And Now for the Hard Part...

Well,Boys & Girls, I have a Bit on my plate right now. Working out, preparing my meals so I cut down on eating out, emptying out my storage locker so I can devote that money to making the payments on my new car, having to knuckle down &prep myself for an Importsnt exam & maintaining my relationship, keeping the house up. I believe they call this A D L- Activities of Daily Living. I'm Sure I'm no different then most other people that way. Discipline.

Stand by, we are having Technical issues

By technical issues, I mean Laziness issues, combined with talking on Twitter too much & playing Words with Friends Far too Often to actually sit & formulate thoughts to share with all of you ( all7) here. I'd Apologise, but it Really is My fault & while I'm still alive and kicking, I must try to give you all a small piece of my mind ( Not like the Hannibal Lecter movie!) Today's Quote: Government is Force. It is Not Reason. It is Not Eloquence. Life Fire, it is a Dangerous Servent &a Fearful Master. Today's Quiz: Who said that?

Last night

Last night, I drove over the mountain to Nyack, turned north on broadway & parked my car down on Hook Mtn. State park's lot. I took a walk along the river road & it was Something! Many folks have memories of Happy Times & this is one I hope will stay with me forever! A clear, cool evening, with a light breeze off the water, mixing with the amazing scent of blooming Honeysuckle was Intoxicating! I repeatedly filled my lungs, breathing deeply, to absorb that into myself! I met the usual joggers bikers, conversationalists, exercise folks, dog walkers,etc... And just enjoyed the peaceful coming on of the evening. Strolling is different when you take the Time to look all around, not rushed or pushed by constraints or by others who "want to get something done-damnit!" I had nowhere to go & only my heart propelling me along! What a way to Recharge, feel, be comfortable in your own skin & feel Blessed! Have You had any experiences like that recently?

The Wilford Brimley Rap Song! (You asked for it!)

The (High) Cost of Blogging

     I received an email from my employer, notifying me that the department is aware of my blog. While I'm not surprised by this, it did kind of freak me out! Not that I'm any kind of regular poster, and a lot of what I have to say doesn't involve work, it sends a message: We are watching. Well-Good! I hope never to violate the department's policies regarding disclosing private information & of course, never reveal what I know of the lives of men (the Oath of Geneva) I suppose that I'm not just another anonymous blogger after all!

10 Things I have done (&might do again) naked

I was delivered more or less normally (another post about this later)

I swam in the pond by my house with the neighborhood kids.

I ran through my high school in my Senior year.

I often cook breakfast & make Coffee (BTW Please try to Call before visiting!)

I have sat in a tree with an unclothed female in a backyard in Pennsylvania overlooking a Road.

I secured & wrapped plastic around that females' Ostomy bag, so she, for the first time since her surgery, could go swimming.

I have stood on top of a Local mountain, feeling the cool wind flow over me.

I stood in my shower alone,for the first time after open heart surgery, gently probing the scar on my chest, wondering how long it is all going to last.

I have held a Lover in my arms, laughing & exausted.

I have had the warm summer rain wash my skin & rubbed fresh peppermint leaves on my body.

I made love in a mountain stream, standing tippitoe on the Rocks by the Deep end.

I hope you have done at least as much (or a Lot more) :-)

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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of the easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Posting while Bored: Don't Do It.

Approx. 3 people attended my mom's funeral: me, kitty & my old work partner, Tim. I can't locate my sister Jean(probably on Purpose), her brother didn't seem particularly interested & my cousin couldn't attend due to Health issues. I don't know if it's a Delayed, Muted or no reaction at all, but I've shed no tears, haven't lost any sleep or have anything bother me, other then I'm happy she's no longer in Pain or suffering. I don't feel I'm abnormal,since she has been sick for quite some time. Just Resigned.

Life: It's what happens while you're making other plans...

     I apologise to the approximately 6 readers of my blog about the paucity of my posting. Although the Bradley Manning article is current ( & remains so) I'm certain you are better entertained by staring out the window.

     My Mom passed away yesterday, at age 80 for reasons which have not been, nor will ever be adequately explained to me. "Failure to Thrive" isn't a diagnosis, more a statement of condition. It had been Coming for a while, and I've written other posts about it. I am neither upset or emotional about it, nor am I numb. I accept that her condition was deteriorating, have made my peace with it (if not her- due to her mental decline) & am now in the process of making the phone calls, trying to find my sister's number (she's moved again without forwarding any contact information) and looking through the papers she left behind. That the nursing home took all the Assets is a given ( Thank Sen. Kennedy for that) I am left with pictures, memories, a TV set & a couple of plastic containers that looks like they are all getting donated to Goodwill.

     I'll attempt to get her buried on top of my Dad on Friday. How that will work out is up to several people of whom I have no idea of how they operate! I'm leaning toward having a service in the chapel of the nursing home, mostly for the people she spent the last years of her life with. I can't guarantee any of the family other then myself will show up. Then I will go on living my life.

Bradley Manning & the Case against Solitary Confinement By Lynn Parramore- I have copied this Verbatum from Reader Supported News, not to plagerize content , but to inform the few folks who read my blog. No Offense is intended!
reader supported news


The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by entering its prisons.

~Fyodor Dostoevsky



In the earliest days of our Republic, a group of well-meaning Philadelphia Quakers set out to reform the prison system. The idea was to remove convicts from the mayhem and corruption of overcrowded jails to solitary cells where sinners would return to mental and spiritual health through reflection. In the Walnut Street Jail, no windows would distract the prisoners with street life; no conversation would disturb their penitence. Alone with God, they would be rehabilitated.



There was a small problem. Many of the prisoners went insane. The Walnut Street Jail was shut down in 1835.



But the word penitentiary became part of the language, and the idea of placing prisoners in solitary confinement did not die. It seemed so reasonable - so much better than chain gangs or public stocks. New prisons opened to test the theory that solitude might bring salvation to criminals.



Charles Dickens had a keen interest in prison conditions, having witnessed his father’s detention in a Victorian debtor’s prison. When he heard about the latest American innovation in housing convicts, he came to see for himself. At Philadelphia’s Eastern State Penitentiary, the wretches he found in solitary confinement were barely human spectres who picked their flesh raw and stared blankly at walls. His on-the-spot conclusion: Solitary confinement is torture. Dickens wrote:



I believe that very few men are capable of estimating the immense amount of torture and agony which this dreadful punishment, prolonged for years, inflicts upon the sufferers…I hold this slow and daily tampering with the mysteries of the brain, to be immeasurably worse than any torture of the body: and because its ghastly signs and tokens are not so palpable to the eye and sense of touch as scars upon the flesh; because its wounds are not upon the surface, and it extorts few cries that human ears can hear; therefore I the more denounce it, as a secret punishment which slumbering humanity is not roused up to stay.



A man who had seen his share of inhumanities, Dickens pronounced solitary confinement to be “rigid, strict, and hopeless…cruel and wrong.”



That was 1842. Since then, piles of scientific studies, along with the vivid accounts of victims, have confirmed what was obvious to Dickens. Solitary confinement is worse than smashed bones and torn flesh. When human beings are deprived of social contact for even a few weeks, concentration breaks down, memory fades and disorientation sets in. Eventually, many prisoners experience explosive rages, hallucinations, catatonia, and self-mutilation. Some become irretrievably insane. Far from promoting safety, the most commonly cited justification, solitary confinement often amplifies violent impulses, turning prisoners into ticking time bombs who are far more dangerous to human society upon release than they ever were to begin with (see National Geographic’s documentary on the subject, available on Netflix).



Human beings need social contact for normal brain function. Solitary confinement is thus a method of inflicting traumatic injury upon the human mind. “It’s an awful thing, solitary,” wrote former Vietnam prisoner John McCain in Faith of My Fathers. “It crushes your spirit and weakens your resistance more effectively than any other form of mistreatment.” Among its legion perversities, solitary confinement turns medical doctors into torturers; renders violent criminals more aggressive, and makes prisoners cut off from human society incapable of functioning in it.



In 1890, the United States Supreme Court nearly declared the punishment unconstitutional. It is banned by the Geneva Convention, condemned by the United Nations, and either prohibited or restricted in most civilized countries. And yet today, as Atul Gawande showed in his revealing 2009 New Yorker article, tens of thousands of Americans are tortured in this fashion every day, out of sight, in the “Supermax” prisons that have popped up like poisoned mushrooms on the American landscape since the 1980s. Some prisoners are consigned to these Houses of Unholiness for violations - both major and minor — of prison rules. Some for gang activity. Others for trying to escape. Or for violent behavior. Some are placed there because they are mentally ill and there is nowhere else to put them - the equivalent of casting a sufferer of pneumonia onto an Arctic tundra.



Save for the death penalty, solitary confinement is the most extreme sanction allowed by law. Like slavery and every other form of institutionalized inhumanity, it should be banished to the dark annals of American history as an example of what happens when our humanity slumbers.



Instead, it is being used as a method of terror and coercion by the United States government upon a citizen who has not even been convicted of a crime.



As Salon’s Glenn Greenwald and several other courageous journalists have documented, Bradley Manning, the 22-year-old U.S. Army Private accused of leaking classified documents to WikiLeaks, has been detained in solitary confinement for the last seven months, despite not having been convicted of any crime, having been a model detainee, and having evidenced no signs of violence or even disciplinary misdemeanors. Manning has been kept alone in a cell for 23 hours a day, barred from exercising in that cell, deprived of sleep, and denied even a pillow or sheets for his bed. As Greenwald reports, “the brig’s medical personnel now administer regular doses of anti-depressants to Manning to prevent his brain from snapping from the effects of this isolation.” A court hearing has not been set.



The message of the U.S. government to its citizens in this activity is clear: blow the whistle and your brain will be mutilated before you even have a trial.



But it may be that much to the shame of the U.S. government, our slumbering humanity is awakening. The solitary confinement - the torture, for we must call it that - of Bradley Manning is ironically shining a light on this brutality and tipping us off to the danger of authoritarianism. A United Nations probe is now investigating the Bradley case, and the drumbeat of outrage in the blogosphere grows louder every day. Whatever one thinks of Manning and his involvement in the WikiLeaks release of classified information, there can never be any justification for torture. As Greenwald argues, such practices weaken the position of the United States government, both abroad and at home. Other countries will think twice before accepting extradition requests to a place where inhumane treatment of prisoners is sanctioned. Our moral standing in the world suffers, while the American citizenry, already suspicious of post-9/11 governmental abuses of power, grows even more alarmed. Trust and faith in justice deteriorate.



As we spend time and rejoice with our friends and family this holiday season - enjoying the social interaction that human beings require - let us pause for a moment to remember the thousands of people being tortured in American prisons, including Bradley Manning, and let us send our own message back to our government: We are Americans. We will not accept the intimidation and coercion of our fellow citizens, even from the Pentagon. Most assuredly, we will not accept torture in our name. Not of the accused. Not of the mentally ill. Not even of convicted criminals. When our civilized society is attacked, no matter what the justification, we will rise up to defend it.



The placement of human beings in solitary confinement is not a measure of their depravity. It is a measure of our own.



Lynn Parramore is Editor of New Deal 2.0, Media Fellow at the Roosevelt Institute, and Co-founder of Recessionwire.

Please send postcards to Mr. Manning:




Bradley Manning

Quantico Marine Brig

Marine Corps Base Quantico

3247 Elrod Avenue

Quantico, VA 22134



Bradley Manning

c/o Courage to Resist

484 Lake Park Ave # 41

Oakland CA 94610



The pictures on the cards might be therapeutic, and the open messages might make guards realize that their harming Manning is UnAmerican. Make it a habit. Send many. Ask others to send, also.



Of course President Obama has the authority and responsibility to immediately put an end to Manning's abuse. He can simply order it.



President Obama

1600 Pennsylvania Ave

Washington, DC 20500

This reciepe is directly lifted from the blog of the Always Awesome @schmutzie. You're Welcome.

Arrabiata Sauce

¼ cup olive oil

2 garlic cloves, thinly sliced

1 tsp red pepper flakes

1 can diced tomatoes, drained



Fry the above ingredients minus the tomatoes together until the garlic is browned but not burnt.



Turn off heat and allow to cool for approximately one minute to avoid excess spatter during the next step.



Add the tomatoes and turn the heat back up to medium. Continue to cook the sauce for another 10 to 15 minutes.



Serve over spaghetti – I prefer the rice variety – or pasta of your choice.



When I am so moved, I also like to fry a diced onion with the garlic and add 1 tsp of oregano and a ½ tsp of basil when I add the tomatoes.

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Olivia's Story: As told by Tracy Lynn Kaply (http://kaplyinc.com/) all rights (and Pie!) reserved

A Story For Olivia


Posted By Tracy on December 2nd, 2010 Once upon a time there was a girl. She was not a princess, because she had a backbone and thought that waiting around for someone to rescue you instead of doing things for yourself was more than sort of stupid.



She also felt positive that thinking a guy was a suitable life partner because he wandered around the place trying to get random women to try on this shoe he found was a road to disaster, and also, such a guy was probably a pervert with a shoe fetish.



The girl felt pretty strongly that sitting around bitching about stuff was useless, and so she determined that A) she was gonna do stuff and B) if she found someone she liked, then yay, but she wasn’t putting her life on hold for that shit.



The girl went on to do many things. She traveled all over the world, she worked at a lot of different types of jobs, she learned a lot of interesting things and meet many people.



She devoted a fair part of her time to making the world a better place and an equal amount of time to doing stuff that made her happy.



And in the long run, she was happy and productive, and life was good.



***Friend's, I saw this post & wanted to share it with you! If you haven't followed (or heard) of Tracy Lynn Kaply, Please go check her out! this isn't Plagerism- it's a Great Story that many Adults need to read to their little Girls (and boys)

TIME.

     I attended the Memorial service of a Quaker friend I've known for years'. Everyone was reminding each other of what a Great, Intelligent, Compassionate he was ( all True!) In a world where the word Gentleman is used interchangable with Sir (I never did figure out why) he really was a Gentleman of Excellent Taste, Intelligence, Wit and Modesty. I was sitting, contemplating Life & Death when I remembered something I heard about Einstein's Theory of Relativity: Time itself is Not an Ever Present Force- it is, in fact an effect! The faster you move, (I'm not talking moving your arms/legs etc...) in relation to the speed of Light (186,000 miles per Second, squared) the slower time is for you. That got me thinking.

     If Time is an effect (Perhaps of Gravity, Motion, Who knows ???) then There is a place where everything IS: You as a baby, you, playing with your friends, You, playing football in High School, You in College, You in Love on Your Wedding Day,Your first day on the Job, Your Promotions, You, raising your children, You, Retiring, You, sitting alone in an empty house, You, dying. All together. Birth through Death. We are Born, We live and We Die. So it goes, on & on. Newton taught us that: You cannot Create, nor Destroy Anything- you can only change it's Form. I don't know the Implications of all this Drivel, so I'll leave it there, for the Moment.

     I know that I will die one day. I don't know when that will be, but it's Coming. It is the Same for All of us. Kinda Depressing? Maybe. but True Nonetheless. I don't feel afraid of death, as so many others seem to be. Perhaps it's my Life Experience: I've seen all kinds of Death, up close & Personal. My job has been to keep folks alive until we can bring them to a place where they might Cheat Death-for a while, at least. For me, it's Important that I try to live a life of Honesty, Hard Work & Laughter, using Ethics, a Moral Sense & Responsibility as Guideposts. Hereafter? Don't Know. but I feel that by being True to myself & my fellow Creatures (Human & Otherwise) I'll be OK. How about You? Damn, if I know this is Deep, but can't help it- I was thinking about different aspects last night until I fell asleep.

Mom.

     This is kinda hard to Write.I am nothing if not a Realist. My mom is in the hospital, not communicating with just about anyone, & when she talked to me, she's not making any sense. it's difficult to match that with my memory of a bright, sharp-tongued older person who was nobody's fool. There's nothing to recommend getting old; I've said it before & I get no disagreement from any older person. What doesn't hurt, Doesn't work. Her chronic health problems are finally getting the upper hand & it hurts to watch. In my opinion, she has lost the will to live. I don't know what the future holds, but I'm getting set to say goodbye to her. I don't imagine it will be terribly long.

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