--by Mike Adams
This week's GBE2 prompt, simplicity, inspired numerous thoughts, each of which seemed, to me, simply brilliant. So on Saturday evening, in the eleventh hour, when the posting was due, and after having recorded none of my ideas. I realized, with amusement, that had I committed them all to writing...you would be in the unfortunate position of reading a college term paper about simplicity, which charts a course of complexity, that makes Odysseus’ famed trip look like a mere row around the community pond.
Alas, I have been to busy with life’s required tasks to inflict that on anyone, which is a good thing. So my simplicity post, will have to be simple...how appropriate!
Tomorrow morning, my fourteen year old will be completing a coming of age program and he, along with other youth participants, will be delivering their “This I believe” statements at our church service. This has been a long path, filled with intellectual conversations about challenging topics, difficult questions and examinations of personal values, honest reflection on how our youth might react in various morally difficult situations and the logistical equivalent of juggling five bouncy balls, while wearing base ball mitts. In the end, though, it has been worthwhile. Tomorrow, I get to sit back and watch with pride as my eldest son declares himself to this world. He is simply growing up and moving into the next phase of his life. This is exciting to witness, and inspiring to be a part of.
Today my middle son, who is at his dad’s for the week, called to let my wife and I know that his team won their soccer game. Last year, they didn’t win any games, so this was a BIG DEAL. Later this month, I will complete a two year sentence as a board member for the soccer club. Finally my kid’s team is coalescing into a competitive force and this is great. It really fulfills on so much of what I’ve wanted for him as a soccer player. It is deeply gratifying to see him revel in elation over such a simple pleasure.
This morning, my “little boo”, who is six years old, came and cuddled up next to me on the couch. We talked about Star Wars, about how he wishes he could have a real light saber, except that he’d be worried about accidentally killing someone, because he would forget it is real and accidentally cut someone in half. This made me chuckle and love him all the more. Next, he expressed how glad he is that we don’t still have legal slavery in this country...”Things are better than they were before, right Dad!?” He has a brilliant and warm smile. A gentle soul and a streak of creativity, which might fill Claude Monet with jealousy.
These brothers are the source of my deepest motivation in life. They are simultaneously exasperating, inspiring, draining and beautiful. To me, they symbolize humanity’s future.
I love them.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
A sordid tale of lacerations, Hungarian hip-hop performers and an icy petting zoo
--by Mike Adams
GBE2 - #40 Posting Topic: "Jane's Story" This idea caught my imagination and I had fun writing this...I hope you enjoy it!
Before I delve too deeply into the details of this story, I think it best to ensure that we are all on the same page. Though this is probably pointless, because if you are one of the two or three people who read my blog, you are obviously on this page, so perhaps I’ll proceed to the next order of business, namely, providing a short explanation of Hungarian hip-hop artistry as it has been revealed to me during my life’s most recent ...and dare I say confusing travail.
First, I’d like to assure you that I am no eccentric nincompoop, whose idea of being uber-cool entails being a fan of obscure, and probably sub-par, artistry. Rather my exposure to an Eastern-Block interpretation of African American entertainment, was entirely coincidental to my attending the grand opening of an “Arctic Petting Zoo” in down town Phoenix last week.
I’m sure you are thinking, “What was that lunatic doing in Phoenix, when he lives in New Mexico, and did he really drive that hapless excuse for a car to phoenix in order to witness the grand opening of an arctic refuge in a completely in appropriate biome?” Unfortunately, the answer here is yes...I am the dork, who traveled hundreds of miles in a rattling and squealing heap of petrol powered steel in order to witness the thoroughly out-of-context commencement of a wild-life habitat, which serves the dual purpose youthful entertainment center.
It was here that my auditory senses were overcome with the sounds of hip-hop, but not really done quite right. Apparently, the event organizer had acquired a number of arctic animals who are naturally denizens of frozen fields in far flung places, whose names, though unpronounceable, mostly end with the four letters “stan”. For purposes of this fable, we’ll lump them all together under the affectionate term, “refrigerate-a-stan”.
I assume the organizer had gone in search of eastern music, In an effort to either make the animals feel more at home or to be culturally sensitive in spite of the forced relocation that had been perpetrated. As it turns out, the only response to her query came from a Hungarian hip-hop band, so without giving it much thought, she hired the band, and with that, the wheels of fate commenced to turn towards the culmination of unfortunate events that would unfold on this day in this icy oasis, nestled amidst humid golf courses and soaring temperatures in the western city of Phoenix.
As I walked slack jawed towards the Hungarian funk masters, my dumbfounded gaze was momentarily shaken by another bewildered arctic pilgrim. As our eyes met, we shared a moment of telepathic understanding. One of those spaces where you intimately share an experience with a complete stranger and when the moment passed, she smiled and said, “this is amazing!” To which I replied, “I know! I never could have imagined that I might have the opportunity to enjoy DJ Funkgarian, while petting a Siberian Hamster.”
My new acquaintance, Jane, had also traveled to Phoenix for this grand opening, and it turns out her husband, like my wife, wanted nothing to do with visiting a sub-zero winter wonderland in the middle of a blistering desert. Unimpeded by the disapproving and emotionally more mature gaze of our spouses, Jane and I began to explore the possibilities of our surroundings. She mentioned seeing a sporting goods store at the mall right next door and in a moment of shared genius, we simultaneously exclaimed, “Ice Skates!” Goaded by the pulsing beat and hypnotic expression of the Funkgarian experience, we hastened to Big 5 in hopes of finding a pair of size 7 and size 13 ice skates. After searching through Big 5 for less than three minutes, Jane triumphantly,hollered, “Frank...or John...I mean Mike, MIKE! Get over here now!” I sailed on wings of misguided glee to the side of my co-conspirator and gazed with hallowed awe at two pair of clearance priced hockey skates in exactly our sizes. The price barely broke thirty dollars, even after tax. so off we went to join the penguins in sliding through Phoenix’s new winter haven to the throbbing beat of Funkgarian the Hungarian.
As we hastened towards the arctic petting zoo, I suddenly exclaimed “STOP!” “We cant just go traipsing in there with ice-skates, there is no way this is allowed...we HAVE to be stealthy Jane!” She acquired a look of purpose and said, “They’ll never know we’re commin’ man...you’ll be Mike the unseen and I’ll be double-O Jane. Before anyone has caught wise, we’ll have completed a minimum of three laps.” I affected my own purposeful expression and said, “follow me, I’ve got this covered.” Following a few preparations, we proceeded into the arctic petting zoo, easily evading detection, as we employed all the guile that a snow leopard might use, while stalking a skittish rabbit. Within minutes, we both were inside and ready to skate.
At this point, Jane looked at me and I saw for the first time a glimpse of terror in her eyes, as she confided that she hasn’t been ice skating since she was nine years old and she really didn’t want to be arrested. With the jovial and inflated assurance that one normally conjures only as a teenager, I smiled and assured my new criminal accomplice that all would be well, that we were impervious to legal consequences and that we should start skating before we’re spotted. Jane’s smile was immediate and it buttressed my confidence, so like the Wright brothers at Kitty Hawk, we took off into the winter museum on blades of hope, spurred by our vision of greatness, hoping to avoid disaster if only by a razor’s edge.
Within minutes, I heard the terrible sound of a billowing voice yelling, “Hey, you can’t ice skate in here...what are you doing, get over here right now.” But Jane and I were prepared, we broke for the exit, our plan...to place rubber covers on our skate blades and dash through the parking lot, to where we had left my grizzled clunker unlocked and running in preparation for our grand escape. At the exit, I attached my rubber blade covers with uncommon agility, but Jane was unfortunately shaken and she was having a great deal of difficulty preparing for our exodus, so as the guards bore down on us, I quickly affixed her blade guards and in a panicky voice said, “we better skedaddle, lest we cool our heels in the can tonight.” With that, we darted into the parking lot, guided by the singular focus of escape, driven by the overwhelming desire to remain free and it was then that I heard Jane’s voice, she was screaming in agony. I turned to see her clutch her face, and contort in pain, but she glared at me and said, “I’m not getting arrested...run faster, DON’T STOP!” We jumped into my car and sped from the scene of our crime with the same alacrity that Michael Weston might use in escaping disaster.
It was then, that I noticed the blood running down Jane’s face. Noting the look of concern in my expression, she explained that in fleeing the zoo, she misjudged her proximity to a Russian Olive tree. One of it’s protruding spears had, unfortunately, latched on to her left cheek and tried to tear it from her face. Fortunately, it had failed and twenty seven stitches later, with a great story to explain her scar, Jane slammed down a Dos XX and siad, “I don’t always drink beer, but when I do...it’s after a close shave with the law and a closer shave from a Russian Olive Tree...thanks for the adventure Amigo!”
GBE2 - #40 Posting Topic: "Jane's Story" This idea caught my imagination and I had fun writing this...I hope you enjoy it!
Before I delve too deeply into the details of this story, I think it best to ensure that we are all on the same page. Though this is probably pointless, because if you are one of the two or three people who read my blog, you are obviously on this page, so perhaps I’ll proceed to the next order of business, namely, providing a short explanation of Hungarian hip-hop artistry as it has been revealed to me during my life’s most recent ...and dare I say confusing travail.
First, I’d like to assure you that I am no eccentric nincompoop, whose idea of being uber-cool entails being a fan of obscure, and probably sub-par, artistry. Rather my exposure to an Eastern-Block interpretation of African American entertainment, was entirely coincidental to my attending the grand opening of an “Arctic Petting Zoo” in down town Phoenix last week.
I’m sure you are thinking, “What was that lunatic doing in Phoenix, when he lives in New Mexico, and did he really drive that hapless excuse for a car to phoenix in order to witness the grand opening of an arctic refuge in a completely in appropriate biome?” Unfortunately, the answer here is yes...I am the dork, who traveled hundreds of miles in a rattling and squealing heap of petrol powered steel in order to witness the thoroughly out-of-context commencement of a wild-life habitat, which serves the dual purpose youthful entertainment center.
It was here that my auditory senses were overcome with the sounds of hip-hop, but not really done quite right. Apparently, the event organizer had acquired a number of arctic animals who are naturally denizens of frozen fields in far flung places, whose names, though unpronounceable, mostly end with the four letters “stan”. For purposes of this fable, we’ll lump them all together under the affectionate term, “refrigerate-a-stan”.
I assume the organizer had gone in search of eastern music, In an effort to either make the animals feel more at home or to be culturally sensitive in spite of the forced relocation that had been perpetrated. As it turns out, the only response to her query came from a Hungarian hip-hop band, so without giving it much thought, she hired the band, and with that, the wheels of fate commenced to turn towards the culmination of unfortunate events that would unfold on this day in this icy oasis, nestled amidst humid golf courses and soaring temperatures in the western city of Phoenix.
As I walked slack jawed towards the Hungarian funk masters, my dumbfounded gaze was momentarily shaken by another bewildered arctic pilgrim. As our eyes met, we shared a moment of telepathic understanding. One of those spaces where you intimately share an experience with a complete stranger and when the moment passed, she smiled and said, “this is amazing!” To which I replied, “I know! I never could have imagined that I might have the opportunity to enjoy DJ Funkgarian, while petting a Siberian Hamster.”
My new acquaintance, Jane, had also traveled to Phoenix for this grand opening, and it turns out her husband, like my wife, wanted nothing to do with visiting a sub-zero winter wonderland in the middle of a blistering desert. Unimpeded by the disapproving and emotionally more mature gaze of our spouses, Jane and I began to explore the possibilities of our surroundings. She mentioned seeing a sporting goods store at the mall right next door and in a moment of shared genius, we simultaneously exclaimed, “Ice Skates!” Goaded by the pulsing beat and hypnotic expression of the Funkgarian experience, we hastened to Big 5 in hopes of finding a pair of size 7 and size 13 ice skates. After searching through Big 5 for less than three minutes, Jane triumphantly,hollered, “Frank...or John...I mean Mike, MIKE! Get over here now!” I sailed on wings of misguided glee to the side of my co-conspirator and gazed with hallowed awe at two pair of clearance priced hockey skates in exactly our sizes. The price barely broke thirty dollars, even after tax. so off we went to join the penguins in sliding through Phoenix’s new winter haven to the throbbing beat of Funkgarian the Hungarian.
As we hastened towards the arctic petting zoo, I suddenly exclaimed “STOP!” “We cant just go traipsing in there with ice-skates, there is no way this is allowed...we HAVE to be stealthy Jane!” She acquired a look of purpose and said, “They’ll never know we’re commin’ man...you’ll be Mike the unseen and I’ll be double-O Jane. Before anyone has caught wise, we’ll have completed a minimum of three laps.” I affected my own purposeful expression and said, “follow me, I’ve got this covered.” Following a few preparations, we proceeded into the arctic petting zoo, easily evading detection, as we employed all the guile that a snow leopard might use, while stalking a skittish rabbit. Within minutes, we both were inside and ready to skate.
At this point, Jane looked at me and I saw for the first time a glimpse of terror in her eyes, as she confided that she hasn’t been ice skating since she was nine years old and she really didn’t want to be arrested. With the jovial and inflated assurance that one normally conjures only as a teenager, I smiled and assured my new criminal accomplice that all would be well, that we were impervious to legal consequences and that we should start skating before we’re spotted. Jane’s smile was immediate and it buttressed my confidence, so like the Wright brothers at Kitty Hawk, we took off into the winter museum on blades of hope, spurred by our vision of greatness, hoping to avoid disaster if only by a razor’s edge.
Within minutes, I heard the terrible sound of a billowing voice yelling, “Hey, you can’t ice skate in here...what are you doing, get over here right now.” But Jane and I were prepared, we broke for the exit, our plan...to place rubber covers on our skate blades and dash through the parking lot, to where we had left my grizzled clunker unlocked and running in preparation for our grand escape. At the exit, I attached my rubber blade covers with uncommon agility, but Jane was unfortunately shaken and she was having a great deal of difficulty preparing for our exodus, so as the guards bore down on us, I quickly affixed her blade guards and in a panicky voice said, “we better skedaddle, lest we cool our heels in the can tonight.” With that, we darted into the parking lot, guided by the singular focus of escape, driven by the overwhelming desire to remain free and it was then that I heard Jane’s voice, she was screaming in agony. I turned to see her clutch her face, and contort in pain, but she glared at me and said, “I’m not getting arrested...run faster, DON’T STOP!” We jumped into my car and sped from the scene of our crime with the same alacrity that Michael Weston might use in escaping disaster.
It was then, that I noticed the blood running down Jane’s face. Noting the look of concern in my expression, she explained that in fleeing the zoo, she misjudged her proximity to a Russian Olive tree. One of it’s protruding spears had, unfortunately, latched on to her left cheek and tried to tear it from her face. Fortunately, it had failed and twenty seven stitches later, with a great story to explain her scar, Jane slammed down a Dos XX and siad, “I don’t always drink beer, but when I do...it’s after a close shave with the law and a closer shave from a Russian Olive Tree...thanks for the adventure Amigo!”
Monday, January 30, 2012
Things I've Missed!
--by Mike Adams
I've recently written a sermon for
delivery at my Unitarian Universalist (UU) congregation in Los
Alamos. The sermon is an intimate cut at promoting our UU principles
in the world. It examines our failures to promote exactly those
values within our own congregations and the cost that our failure in
this arena has on our ability to place those values center stage in
public discourse.
You should understand that I very much
enjoy writing and delivering UU sermons. I really like thinking
about theological and moral topics, particularly, I enjoy discussing
these topics with others, especially my wife, who inevitably presents
a unique and valuable perspective on virtually any topic. Being a
good public speaker, my sermon delivery is usually effective, the
feedback, always positive and I tend to believe that somehow I was
able to make a positive difference in someone's life.
This evening, however, I read my wife'smost recent blog post and realized with no small amount of shame,
that I am failing to promote my UU principles right here at home,
with my wife, who is suffering terribly from medical conditions. Of
course, I have many excuses, with which my shame is occasionally
placated, but in the end, my being exhausted or
depressed...emotionally run down and overwhelmed or even skirting the
treacherous ledge of a dark void known as hopelessness is
insufficient to excuse my failure to practice UU principles in my own
family. I know that my list of excuses are merely interpretations of
circumstances, that I have chosen at the expense of other more
empowering interpretations.
That being said, I'm not a Unitarian
Universalist because I think it is a nifty religion or because it
provides me with shelter from some childhood bastion of hell, fire
and brimstone. Rather, I am a UU, because it is a religion, which
gives voice to my most deeply held beliefs. It is a faith, inside of
which I see a possible future for humanity and deliverance from the
destructive path upon which we find ourselves right now. It is a
path, which gives me hope that I may leave my children with a bright
future and a better world than what we have now.
In side of this view point, everything
I care about is on the line. More importantly, my integrity, a
questionable commodity throughout much of my life, is the most
important asset at my disposal in creating what I want to out of
life. So despite my emotional experiences or my lack of confidence,
despite my history of lacking integrity, I have to be better than I
was before, because things are different when you have kids, they're
different when you realize that someone you love is suffering
terribly. Everything is different when your spouse feels alone in
this world and she is facing a fearsome beast, which fills her with
anguish and fear. Things are different!
So while I've created a life where I'm
alone and suffering, where I offer words of wisdom to others, but
lack the humility and wisdom to let others help me, I have to change
now. If I'm going to be available to those whom I love when they
need me the most, I have to change.
Tara, I love you with my whole heart
and I'll find a way to get what I need, so that I can be there for
you emotionally during this period of time. I promise that you don't
have to stare down this demon of pain by yourself. I'll be there,
because you need me, because it is important...mostly, because I love
you!
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Do We Know What We Believe? ...or Do We Simply Believe That We Know?
--by Mike Adams
January 15, 2012 - Unitarian Universalist Congregation of Santa Fe
January 15, 2012 - Unitarian Universalist Congregation of Santa Fe
Conversely, our youth, who aren’t generally lugging around any theological baggage, seemed very much at ease discussing god and his or her influence in today’s world. This is the kind of conversation I love, not because I have any belief in God, but rather, like our youth, I’ve not been bludgeoned with any sort of theistic billy club. More importantly, god has played a central and positive role in my development as a person.
Later in the evening, during last month’s conversation, things took an interesting turn, when the leader asked a question, I hadn't considered in quite some time. Retrospectively, I was less interested in the question than in our youth’s comments. You see, we often seem to underestimate our preteen and early teen population, writing them off as being a bit vapid. We excuse their perceived lack of depth as a function of age and absence of life’s experience. We chalk it up to a developmental stage marked by revolt against parents and a fierce need for differentiating themselves from the previous generation. But when our Coming of age leader asked these youth whether they thought the world would be a better if no one believed in god, the answers they gave were both insightful and indicative of thoughtful people.
One said, “I have good friends who believe in god, sometimes I wish I believed. My friends are nice, polite and always helpful. I don’t think they would be better without God? I don’t think we would be better if they were different?” Another youth, talking about the Holy Lands, said, “Lots of people have been killed trying to take that land because it’s important in their religion. People were tortured and killed, because they thought god wanted them to own that land. I think no one should believe in god.” Another chimed in, “If no one believed in god, the Nazi’s wouldn’t have killed people for being Jewish.”
This topic, stirred a reflective discussion among our youth, representing both breadth in opinion and an enthusiasm for exploring important issues. In fact, on the way home that evening, my fourteen year old said, “I don’t think people believing in god makes any difference. You cant change the way people are. If they stop fighting about god, they’ll fight about something.”
His point of view may sound somewhat cynical, but I think it is incredibly practical. I believe it is a perspective that could make a difference in today’s world. That if we collectively confronted our fundamental tendencies. If we all accepted that each of us is capable of both great beauty and great evil, we would begin to have a real choice, we could start living by design in arenas where previously, we lived only by reaction.
This brings me to a friendly disagreement from later that evening. One of the mentors while discussing the possible existence of god, said, “There are certain definitions or conceptions of god that we know are wrong. There are theistic concepts, which are sufficiently illogical and self contradicting, that we can say with certainty, That god does not exist.” While I generally agree with much of his reasoning, I find that I can’t take that last leap of faith. Meaning faith in reason and humankind’s ability to rationally acquire factual knowledge without the ability to prove our assertions. In short, my objection lay not with his reasoning about any particular notion of god, but rather with the assumption that a conclusion, no matter how sensible, can be honestly considered true without proof.
So I went to Oxforddictionaries.com to find definitions of knowledge and belief. It turns out, that knowledge is as follows, “facts, information, and skills acquired through experience or education; the theoretical or practical understanding of a subject” While belief is, “an acceptance that something exists or is true, especially one without proof”
Looking at my life, I’ll start in my early twenties. Picture a militant and evangelizing atheist. Someone who knows that all people, who believe in god are somewhat weak minded. They refuse to be responsible for their own lives. They need someone else whom they can blame and from whom they can beg favors.
Arrogantly, I wore this article of faith, considering it not a belief, but rather a fact, like the effects of gravity. Unfortunately for me, by the age of twenty five, I had given up on college and I could not control my lust for alcohol. Angry, hateful, miserable, I went to an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting in the spring of 1995. The message was clear and I was horrified. “We admitted we were POWERLESS over alcohol and that our lives had become unmanageable. We came to BELIEVE that a POWER GREATER THAN OURSELVES could restore us to sanity.”
WHAT? A power greater than...WAIT A MINUTE! ...After a few failed attempts at sobriety, I relented. I began praying, every day, to some god, in whom I had no belief. To my surprise I stopped drinking and within a year, I emphatically proclaimed that this universe definitely has a loving and powerful god. While I struggled with defining a personal theology that allowed for both a loving god and somehow explained the rampant evil and suffering in this world, I never questioned the existence of that god.
...Not until three years ago, after being sober for more than thirteen years, during which time, I constantly redefined my theology. I then encountered the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, a humorous and lively group of atheists, inspired by Bobby Henderson’s open letter to the Kansas City School Board in 2005. Henderson claimed that that if the school board was seriously going to insist that Christian based “intelligent design” be taught in science class, they also must teach the theory that everything was created by an invisible flying spaghetti monster, who controls both time and matter. The Pastafarians converted me quickly, and within a month, I once again identified as atheist.
However, this time, I know that atheism, like theism is a belief. It is specifically NOT knowledge!
Some, have insisted that this makes me agnostic...not atheist!
But please allow me to retort.
Agnostics tend to believe that the question of god is irrelevant. They don’t know and they don’t care if god exists. I engage with the god question, because for much of my adult life, I have depended upon god, in fact, for many years, my survival was linked to maintaining faith. So to me, god is an important question. Additionally, having a spiritual direction in life, continues to be a necessity.
This may seem a minor difference in meaning, but consider again, the definition of knowledge, being facts, information and skills acquired through experience or education, while belief is acceptance of something as true without proof.
How significant is something being true rather than simply a belief?
What sorts of actions are are possible in service of “THE TRUTH?” Under Stalin’s leadership, the USSR, saw 23 million people die as the result of Stalin’s “TRUTH”. The TRUTH of his economic revolution, the TRUTH of his atheism, the TRUTH that he had to purge his military. Isn’t history full of senseless and avoidable death and suffering, which was justified by some perceived truth? Might leaders or at least citizens have acted differently were they clear on the distinction between belief and knowledge? Could genocides have been averted and suffering minimized? We can’t definitively know, however, if we look at our own reactions, we might be able to draw some conclusions. I tend to have civil and respectful disagreements with people around personal belief. By contrast, I judge people harshly for denying or ignoring the facts. I do believe that everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but not to their own facts!
I wonder if, as a race, humanity has simply not matured enough to meaningfully distinguish between our beliefs and what we know. Perhaps our lack of evolution in that arena, has been the primary source of many heinous acts, how many future atrocities might our attitude spawn?
Occupy Protesters and Tea Party activists mostly agree on the causes of our Nation’s financial problems, but generally, they are unable discuss these problems with each other. Is this simply because people tend to get hung up on some misguided belief and then proceed to confuse that belief with knowledge?
Consider George Lakoff, a brilliant linguist, who has provided a perspective where people, who share my politics can easily join me in accusing conservative Christians of selfishness and greed...of lacking in compassion. It surprised me, therefore, to learn that as a group, conservative Christians are far more likely than liberals to make charitable contributions or to volunteer their time. I thought...NO WAY, but on personal reflection, I realized that the volunteer organizations and committees I’ve served on, were typically dominated by conservative Christians. Catholic Charities is the single largest donor to HIV relief in the world. I was wrong!
How many other beliefs do I have confused with knowledge?
Several years ago, I took a course called the LandMark Forum. Near the end of the three day course, we participants were asked, “do you want to have power with money?” We all said YES, to which the leader responded, “If you want to have power with money, you have to start with this...You’ve got what you’ve got and you ain't got what you ain't got!”
“Huh”, I said...”what is that supposed to mean?” Well, simply put, it means you have to get a grip on reality, and start from right there if you want anything to change with your finances...or anything else for that matter.
Applied to congregational life, that concept might look something like this:
We have a few hundred members, a vibrant Religious Education program.
Santa Fe, also happens to have one my favorite UU covenants:
We gather together to seek the truth freely,
To celebrate beauty, to ease the world’s pain.
We’re moved by compassion to service and to justice.
All life is our concern and love is our Way
Los Alamos, ends our Vision statement with, “We are a beacon of hope!”
How do we even begin to fulfill on those statements? Is it possible or do we have them just so we can feel good?
I think we have them...NO, that we CREATED them as a road map, a north star by which we can navigate the perilous course through life towards our ideals. For our ideals to be vital, to have practical meaning, we have to be clear about where we actually stand. We have to be grounded in reality, clear about what we know and definite about how that differs from our beliefs.
If we are going to ease the world’s pain, If we are going to to be a beacon of hope, we must start from right here...from this exact point. It is from from here that we can begin the journey towards our ideals. But...If we fool ourselves about skills we haven’t acquired or traits we haven’t developed, if we claim competencies we haven’t mastered, if we fail to work with potential allies, because we’ve confused some belief we have with actual knowledge, our way will be lost. Conversely, if we are clear about who we are, what we actually know, what we can do, where we need to develop...then we stand a chance, then we open the door to possibility, then we might transform ourselves and risk fulfilling on our dreams.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Rendition for Americans?
--by Mike Adams
A few months ago, I was sitting in my allergist's office waiting the required thirty minutes to ensure I wouldn't have an anaphylactic reaction after being injected with all the things my body is allergic to. I was scanning the magazines, I usually can't stand the reading choices in Doctor's or Dentist's offices but on this occasion, I found a Mother Jones magazine, with a headline article, "The Science of Why We Don't Believe Science." I was intrigued and proceeded to read this article with great interest. Ultimately, this led me to purchasing a subscription to Mother Jones and I have not been disappointed. This is an incredibly well written periodical and the investigative journalism is second to none.
Where this is all going though is that yesterday, as the result of my being a subscriber, I read an article called, "Did Congress Just Endorse Rendition for Americans?" Which details a recent law passed by congress allowing for US citizens to be detained and transferred to foreign custody should they be considered unlawful combatants. This was all of course, quite disturbing, but what really hit me were the comments. The venom and upset...all punctuated by very little action as far as I know.
It suddenly occurred to me that if we are losing our democracy, we certainly aren't doing anything about it...not anything meaningful anyway. I posted the following response on the page and I hope that one my two or three readers will find it worth reading, perhaps thought provoking and hopefully action inspiring.
December 28, 2011 - Posted by "WeDecide"
The past few years have showcased political fights that show a few things:
1) After electing Obama, we rejoiced and went back to our lives, having elected "our savior", who would magically change everything without our having to do much beyond elect him. We needed to provide the political base for Health Care. We needed to grow our influence, double down for any kind of national health plan, rather, we left Obama to defeat the most filibuster happy congress in US history alone.
2) Internet discussion will not reverse the patriot act or reverse the US course on civil liberties. We need to be (at a minimum) as engaged and active as Reagan's supporters were in completely altering the political landscape in the '80s.
I'm as guilty as anyone on this, but the truth is we've not been asking the hard questions of ourselves...questions like:
"Calling Republicans Nazis...is that effective or even accurate?" Nazis killed millions of people in a cold, calculated and efficient manner. The term Nazi or comparison to Hitler should be reserved for people like Joseph Stalin or Slobodan Milosevic and never used to score cheap political points.
If we are going to reclaim our democracy, we must collectively and individually realize that this is our democracy and we have to take it back, which will be difficult! We'll have to walk door to door and converse with our neighbors, listening and responding respectfully to those who disagree even if they are rude. We'll have to address their concerns (many of which are valid).
Until we are willing to pound pavement, make phone calls, work hard for our future, we'll continue to have this dysfunctional government. MoveOn can't save us, the coffee party can't save us. Occupy can't save us, we have to do it. We'll have to stay focused, ignoring unimportant or irrelevant tangents. We'll have to be smarter and more committed than the oligarchy. We do have the power, we have simply to assert it. Government operates with our approval, even if that approval is some version of apathy and inaction.
Now someone can argue with me! :-)
A few months ago, I was sitting in my allergist's office waiting the required thirty minutes to ensure I wouldn't have an anaphylactic reaction after being injected with all the things my body is allergic to. I was scanning the magazines, I usually can't stand the reading choices in Doctor's or Dentist's offices but on this occasion, I found a Mother Jones magazine, with a headline article, "The Science of Why We Don't Believe Science." I was intrigued and proceeded to read this article with great interest. Ultimately, this led me to purchasing a subscription to Mother Jones and I have not been disappointed. This is an incredibly well written periodical and the investigative journalism is second to none.
Where this is all going though is that yesterday, as the result of my being a subscriber, I read an article called, "Did Congress Just Endorse Rendition for Americans?" Which details a recent law passed by congress allowing for US citizens to be detained and transferred to foreign custody should they be considered unlawful combatants. This was all of course, quite disturbing, but what really hit me were the comments. The venom and upset...all punctuated by very little action as far as I know.
It suddenly occurred to me that if we are losing our democracy, we certainly aren't doing anything about it...not anything meaningful anyway. I posted the following response on the page and I hope that one my two or three readers will find it worth reading, perhaps thought provoking and hopefully action inspiring.
The past few years have showcased political fights that show a few things:
1) After electing Obama, we rejoiced and went back to our lives, having elected "our savior", who would magically change everything without our having to do much beyond elect him. We needed to provide the political base for Health Care. We needed to grow our influence, double down for any kind of national health plan, rather, we left Obama to defeat the most filibuster happy congress in US history alone.
2) Internet discussion will not reverse the patriot act or reverse the US course on civil liberties. We need to be (at a minimum) as engaged and active as Reagan's supporters were in completely altering the political landscape in the '80s.
I'm as guilty as anyone on this, but the truth is we've not been asking the hard questions of ourselves...questions like:
"Calling Republicans Nazis...is that effective or even accurate?" Nazis killed millions of people in a cold, calculated and efficient manner. The term Nazi or comparison to Hitler should be reserved for people like Joseph Stalin or Slobodan Milosevic and never used to score cheap political points.
If we are going to reclaim our democracy, we must collectively and individually realize that this is our democracy and we have to take it back, which will be difficult! We'll have to walk door to door and converse with our neighbors, listening and responding respectfully to those who disagree even if they are rude. We'll have to address their concerns (many of which are valid).
Until we are willing to pound pavement, make phone calls, work hard for our future, we'll continue to have this dysfunctional government. MoveOn can't save us, the coffee party can't save us. Occupy can't save us, we have to do it. We'll have to stay focused, ignoring unimportant or irrelevant tangents. We'll have to be smarter and more committed than the oligarchy. We do have the power, we have simply to assert it. Government operates with our approval, even if that approval is some version of apathy and inaction.
Now someone can argue with me! :-)
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Open letter to Mayor Quan of Oakland regarding Occupy Oakland
--by Mike Adams
Dear Mayor Quan,
First, I'd like to thank you for your willingness to serve as Mayor of Oakland. Being a public servant is a difficult and usually thankless job. In fact, I've been asked by several members of my community on a few occasions to run for school board. Having been assured that my chances of election are high due to the fact that I'd likely be unopposed, I declined, primarily because I've seen how our public officials are treated and it seems that I'd be volunteering to stand in the middle of several disagreeing groups of people and saying to them all, “Hey, I'm here...you may begin throwing rocks now.”
That being said, I write to you today about a troubling topic and I assure you that my intention is to avoid throwing any verbal or ontological rocks.
I write to you as a former Bay Area resident and frequent Bay Area visitor. I currently live in Los Alamos, New Mexico, but spent sixteen years of my life in the Bay Area and I love Oakland.
Today, when I came home from work, I logged into facebook and saw links to news reports, youtube videos and video news feed of Oakland police using teargas, flash bang grenades and rubber bullets against unarmed and peacefully assembled Occupy Oakland (Wall Street) protesters.
I find this deeply troubling, particularly coming from the city, which only a few years ago held a public protest against the invasion of Iraq, where the city's mayor led the procession. I find it heartbreaking and very shocking that one of the places I consider home, one of the municipalities that I have grown to admire, a place that I have been willing to point out as an example of how the rest of this troubled country should conduct the business of governance has now taken a leadership position in attacking it's citizens with force and brutality because the city's government has decided that it is time for these citizens to stop asserting their right to publicly assemble under our Nation's first amendment.
I beg you Mayor Quan to do all that you can to prevent any further violence from the police against the OWS protesters. Not everyone agrees with their message, however, they are merely exercising their first amendment guaranteed right and for that they ought not be retaliated against.
Our times are tumultuous and our people are troubled. Real unemployment hovers near 15% nationwide, our governments are burdened with a mountain of debt, there are an average of four unemployed people for every available job vacancy and many of us fear that our children's futures have been sold to multi-national corporations. Please, Mayor Quan, do not allow the citizens engaged in this effort to reclaim our children's future be treated with brutality.
Sincerely, Michael Adams
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Religion is Like...
My wife shared this picture on my Facebook profile and frankly, I Love It! I immediately wondered how I could write a blog post to compliment the message, thereby having a good excuse to share the image on my blog.
The challenge being, the sign pretty well covers it all...there is nothing more to say! Not unless I want to be both redundant and repetitive.
So, while this sinks to a lower level of crass than what I will typically post on my blog, it is representative of my conversational humor and the type of banter in which I'll participate.
I Believe this picture is by - Jason Robinson
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
The love a family has
--by Mike AdamsI TOTALLY look hot in flowers!
Or so I say when it serves my purposes. My wife and mother-in-law, probably won't confirm this statement, but I believe this has less to do with disagreement about my native heat and more to do with avoiding any encouragement of my tendency to do anything for a laugh.
So, along those lines, I ask you to take a moment and really appreciate the beauty of the swim cap to the left. Honestly, I love this cap and I want it! If someone gets me this cap, I'll happily wear it while I give them lap-swimming lessons at the public pool. Admittedly, this is not a normal form of recreation for a 260 pound man with a black belt in Tae Kwon Do, but then again I've never had run of the mill aspirations in life.
I suppose I tend to be a bit over the top. The truth is I will say almost anything...do almost anything for a good laugh and I do NOT embarrass easily. My greatest weakness is perhaps guilt. For example, my mother-in-law often accuses me of making fun of her and often I will relent at this point feeling guilty for my sport. The problem is that I haven't been making fun of her...not personally anyway, in reality, I just want to laugh and any topic will do...people shouldn't take these things so seriously!
Most recently, I've taken to squealing with delight and hollering “Nanna” when my wife’s mom arrives at the same location I happen to be. Invariably, my adorable little six year old joins me in running wildly towards her for an embrace. The perplexing thing is that despite my unbridled affection, she isn’t thrilled. Seriously people, how many women can you name whose son-in-law not only likes them but enthusiastically hugs them at almost every opportunity? I can't think of any besides my mother-in-law, the lucky lady!
Most recently, I've taken to squealing with delight and hollering “Nanna” when my wife’s mom arrives at the same location I happen to be. Invariably, my adorable little six year old joins me in running wildly towards her for an embrace. The perplexing thing is that despite my unbridled affection, she isn’t thrilled. Seriously people, how many women can you name whose son-in-law not only likes them but enthusiastically hugs them at almost every opportunity? I can't think of any besides my mother-in-law, the lucky lady!

I suppose it might strike her as a bit odd that I hug her with both arms and one leg, see picture to the right for an example, but hey we're all family right? Shouldn't she have acclimated to this level of passion by now? Why deny our love? My problem here is that most of my family simply doesn't see things the same as I do. My wife has said that if I hug her mom like that in public, she'll walk away, pretending not to know me and my mother-in-law has threatened to take Tae Kwon Do, so she can learn to keep me at bay.
To be honest, I'd love for her to take Tae Kwon Do. I think she'd enjoy it and frankly, I have persisted in and developed the tradition of greeting her with a one-leg hug, partially in hopes that she'll make good on her threat.
But beyond all of that, there is simply the principle of this matter. Is not today's world too devoid of love and affection? Don't we see too much partisan bickering at the capitol (any capitol...you choose!) Isn't our age marked by the detached youth yearning to escape their worried but misguided parents? Shouldn't we all make haste to change course and create a more loving and more tolerant world? I think so, which is why I leg-hug my son's Nanna.
People may think me crazy, but it is people like me who change the world, so I ask every American, Canadian and German. Every Saudi, every Korean, every person around the globe to take a moment today and show those around you how much you love them. Use your leg and your arms. Lets dub the next decade the hugging decade. Are you with me? Then go leg-hug someone!
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Sept 11 - Lessons We Might Learn
--by Mike Adams
A few weeks back, I was contacted by a member of the forum committee from the Unitarian Church of Los Alamos, who asked if I might be willing to speak at the forum on the tenth anniversary of the September 11 attacks in New York and Washington DC. Because I have thought and read a great deal about those events over the past ten years ,and because I have a higher estimation in my own abilities than perhaps is justified, I agreed to speak with hardly a tinge of reluctance.
A short while later, I began to wonder if I actually had anything worth saying on this topic. I wondered if anything I could say hadn’t already been printed on a bumper sticker.
Momentarily, I was stricken with panic. Why oh why had I agreed to talk on Sept. 11. Then, I remembered that anything I've ever said that was worth hearing didn't coalesce in the confines of my own mind, but rather it grew organically nurtured and fertilized by the various discussions and debates I had participated in.
So I intentionally began discussing 9/11 with my friends and family. I asked for people's thoughts regarding the attacks, their opinions about the world’s reaction, their initial impressions directly after the attacks and their impressions now with ten years having passed. I wanted to discover what others thought about our general discussions surrounding 9/11, what they thought the US seems to have learned and more importantly what they feel we have failed to learn.
This article and my talk to the UU Church of Los Alamos are in part the culmination of those discussions, but more importantly, I hope that this text can act as a catalyst for a thoughtful examination of the tragedy that began ten years ago half a world away. Anything concerning 9/11 is fraught with deep and powerful emotion, strong opinions and positional statements. Often our points of view are rooted in emotion, and they stubbornly persist. I think that as a country, we would do well to all take up an attitude of self-examination and try to employ a bit of humility when discussing our national attitudes and our international role in today's world.
First, I think a review of the Sept. 11 time line and events is in order:
Between the hours of 5:45 and 7:15 am, nineteen hijackers passed through gate security at Logan Airport, Newark International Airport and Washington Dulles Airport. It is believed that all of them carried box cutters or other concealed weapons and, while eight of them were randomly screened and two were even flagged as suspicious, none were prevented from boarding their intended flights.
At 8:19 that morning, Betty Ong and Amy Sweeney, flight attendants on American flight #11 contacted ground personnel alerting them to the hijacking. Somehow, Sweeny and Ong maintained contact with flight crews through the duration of their flight, providing useful information for the subsequent FBI investigation.
Twenty seven minutes later, at 8:46, flight 11 slammed into the North Tower of the World Trade Center, killing hundreds of people in the building and everyone on board the plane. Stunned witnesses to the attack, turned their video cameras towards the North Tower. Meanwhile New York’s Police and Fire Departments mobilized in less than a minute, and arrived quickly on the scene.
Thirteen minutes later, flight 175 was approaching the World Trade Center when one crew member and several passengers contacted authorities and loved ones, alerting them to the status of their flight.
At 9:02, three minutes after contact from flight 175 was made, Port Authority Announced an evacuation of the South Tower but only one minute after the announcement, flight 175 entered a dive and impacted the South Tower, killing everyone on board and several hundred in the building.
Thirteen minutes after the crash of flight 175, Renee Mays, a flight attendant on Flight 77 called her mother, reporting that her plane had been hijacked. She asked her mother, Nancy, to alert American Airlines to the situation. Meanwhile, a passenger, Barbara Olson, reached her husband, who informed her of the World Trade Center attacks. Fifty one minutes after the first crash in New York, at 9:37 am, flight 77 crashed into the Western side of the Pentagon, killing 184 people in total.
Twenty minutes after the pentagon attack, at 9:57, thirteen people on flight #93 contacted loved ones and authorities. The passengers were informed that three hijacked planes had already been crashed into the Pentagon and the World Trade Center. It is believed that the passengers of flight #93 held a vote and chose to try and forcibly take back their plane. Six minutes later, at 10:03 am, only 20 minutes from Washington DC, as the passengers of flight 93 battled with the hijackers, the plane entered a dive and crashed in a field in Somerset County, PA. All forty passengers were killed.
Even ten years after the fact, reviewing these events is emotionally painful. I simultaneously feel sad, angry, compassionate, vengeful and empathetic. To this day, I am confused emotionally by this tragedy.
When I awoke on the morning of Sept. 11, 2001, it was to news reports confirming the collapse of the twin towers in Manhattan. The reports had infiltrated my barely conscious mind and snapped me into an alert state. I thought the news report had to be a dream, but a quick surf through the cable news channels informed me that the tragedy was real and that I had awoken into a different world.
My first thought was for people I had known while living in Manhattan. I had worked at the foreign news desk of the Wall Street Journal in the World Financial Center. I had known people who worked in the World Trade Center and that morning, I worried about their fate.
Next, my worry gave way to rage and disbelief. How could anyone have such an incredible lack of judgment? Didn't they know what would happen? Why would they intentionally stir up a hornet’s nest? That morning, I gave serious thought to enlisting in the armed services, so that I could exact my own personal vengeance against the perpetrators of this attack.
It wasn't until a day or two had passed that I began to worry about what our national reaction might be. I began to worry about who would get hurt and who would suffer. Would innocent people be forced to withstand a storm of terror and personal loss in order to satisfy our need for vengeance. What onslaught would be unleashed in response to the misguided actions of nineteen hijackers?
I became increasingly worried that the US would fail to have a measured response and that we would instead exact a toll against a foreign population that was completely disproportionate to the damage we had suffered.
At the time, I could not have imagined the sheer magnitude of US reaction that would ensue. I would never have guessed at the devastating consequences that would result from our vendetta. Ten years ago, my worry extended to the residents and survivors in New York and Washington; I worried for families half way around the world who might get caught in the cross fire. But I couldn’t imagine my country trashing a balanced budget, incurring the largest debt in US history, invading two countries and waging the two longest wars in our national history, resulting in more than a million deaths. I didn’t think we would recklessly shove our economy off a cliff dragging much of the world along for the ride. I wouldn’t have thought we might strap the next generation with a mountain of debt that they didn’t approve and for which they have no culpability.
According to ex CIA Officer and al Quaeda expert, Michael Scheuer, the bin Laden movement was aimed, not at killing or conquering Americans, not even at “reforming” our politics, but rather, al Quaeda wanted the US to go bankrupt thus reducing our worldwide influence and in particular, our influence in Muslim countries.
It gives me pause to consider that bin Laden’s primary goal may have been to incite the US into creating it’s own economic Armageddon; that he didn’t aim to foment a global Muslim uprising against the West, that al Quaeda didn’t actually plan to lead the Muslim world in a great war against Western powers. But rather that the goal was to spur the US into an exaggerated, sustained and costly military reaction, which would ruin our economy. Could it now be said that maybe he succeeded and that the primary weapon he used was our own national hubris?
I think the jury is still out on that question, but the question is worthy of contemplation. In the Time Magazine article, “bin Laden’s great mistake: What Osama Never Understood About the American Spirit”, journalist Romesh Ratnesar, contends that the US economy is far more robust that what bin Laden had thought. He points out that we attract the best and brightest from around the world. He cites statistics showing that in 2005 one in four high tech start-ups were launched by immigrants and that in 2009 immigrants with advanced degrees were three times as likely as native-born Americans to file for patents. Ratnesar writes, “What bin Laden never understood is that, whatever the body blows suffered over the past decade, American society retained its capacity to renew itself.”
While Ratnesar discusses our strengths, he stresses that we cannot afford complacency, and I wholeheartedly agree. The facts at present are these, our public education system is on the verge of collapse. Our federal and increasingly our local governments are paralyzed with partisan bickering and ineptitude. Our debt is titanic, our credit downgraded and our citizens demoralized. While it is true that our culture and our economy received an infusion of vitality from the immigrant talent we’ve attracted, we flirt with disaster if we continue to allow xenophobic politicians to gain clout and power in Washington. We are ensuring our downfall if we continue to let partisan politicians grind their axes on the foundations of our school system legislating ill-conceived “oversight” and designing education without the input of knowledgeable experts in education or people who understand child development and learning. We cannot continue to blame our teachers and educators for the failure of our culture to instill a love of learning in the next generation or to place a high value on acquiring an education.
The fact that our country has attracted multitudes of talented and industrious immigrants, is heartening, and it gives us a little bit of breathing room, but it is troubling that so little innovation is home grown. That our country is failing to produce entrepreneurs and designers, requiring that we be able to attract external innovators to feed our success.
With regards to whether bin Laden has accomplished his goals, I believe the jury is out, because I think we will either deliver his victory or deny his success. Our choices in terms of how we invest in our country and in our future will determine our answer to that question. Our answer to bin Laden will be formed from our priorities, from our ability to coalesce into a unified nation from our willingness to confront unpredictable challenges while maintaining our values. I think think our answer will be determined by the questions we are willing to ask.
For example, many of my liberally minded friends and acquaintances have said things like “peace is the answer” or “give peace a chance”, but what does that actually mean? Are those statement truly meaningful in terms of foreign policy? Are they practical? Are they useful? Do they provide a basis for governance or do they look profound on a bumper sticker? Please don’t misunderstand, I’m not against peace. My question goes to whether the world we live in is truly that simple or are things much more complex than any thirty second sound bite?
Are we truly informed about important issues? Are we willing to consider contrary information, particularly concerning issues that we ardently defend or zealously attack?
Has our country had an intelligent conversation about any important topic in the past year or even the past decade?
I don’t think so...do you? I have to ask why haven’t we? What is preventing us? More importantly, what, if anything, have we done to promote a responsible conversation about energy, education, international policy, or our economy?
Do we collectively think primarily in bumper sticker phrases or do our opinions carry the weight of having been questioned and considered with care? I don’t mean other people either, I mean myself and anyone who is reading this article.
When we vote for public officials, are we voting for someone who will govern effectively or are we voting for someone who expresses our outrage and who will inflict that outrage on the opposition?
Which kind of candidate will more likely herald the change that our country craves and that our children need? We are the ones who elect our leaders, so the choices are ours.
I believe we are at a cross-roads in American ...AND world history. I believe the decisions we make will carry monumental consequences for generations to come. The choices are ours but the outcomes are weighty and unknowable. Sometimes I think that our decisions may carry greater import than any that have been made in the past century, if not longer.
So I ask you...
Are we giving those decisions the attention they deserve?
Do we truly recognize the gravity of our choices and are we being appropriately thoughtful and cautious?
One of the people I spoke with in preparation for today’s talk said that one lesson she hopes we have learned is to teach our youth about what happened on September 11, to arm the next generation with the needed resources to avoid future tragedies of a similar nature.
I therefore asked several youth about September 11th. I asked what they know of the events and possible motives for those attacks and I found to my dismay that we have definitely not passed on that information. None of the youth I talked with, including my own, were knowledgeable about the 9/11 attacks, or their possible motives.
At first I was surprised until I remembered that many Americans still believe Saddam Hussein and Osama bin Laden collaborated. There is widespread belief that our invasion of Iraq was legitimately tied to the attacks of September 11. I guess It shouldn’t be a surprise that we haven’t taught our children about these events when it is clear that even our adult public is widely ignorant to the facts.
It seems we have a long road ahead and very little of our journey will be easy. I think that neither my country, nor even my congregation has honestly engaged in the most difficult and confronting questions that will allow us to resoundingly deny bin Laden his victory.
We don’t seem to know what we stand for and we have difficulty finding unity even in service of our shared values. A microcosm of the USA, my UU congregation can spend hours and weeks debating the merits of having the word “church” as part of our name meanwhile we can’t generate half a dozen interested people to support a weekly interfaith service at the Capitol building in Santa Fe supporting marriage equality during the legislative session.
We have staked out our positions regarding how Sunday services should look and feel. We have hardened our opinions as to whether our message should be secular or spiritual. We are ardent about how to conduct services for all ages and we have largely abandoned them due to disagreement. We have lost long time members, we have hurt friends, we have alienated each other and we have moved on having formulated our reasons, excuses and explanations.
We have failed to be in dialogue and we have failed to listen to each other when we needed to most. We have failed to recognize and honor the commitments that others express, when their proposals seem disagreeable to us? In short, we have failed to do enough. We have failed to manifest our values at large in today’s world.
I know I am at risk of making my self unpopular now, but I think it would be unforgivable and deeply hypocritical for me to imply that I and my community have done or are currently doing what is needed in today’s world.
In reality, I believe we haven’t and we aren’t! We aren’t doing enough to reclaim our democracy and install responsible leaders. We aren’t doing enough to right the wrongs that our nation’s foreign policy has wrought. We aren’t doing enough to ensure that people the world over have access to food, medical care, education and hope. We aren’t doing enough to ensure that members of our community feel they are important when they disagree with the direction we choose.
I don’t mean that we aren’t doing a lot...because we are! Some among us are undoubtedly fatigued and wore out, some are disheartened and others are overcome with the sheer magnitude of all that there is to accomplish.
I don’t pretend that our path is easy or that our values will naturally propagate. Unlike other church communities, we lack the assurance that God is on our side, because many of us don’t believe in God.
I think it is hard to accept that despite all we have done, despite the labor and the passion we have invested, despite our commitment, our belief and all that we have accomplished. Our deeds are still not enough. Despite all we have given, our nation and our world continue to hurtle down a destructive and perilous path that we oppose, so obviously we haven’t yet done enough.
I am not implying that each of us must take an additional full time job serving our values. But we should each examine where we have been ineffective and where we have failed to lend support when we maybe should have. We might consider which areas of personal growth we have avoided because the challenge seems too great and perhaps the payoff is directed primarily at others. We might ask in a serious manner, why we haven’t coalesced into a congregational force for positive change? Have we really engaged in the tough questions, the ones that make us squirm, the ones that we don’t like to answer because we see that we haven’t even begun to stretch ourselves and realize our full capacities.
Many might wonder why I bring all of this up? What could I hope to accomplish? The answer is that despite my being an atheist, I actually believe in miracles. Not miracles of divine intervention, but rather miracles of human triumph. I believe that people are miraculous and confounding all at once.
I believe that given the opportunity, many of my fellow citizens and my community will embrace a worthy challenge. I anxiously chose these topics for discussion, because I have a high estimation of my fellow citizens and my fellow UUs. I think we are exactly the sorts of people who can and will engage in the toughest questions. I think we are the people to take up these challenges and provide the kind of leadership that is needed today. I don’t anticipate acquiring a broad level of unpopularity from this message, because I think most will understand I am not hurling insults but rather calling on every one's innate greatness. The list of shortcomings I covered earlier are normal in any group, they are typical of how collections of people function. I pointed them out, because I think UUs and others in my community are extraordinary and I think we could set a new tone for our broader community and possibly our world. The fact is that Unitarian Universalists have been at the leading edge of many important social upheavals in the past century and I see no reason that we should stop displaying that quality of leadership now.
A few weeks back, I was contacted by a member of the forum committee from the Unitarian Church of Los Alamos, who asked if I might be willing to speak at the forum on the tenth anniversary of the September 11 attacks in New York and Washington DC. Because I have thought and read a great deal about those events over the past ten years ,and because I have a higher estimation in my own abilities than perhaps is justified, I agreed to speak with hardly a tinge of reluctance.
A short while later, I began to wonder if I actually had anything worth saying on this topic. I wondered if anything I could say hadn’t already been printed on a bumper sticker.
Momentarily, I was stricken with panic. Why oh why had I agreed to talk on Sept. 11. Then, I remembered that anything I've ever said that was worth hearing didn't coalesce in the confines of my own mind, but rather it grew organically nurtured and fertilized by the various discussions and debates I had participated in.
So I intentionally began discussing 9/11 with my friends and family. I asked for people's thoughts regarding the attacks, their opinions about the world’s reaction, their initial impressions directly after the attacks and their impressions now with ten years having passed. I wanted to discover what others thought about our general discussions surrounding 9/11, what they thought the US seems to have learned and more importantly what they feel we have failed to learn.
This article and my talk to the UU Church of Los Alamos are in part the culmination of those discussions, but more importantly, I hope that this text can act as a catalyst for a thoughtful examination of the tragedy that began ten years ago half a world away. Anything concerning 9/11 is fraught with deep and powerful emotion, strong opinions and positional statements. Often our points of view are rooted in emotion, and they stubbornly persist. I think that as a country, we would do well to all take up an attitude of self-examination and try to employ a bit of humility when discussing our national attitudes and our international role in today's world.
First, I think a review of the Sept. 11 time line and events is in order:
Between the hours of 5:45 and 7:15 am, nineteen hijackers passed through gate security at Logan Airport, Newark International Airport and Washington Dulles Airport. It is believed that all of them carried box cutters or other concealed weapons and, while eight of them were randomly screened and two were even flagged as suspicious, none were prevented from boarding their intended flights.
At 8:19 that morning, Betty Ong and Amy Sweeney, flight attendants on American flight #11 contacted ground personnel alerting them to the hijacking. Somehow, Sweeny and Ong maintained contact with flight crews through the duration of their flight, providing useful information for the subsequent FBI investigation.
Twenty seven minutes later, at 8:46, flight 11 slammed into the North Tower of the World Trade Center, killing hundreds of people in the building and everyone on board the plane. Stunned witnesses to the attack, turned their video cameras towards the North Tower. Meanwhile New York’s Police and Fire Departments mobilized in less than a minute, and arrived quickly on the scene.
Thirteen minutes later, flight 175 was approaching the World Trade Center when one crew member and several passengers contacted authorities and loved ones, alerting them to the status of their flight.
At 9:02, three minutes after contact from flight 175 was made, Port Authority Announced an evacuation of the South Tower but only one minute after the announcement, flight 175 entered a dive and impacted the South Tower, killing everyone on board and several hundred in the building.
Thirteen minutes after the crash of flight 175, Renee Mays, a flight attendant on Flight 77 called her mother, reporting that her plane had been hijacked. She asked her mother, Nancy, to alert American Airlines to the situation. Meanwhile, a passenger, Barbara Olson, reached her husband, who informed her of the World Trade Center attacks. Fifty one minutes after the first crash in New York, at 9:37 am, flight 77 crashed into the Western side of the Pentagon, killing 184 people in total.
Twenty minutes after the pentagon attack, at 9:57, thirteen people on flight #93 contacted loved ones and authorities. The passengers were informed that three hijacked planes had already been crashed into the Pentagon and the World Trade Center. It is believed that the passengers of flight #93 held a vote and chose to try and forcibly take back their plane. Six minutes later, at 10:03 am, only 20 minutes from Washington DC, as the passengers of flight 93 battled with the hijackers, the plane entered a dive and crashed in a field in Somerset County, PA. All forty passengers were killed.
Even ten years after the fact, reviewing these events is emotionally painful. I simultaneously feel sad, angry, compassionate, vengeful and empathetic. To this day, I am confused emotionally by this tragedy.
When I awoke on the morning of Sept. 11, 2001, it was to news reports confirming the collapse of the twin towers in Manhattan. The reports had infiltrated my barely conscious mind and snapped me into an alert state. I thought the news report had to be a dream, but a quick surf through the cable news channels informed me that the tragedy was real and that I had awoken into a different world.
My first thought was for people I had known while living in Manhattan. I had worked at the foreign news desk of the Wall Street Journal in the World Financial Center. I had known people who worked in the World Trade Center and that morning, I worried about their fate.
Next, my worry gave way to rage and disbelief. How could anyone have such an incredible lack of judgment? Didn't they know what would happen? Why would they intentionally stir up a hornet’s nest? That morning, I gave serious thought to enlisting in the armed services, so that I could exact my own personal vengeance against the perpetrators of this attack.
It wasn't until a day or two had passed that I began to worry about what our national reaction might be. I began to worry about who would get hurt and who would suffer. Would innocent people be forced to withstand a storm of terror and personal loss in order to satisfy our need for vengeance. What onslaught would be unleashed in response to the misguided actions of nineteen hijackers?
I became increasingly worried that the US would fail to have a measured response and that we would instead exact a toll against a foreign population that was completely disproportionate to the damage we had suffered.
At the time, I could not have imagined the sheer magnitude of US reaction that would ensue. I would never have guessed at the devastating consequences that would result from our vendetta. Ten years ago, my worry extended to the residents and survivors in New York and Washington; I worried for families half way around the world who might get caught in the cross fire. But I couldn’t imagine my country trashing a balanced budget, incurring the largest debt in US history, invading two countries and waging the two longest wars in our national history, resulting in more than a million deaths. I didn’t think we would recklessly shove our economy off a cliff dragging much of the world along for the ride. I wouldn’t have thought we might strap the next generation with a mountain of debt that they didn’t approve and for which they have no culpability.
According to ex CIA Officer and al Quaeda expert, Michael Scheuer, the bin Laden movement was aimed, not at killing or conquering Americans, not even at “reforming” our politics, but rather, al Quaeda wanted the US to go bankrupt thus reducing our worldwide influence and in particular, our influence in Muslim countries.
It gives me pause to consider that bin Laden’s primary goal may have been to incite the US into creating it’s own economic Armageddon; that he didn’t aim to foment a global Muslim uprising against the West, that al Quaeda didn’t actually plan to lead the Muslim world in a great war against Western powers. But rather that the goal was to spur the US into an exaggerated, sustained and costly military reaction, which would ruin our economy. Could it now be said that maybe he succeeded and that the primary weapon he used was our own national hubris?
I think the jury is still out on that question, but the question is worthy of contemplation. In the Time Magazine article, “bin Laden’s great mistake: What Osama Never Understood About the American Spirit”, journalist Romesh Ratnesar, contends that the US economy is far more robust that what bin Laden had thought. He points out that we attract the best and brightest from around the world. He cites statistics showing that in 2005 one in four high tech start-ups were launched by immigrants and that in 2009 immigrants with advanced degrees were three times as likely as native-born Americans to file for patents. Ratnesar writes, “What bin Laden never understood is that, whatever the body blows suffered over the past decade, American society retained its capacity to renew itself.”
While Ratnesar discusses our strengths, he stresses that we cannot afford complacency, and I wholeheartedly agree. The facts at present are these, our public education system is on the verge of collapse. Our federal and increasingly our local governments are paralyzed with partisan bickering and ineptitude. Our debt is titanic, our credit downgraded and our citizens demoralized. While it is true that our culture and our economy received an infusion of vitality from the immigrant talent we’ve attracted, we flirt with disaster if we continue to allow xenophobic politicians to gain clout and power in Washington. We are ensuring our downfall if we continue to let partisan politicians grind their axes on the foundations of our school system legislating ill-conceived “oversight” and designing education without the input of knowledgeable experts in education or people who understand child development and learning. We cannot continue to blame our teachers and educators for the failure of our culture to instill a love of learning in the next generation or to place a high value on acquiring an education.
The fact that our country has attracted multitudes of talented and industrious immigrants, is heartening, and it gives us a little bit of breathing room, but it is troubling that so little innovation is home grown. That our country is failing to produce entrepreneurs and designers, requiring that we be able to attract external innovators to feed our success.
With regards to whether bin Laden has accomplished his goals, I believe the jury is out, because I think we will either deliver his victory or deny his success. Our choices in terms of how we invest in our country and in our future will determine our answer to that question. Our answer to bin Laden will be formed from our priorities, from our ability to coalesce into a unified nation from our willingness to confront unpredictable challenges while maintaining our values. I think think our answer will be determined by the questions we are willing to ask.
For example, many of my liberally minded friends and acquaintances have said things like “peace is the answer” or “give peace a chance”, but what does that actually mean? Are those statement truly meaningful in terms of foreign policy? Are they practical? Are they useful? Do they provide a basis for governance or do they look profound on a bumper sticker? Please don’t misunderstand, I’m not against peace. My question goes to whether the world we live in is truly that simple or are things much more complex than any thirty second sound bite?
Are we truly informed about important issues? Are we willing to consider contrary information, particularly concerning issues that we ardently defend or zealously attack?
Has our country had an intelligent conversation about any important topic in the past year or even the past decade?
I don’t think so...do you? I have to ask why haven’t we? What is preventing us? More importantly, what, if anything, have we done to promote a responsible conversation about energy, education, international policy, or our economy?
Do we collectively think primarily in bumper sticker phrases or do our opinions carry the weight of having been questioned and considered with care? I don’t mean other people either, I mean myself and anyone who is reading this article.
When we vote for public officials, are we voting for someone who will govern effectively or are we voting for someone who expresses our outrage and who will inflict that outrage on the opposition?
Which kind of candidate will more likely herald the change that our country craves and that our children need? We are the ones who elect our leaders, so the choices are ours.
I believe we are at a cross-roads in American ...AND world history. I believe the decisions we make will carry monumental consequences for generations to come. The choices are ours but the outcomes are weighty and unknowable. Sometimes I think that our decisions may carry greater import than any that have been made in the past century, if not longer.
So I ask you...
Are we giving those decisions the attention they deserve?
Do we truly recognize the gravity of our choices and are we being appropriately thoughtful and cautious?
One of the people I spoke with in preparation for today’s talk said that one lesson she hopes we have learned is to teach our youth about what happened on September 11, to arm the next generation with the needed resources to avoid future tragedies of a similar nature.
I therefore asked several youth about September 11th. I asked what they know of the events and possible motives for those attacks and I found to my dismay that we have definitely not passed on that information. None of the youth I talked with, including my own, were knowledgeable about the 9/11 attacks, or their possible motives.
At first I was surprised until I remembered that many Americans still believe Saddam Hussein and Osama bin Laden collaborated. There is widespread belief that our invasion of Iraq was legitimately tied to the attacks of September 11. I guess It shouldn’t be a surprise that we haven’t taught our children about these events when it is clear that even our adult public is widely ignorant to the facts.
It seems we have a long road ahead and very little of our journey will be easy. I think that neither my country, nor even my congregation has honestly engaged in the most difficult and confronting questions that will allow us to resoundingly deny bin Laden his victory.
We don’t seem to know what we stand for and we have difficulty finding unity even in service of our shared values. A microcosm of the USA, my UU congregation can spend hours and weeks debating the merits of having the word “church” as part of our name meanwhile we can’t generate half a dozen interested people to support a weekly interfaith service at the Capitol building in Santa Fe supporting marriage equality during the legislative session.
We have staked out our positions regarding how Sunday services should look and feel. We have hardened our opinions as to whether our message should be secular or spiritual. We are ardent about how to conduct services for all ages and we have largely abandoned them due to disagreement. We have lost long time members, we have hurt friends, we have alienated each other and we have moved on having formulated our reasons, excuses and explanations.
We have failed to be in dialogue and we have failed to listen to each other when we needed to most. We have failed to recognize and honor the commitments that others express, when their proposals seem disagreeable to us? In short, we have failed to do enough. We have failed to manifest our values at large in today’s world.
I know I am at risk of making my self unpopular now, but I think it would be unforgivable and deeply hypocritical for me to imply that I and my community have done or are currently doing what is needed in today’s world.
In reality, I believe we haven’t and we aren’t! We aren’t doing enough to reclaim our democracy and install responsible leaders. We aren’t doing enough to right the wrongs that our nation’s foreign policy has wrought. We aren’t doing enough to ensure that people the world over have access to food, medical care, education and hope. We aren’t doing enough to ensure that members of our community feel they are important when they disagree with the direction we choose.
I don’t mean that we aren’t doing a lot...because we are! Some among us are undoubtedly fatigued and wore out, some are disheartened and others are overcome with the sheer magnitude of all that there is to accomplish.
I don’t pretend that our path is easy or that our values will naturally propagate. Unlike other church communities, we lack the assurance that God is on our side, because many of us don’t believe in God.
I think it is hard to accept that despite all we have done, despite the labor and the passion we have invested, despite our commitment, our belief and all that we have accomplished. Our deeds are still not enough. Despite all we have given, our nation and our world continue to hurtle down a destructive and perilous path that we oppose, so obviously we haven’t yet done enough.
I am not implying that each of us must take an additional full time job serving our values. But we should each examine where we have been ineffective and where we have failed to lend support when we maybe should have. We might consider which areas of personal growth we have avoided because the challenge seems too great and perhaps the payoff is directed primarily at others. We might ask in a serious manner, why we haven’t coalesced into a congregational force for positive change? Have we really engaged in the tough questions, the ones that make us squirm, the ones that we don’t like to answer because we see that we haven’t even begun to stretch ourselves and realize our full capacities.
Many might wonder why I bring all of this up? What could I hope to accomplish? The answer is that despite my being an atheist, I actually believe in miracles. Not miracles of divine intervention, but rather miracles of human triumph. I believe that people are miraculous and confounding all at once.
I believe that given the opportunity, many of my fellow citizens and my community will embrace a worthy challenge. I anxiously chose these topics for discussion, because I have a high estimation of my fellow citizens and my fellow UUs. I think we are exactly the sorts of people who can and will engage in the toughest questions. I think we are the people to take up these challenges and provide the kind of leadership that is needed today. I don’t anticipate acquiring a broad level of unpopularity from this message, because I think most will understand I am not hurling insults but rather calling on every one's innate greatness. The list of shortcomings I covered earlier are normal in any group, they are typical of how collections of people function. I pointed them out, because I think UUs and others in my community are extraordinary and I think we could set a new tone for our broader community and possibly our world. The fact is that Unitarian Universalists have been at the leading edge of many important social upheavals in the past century and I see no reason that we should stop displaying that quality of leadership now.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Sales Phone Calls: H8 em...no I Love em!
--by Mike Adams
I was just reading a link my wife sent to The Bloggess, which made me laugh and reminded me of how I respond to marketing calls. I love marketing calls, I'll always take them when I have the chance. I'll listen for a while and at my first opportunity, I'll derail the sales pitch and try to steer it in a direction like this:
I was just reading a link my wife sent to The Bloggess, which made me laugh and reminded me of how I respond to marketing calls. I love marketing calls, I'll always take them when I have the chance. I'll listen for a while and at my first opportunity, I'll derail the sales pitch and try to steer it in a direction like this:
Me (stereotypical used car sales voice):
Have you ever tried the U CAN SELL ANYTHING method for these types of calls?
Have you ever tried the U CAN SELL ANYTHING method for these types of calls?
Caller:
uhhh...no, I'm calling to find out if you have any interest in a six month subscription to (some magazine I could care less about)
uhhh...no, I'm calling to find out if you have any interest in a six month subscription to (some magazine I could care less about)
Me:
Right, but have you closed this deal yet...that's the most important question...in fact, in sales, that's always the most important question. So, I ask you...have you closed this deal yet?
Right, but have you closed this deal yet...that's the most important question...in fact, in sales, that's always the most important question. So, I ask you...have you closed this deal yet?
Caller:
Are you asking me...no, I haven't...what!?
Are you asking me...no, I haven't...what!?
Me:
Exactly my point, do you realize that if you were using my patented U CAN SELL ANYTHING method, you could probably have closed this deal and already be calling someone else. You could probably double your sales in no time. Have you heard of this new powerhouse method of sales?
Exactly my point, do you realize that if you were using my patented U CAN SELL ANYTHING method, you could probably have closed this deal and already be calling someone else. You could probably double your sales in no time. Have you heard of this new powerhouse method of sales?
Caller:
Uhhhh...Sir, do you think you might be interested in a six month subscription of (some idiotic magazine that I couldn't give a crap about) for 1/4 the cost of what you would pay at the news rack?
Uhhhh...Sir, do you think you might be interested in a six month subscription of (some idiotic magazine that I couldn't give a crap about) for 1/4 the cost of what you would pay at the news rack?
Me:
Now you are getting my point aren't you. The answer is that I might be interested in it if you were selling it to me effectively...not only might I be interested in it, the question you'd be asking is how many subscriptions do I want to buy? One for my spouse, for my parents, etc... So let me ask you again, have you heard of my patented U CAN SELL ANYTHING program? You should go check out my web sit www.sellanything2anyone.crap before you make one more call, you'll be thanking me on your next pay check!
Now you are getting my point aren't you. The answer is that I might be interested in it if you were selling it to me effectively...not only might I be interested in it, the question you'd be asking is how many subscriptions do I want to buy? One for my spouse, for my parents, etc... So let me ask you again, have you heard of my patented U CAN SELL ANYTHING program? You should go check out my web sit www.sellanything2anyone.crap before you make one more call, you'll be thanking me on your next pay check!
Caller:
Well, I'm gonna have to get going now, you have a nice day ok...bye! (click)
Well, I'm gonna have to get going now, you have a nice day ok...bye! (click)
I hang up the phone feeling satisfied with myself and entertained for my efforts.
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