Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Manic Depression Under a Blanket of Endless Possibilities

This was written by my son - for his English class - He was suppose to Agree or Disagree with the following statment: 'Society changes with the times, yet people remain pretty much the same' - I don't think he agreed or disagreed here but what he wrote I felt was brilliant regardless (And no, I am not just saying it because I am his mom - I would not have given him a passing grade on this work because he did not really 'complete' the assignment.)

Manic Depression Under a Blanket of Endless Possibilities

When Americans look back 40 or 50 years we see a simpler time. When the streetlights flickered on and most children came home to a homemade dinner around the family table. News was about politics and weather, and we all knew our neighbor. People were numb, happy, and ready to burst. American culture has a funny way about it. It steadily grows then bursts open to reveal the ugliness, disgust and pure beauty of human nature. Thus the 60s. Civil rights movement, the sexual revolution, fabulous drug induced thought and music that set American values so off kilter that mere children could stop a war. The Children of the 60s brought back the notion of thought and common sense to a slumbering old white country.

The same old white country is pulling the cords to our computers and controlling our lives with a joystick. Keeping the children busy with their fake plastic enjoyment is completely ruining what the most enlightened generation expected us to run with. The power of thought and common sense is no longer extended to our generation due to the fact that we aren’t smart enough to handle it, and even if we got it we would ignore it because the only power we prefer is electricity. Society changes with the youth, but the youth can’t change it unless they pay attention.

Fridges, Coffee Pots Lose Favor in Schools - Yahoo! News

Fridges, Coffee Pots Lose Favor in Schools - Yahoo! News

Can someone please tell me when schooling is going to take precedence over other stuff in this country. It's no wonder we can't get people to beocme teachers. I think it's an outrage that we have to ask teachers to pay for ANYTHING in their classrooms. Where the hell are the parents in all of this? We ought to be ashamed of ourselves as a society.

More education and food NOT BOMBS!

Ties that bind...revisited

This is about family – *MY* family.

I am the eldest of 4 children. Each of us is unique, different and exasperating in our own ways. Each of us has fashioned our own lives – separately from each other. I try in a lot of ways to be the ‘glue’ – not because I am trying to exert my will on anyone but because to me these people, the ones who shared the same mother and father as me are the only ‘remnants’ I have left of those parents and I want us to be close...

When I was growing up in that small town (Verona) in Pennsylvania, the clearest ‘example’ of a sibling relationship was the one that existed between my mother and my aunt ‘Jada’ (her name was actually Mary Concetta – but everyone called her Jada). Aunt Jada was my godmother. She was older than my mom and she led a better life (financially) than we did. My mom was during these years a ‘stay-at-home’ mom. Aunt Jada worked for a bakery down the hill from where we lived – she worked outside the home because her kids were high-school aged when we were still little – my parents got a late start and did not marry until their late 30s, which for the time was unheard of – I am sure my mom was considered an ‘old-maid’ – therefore a lot of my cousins were quite a bit older than us.

Everyday the sisters would meet and have lunch – they were extremely close – in fact I’d dare say that Aunt Jada was my mom’s closest sibling. I grew up going over to Aunt Jada’s all the time – attending family functions there, being baby-sat there, playing with the kids in her neighborhood – I knew some of them better than the kids in my neighborhood. I knew in the back of my head growing up that ‘this’ was what family was all about and this was what I envisioned for myself as well...

Because of how things played out in my own life – I was banished from my dad’s house at the age of 19 – I ended up in Houston, I ended up pregnant. I had my daughter without any blood relative around and I was in an abusive situation, but I could not go home. Eventually I DID go home and mended those relationships – however I was still down in Houston – in fact when my step-mom died I was unable to get to her funeral because I was not allowed to fly due to being 8 months pregnant with my son. I was finally able to make my way home not long after the birth of my son. I figured that since I lived closer to my siblings that we would all somehow grow close and raise our children together. But I was wrong. This apparently was not to be. My children did not grow up knowing their cousins the way we did. I am truly saddened by this. There are a lot of issues at work here. I am not trying to judge it – I am just making observations here.

My sister (who is next in birth order to me), keeps a lot to herself – she had struggled to raise her son mainly on her own – she has done an outstanding job of raising him. She was able to, later in her life, find a wonderful man to marry and now has a young daughter – motherhood at our age can be kind of trying – but it’s a choice she made and I admire her for doing this so late in life. My sister and I have always struggled with our relationship – we fought all the time. After we had children we seemed to patch that bond but we never ever seemed to share the closeness I saw between our mother and our aunt. We are just too different.

My next sibling - the first-born boy in our family – was always shy, almost fanatical about sports and in my estimation the one who got the ‘looks’ in the family. He was gorgeous as a young boy and young man. He went off to the Navy at a young age and came back and has kind of been a ‘loner’ – he struggles with alcohol and drug abuse and has never married – I don’t think he ever will. He seems happy in his own right. My heart aches to be closer to him but he has to want that too. My son loves him and is always asking if we can see him – but I can’t force a grown man to pick up the phone and call.

Finally there is my youngest brother. The ‘baby’ of the family. I remember the day they brought him home from the hospital and he was one of the most beautiful ‘dolls’ I had ever seen. As a child, he was precocious and highly intelligent. He is more like me (I think) than my other siblings. For that reason, we seem to be closer to one another. He got married to a wonderful woman who gave him two wonderful children and it has been a great pleasure for me to get to know my niece and nephew. They are great kids. Fortunately my son has gotten to know them as well – so I feel that in at least some way he has known what it’s like to have close cousins, albeit younger than him.

I have in my life read a lot about family. About the dysfunctionality of it all – how can it be otherwise? I will cite John Bradhsaw as a wealth of information on family dynamics and trying to heal yourself when your family does not function well – he helped me a lot when I was dealing with my own demons long ago. Most families don’t even know how to talk to one another let alone try to mend rifts or damage when it occurs. Most families sweep things under the carpet and hope it will go away. This is true of countless families and it is unfortunate.

I know because of my birth order and because my mom died when I was only 15 that part of me feels it is my ‘job’, ‘burden’, ‘responsibility’ whatever you want to call it – to hold us together. I want us to be a close knit group that can come together and be there for each other – but again, unfortunately this does not seem to be the case. It is going to be a rough Yule for me this year. Because the people I love the most probably won’t all be together. I now realise that this is how families come undone. There is no glue you can use to stick things back together just because it’s going to make *you* feel better. Sometimes you just have to resign yourself to it never working out. I hate to ‘give up the fight’ for this – but I am truly lost as to what to do. I want to be the ‘peacemaker’ I want to say to both sides “Work it out!” but I fear the rift is too deep. It is really sad. I can see both sides. We are all stubborn, we are all difficult, we can all be asses. We all just need to realize we are human and we have faults, we need to try to be compassionate to one another. I find it funny/odd that we will feel compassion for a total stranger but when it comes to our brother, our in-laws – we can’t seem to muster up unconditional love. We can try to ‘overlook’ their annoying habits – but truly understanding their ‘nature’ and loving them DESPITE what we find annoying seems unthinkable. Please understand I am speaking in generalities here. Personally, I hope and pray that our family does not become one of the casualties of our own agendas, our stubbornness and pride.

I can hear my mom now…telling us to stop fighting and get along – perhaps we’ll listen this time.

Monday, November 28, 2005

Teen With Peanut Allergy Dies After Kiss - Yahoo! News

Sunday, November 27, 2005

Italy grinds to halt in strike

CNN.com - Italy grinds to halt in strike - Nov 25, 2005

See! This is what I'm talking about....we can make our voices heard if we all rally together for a good cause.

Don't work too hard


I've had this for a while now (I think Mr. C sent it to me a while back) - again I don't know why I am blogging like a mad-woman - just probably too lazy to go work out like I was 'suppose' to....but this is really funny too.
Enjoy.

A special 'e-card' Liam shared


Click on this - it's probably only good for the next 20 or 30 days...it's really funny....

(OK so shoot me no pun intended - my timing's a bit off - but I am blogging my ass off today and putting up stuff that's been in my 'in-box' for a while now...)

Thanks Liam - loved hanging with you and Sid yesterday!

XOXOXOXOXO

Stuff on my cat


This link came from C2...(as usual - she finds all the 'funny' links)

And, if looks could kill...we'd all be dead right now.

But shhhh....I don't want my cats getting 'wind' of this site just in case I want to put 'stuff' on them - not that I'd ever get the urge to do anything like this to any of my felines....the worst I could ever claim was putting a bandana on my Ulysses head and calling him 'Babushka' - he was kind of pissed come to think of it *giggles*

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Toyota and the 'sea-sick-sea-serpent' clip



Go here and press the play button. Funny - I don't usually post 'commercials' but sometimes they're good for sheer entertainment value.

I'm in love with the 'Man in Black'


...just go see it!

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Meanderings...

...of my distracted mind...

Weird. How just out of nowhere 'HE' will suddenly pop into my mind - flitting around like a butterfly and then just as suddenly 'HE'S' gone....

The feeling left behind is one of warmth and happiness mingling with a little bitter-sweetness because I know nothing is ever going to come of this...but I'm OK with it...I've made my peace with it...I just can't let myself get too close to that edge anymore....

A modern faerie tale

Once upon a time, in a land far away, a beautiful, independent, self-assured princess happened upon a frog as she sat, contemplating ecological issues on the shores of an unpolluted pond in a verdant meadow near her castle.

The frog hopped into the princess' lap and said: Elegant Lady, I was once a handsome prince, until an evil witch cast a spell upon me.

One kiss from you, however, and I will turn back into the dapper, young prince that I am and then, my sweet, we can marry and set up housekeeping in your castle with my mother, where you can prepare my meals, clean my clothes, bear my children, and forever feel grateful and happy doing so.

That night, as the princess dined sumptuously on lightly sautéed frog legs seasoned in a white wine and onion cream sauce, she chuckled and thought to herself:

"I don't fucking think so."


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Sent by a friend - great stuff....

^_^

Believers Flock to 'Crying' Virgin Mary - Yahoo! News

Believers Flock to 'Crying' Virgin Mary - Yahoo! News


...ya know....

She seems to cry an awful lot....don't ya think?

??????

^_^ - sorry not trying to be irreverant they just make it a bit too easy to do so...

Friday, November 25, 2005

CNN.com - Kids' gyms take off - Nov 25, 2005

CNN.com - Kids' gyms take off - Nov 25, 2005

I am a tad disturbed by this....other than the one in school - why would toddlers need a gym? When we were growing up the playground, the woods, the neighborhood was OUR gym - but then when we were growing up we never sat on our asses as much as these kids do today....

This is crazy....

Happy Anniversary to Me!

Well actually to my blog....

This week marks the 2nd anniversary of my blog 'Dancing on Colette's Grave' - it was on this week two years ago as my marriage finally rang it's death knell and I began what was to be my first holiday season alone - that I decided I needed to document the pain of what I was going through (and everything in between).

I want to thank all the people who have read this 'story' over time and I hope you will continue to read about me as I continue to find out more about you and all those others yet to come.

'What a long, strange trip it's been'....indeed!

From that time I am going to re-post one of the more telling entries - when I read this one it still bring the sting of tears to my eyes...

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Leaving my home

I have stepped outside to bring boxes holding my belongings to my car. I wish I could stuff my heart into one of the boxes and just leave it for a while...I am heavy, sad, tired and frightened.

I can smell cookies baking - they smell like anise and it takes me back to my childhood for a moment and memories of my mother...Her husband (my father) cheated on her - how did she deal with all of this I wonder? I remember her devastation and her sadness - I remember her crying herself to sleep at night, missing my dad. I ache to have her hold me and stoke my hair the way she used to and tell me it will all be ok.

I put my boxes in my car and go into the house to pack up the rest of my life

Thursday, November 24, 2005

What a way to spend a weekend in bed


With mi amore AL Pacino...

In a way this post is a tribute to my mother and all things Italian. While I was sick and spending the weekend in bed last weekend I managed to catch 'The Godfather' on TV. It was 'regular' TV so there was obviously a lot cut out of the movie but that's OK I've seen Parts I & II before...

There's a feeling that comes over me when I watch these films - first of all it always pleasantly surprises me that I can still understand when they speak in Italian - I don't always know everything they are saying but I can generally figure it out. Secondly, it brings back memories of being Italian and growing up in Pittsburgh. NOT the part about being in a family where organised crime is the way they make their livelihood - but the 'familia' part of it all - the closeness, the love, the cooking, the wine, the loyalty, the feeling that 'you belong' to a group that will always love you and watch out for you no matter what.

It was a bit of a double-edged sword living in my family with the Italian on my mother's side and the Irish on my father's - they seemed to come from different worlds - the love was strong on both sides though. But mom's side was a bit more serious about tradition, and 'doing the proper things' and staying loyal to the family. It's a strong sense of family it's not something taken lightly and it was all tied up with food and family gatherings and religious devotion and sometimes a bit of mystery.

I am glad I got to be a part of that group. I feel I did not pass enough of it down to my own children but then after mom died, those very same people disappeared from my life because we had moved to Ohio by then. I still keep the traditions (mainly the recipes) up in my head - just in case but my daughter does not seem interested in knowing how to make a good sauce, homemade pasta, ravioli or lasagne - perhaps someday she will...I hope both of my children know though that like my own mother, I will love them fiercely and and be loyal to them always.

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Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Gobble, gobble, gobble...

What an annoying (OK albeit weirdly funny) noise....

I feel really remiss in not writing more here. I’ve been terribly busy. I’ve been meaning to blog about a lot of things – my weekend spent laid up with a head cold – my manic cleaning the house all of a sudden (as if I am nesting or something)...the recent passing of the anniversary of my mother’s birth (she would have been 82 years old)...

Yoga has been great! I have a wonderful Tuesday night class – and I do believe there is a student that is flirting with me (for real) – while I am blushing at the prospect of this (he’s cute and nice and obviously stable and gainfully employed – and again no comments out of you C2) – I just can’t date a student (I WON’T DATE A STUDENT) – maybe after this 6-week course is up we can go have coffee...

There is also another person who has been writing to me and he is very interesting and into all the same things I am – however some part of me is feeling very cautious because he throws this stuff at me like he is trying to impress me and I don’t want to be impressed – really – it’s like ‘dropping names’ or something with the people he mentions and the things he ‘knows’ and I am just feeling cautious. We’re amicable enough – so far we’ve ‘discussed’ getting some coffee but we shall see...

And just completely off the subject now...I love how other people’s blogs sometimes have the same exact things as mine (sometimes days later – or months later) – while I don’t care a bit about a ‘link back’ or ‘track back’ or whatever the hell those techie terms are – I just think it’s all rather interesting that the world grows smaller by the day – pretty soon there’s not going to be any room left for uniqueness (don’t mind me – I am just rattling around in my cage out loud as it were – good thing this cage has rubber walls *snicker*)

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There is a ‘talk’ I give to my students around this time of the year – this is the one I gave on Tuesday nite (because my Yoga classes are not just about body self-discovery they are about getting to be real again):

“It is that time of the year again where we find ourselves frantically participating in the holidays...we rush here, we rush there, we HAVE to bake yet another pie, we HAVE to have one more piece of it to eat, or we simply overate, then we have to go shopping and get that bizillionth toy for our kids (when they are only going to play with the box anyways)...

I want you guys to keep in mind you don’t have to participate in this – you can just say NO to the madness – it’s not about the X-Box 360 or about anything other than family, love and transcendence OVER all the other materialistic stuff. So I hope as you gather around your tables you keep this in mind – you remember to say Grace – not necessarily to ‘God’ but just to be grateful for the sacrifice that’s been made to put that food on your table – to remember your manners and say thanks (and perhaps if you can remember those who are not so fortunate and try to help them). I hope that you will gather your loved ones close and be happy just for the sake of love in your life and let that grace fill your heart and soul with light and the very essence of your true SELF.

Namaste”


May you all be blessed this season with joy and love.

*hugs*
Colette

CNN.com - Barkeep jailed for lethal tequila - Nov 23, 2005

CNN.com - Barkeep jailed for lethal tequila - Nov 23, 2005

While I understand the brevity of what the bartender did (I mean 19 shots in 90 minutes!!!!!????????) - what about Mr. Nilsen's responsibility in all of this??? Was he that addle-brained that he did not realise doing such a thing might cause him (at the very least) brain damage??

Please tell me that the citizens of the world aren't going to start acting like Americans where they need to have their responsibilities for their own stupidities fall on anyone else EXCEPT them (like the bartenders/bars/restaurants/tobacco companies) - when are people going to realise it's up to them to 'just say no' to toxins (whether it be food or drugs or alcohol)???

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

NPR : 'My Lobotomy': Howard Dully's Journey

NPR : 'My Lobotomy': Howard Dully's Journey

Sometimes....there ARE no words to express the feelings certain stories arouse inside of me....

Monday, November 21, 2005

NPR : There is No God

NPR : There is No God

...per Penn Jillette - while I *personally* disagree with Mr. Jillette - I applaud his honesty and skill in explaining his views.

Saturday, November 19, 2005

Mr. Moore says it better

...than I can. Just bring the boys home you idiots.

(Oh, and that was a brilliant move you Democratic wankers - to vote that they come home immediately - whose lives exactly do you think you are playing with? YOUR sons and YOUR daughters - doubtful - we don't want your friggin lip service - we don't want your idiotic excuses and arguments - we just want this war over!)

Oh and one last thing - can we take the money you've been spending/throwing away on your stupid friggn' war and spend it on the poor? (You all should be hung by your balls).

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11/19/05

Dear Mr. Bush:

I would like to extend my hand and invite you to join us, the mainstream American majority. We, the people -- that's the majority of the people -- share these majority opinions:

1. Going to war was a mistake -- a big mistake. (LINK)

2. You and your administration misled us into this war. (LINK)

3. We want the war ended and our troops brought home. (LINK)

4. We don't trust you. (LINK)

Now, I know this is a bitter pill to swallow. Iraq was going to be your great legacy. Now, it's just your legacy. It didn't have to end up this way.

This week, when Republicans and conservative Democrats started jumping ship, you lashed out at them. You thought the most damning thing you could say to them was that they were "endorsing the policy positions of Michael Moore and the extreme liberal wing of the Democratic party." I mean, is that the best you can do to persuade them to stick with you -- compare them to me? You gotta come up with a better villain. For heaven's sakes, you had a hundred-plus million other Americans who think the same way I do -- and you could have picked on any one of them!

But hey, why not cut out the name-calling and the smearing and just do the obvious thing: Come join the majority! Be one of us, your fellow Americans! Is it really that hard? Is there really any other choice? George, take a walk on the wild side!

Your loyal representative from the majority,

Michael Moore
www.michaelmoore.com
mmflint@aol.com

Friday, November 18, 2005

Dancing amongst the stars...

I want to dance in the heavens with nothing but the stars as my partners...

I feel this way many winter mornings when it’s bitterly cold out and I get outside and look up and the stillness of the morning winter sky greets me with it’s cold, brilliant beauty I just want to meld with the universe...

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I’ve spent the last 3 nights unable to breathe - seem to be having a bad head cold - so my head is mush...

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This week was the start (the ‘true start) of my Yoga ‘season’ – rather late this year.

Tuesday night is the class I have at work where I am a ‘contractor’ (Yoga teacher) for our Center for Integrative Medicine. It was a wonderful class – we had 8 people – we were suppose to have 15 – with 8 people I end up making less money ($40/per hour vs. $75/per hour) but it’s still a good way to earn money. The class was appreciative – the room is nice (and heated) and we all had fun.

Wednesday night I also teach a class (on the ‘sly’ as it were) for some friends over in one of the other buildings – this is a class where I have cut my usual fee for teaching down to $5/per class – which is cheap – very cheap for a Yoga class. The first class we had there were 6 students and it was not so bad. Until the end of class when some of them refused to help put the room back together. You see when I go into these rooms to teach – I have to move the chairs out of the way (they are conference rooms) – I don’t like asking my students to help me put them back but I figure hey, they are getting a Yoga class at less than half the normal price – moving some chairs into place should not be that big of a deal, right? Man are people lazy!

This past Wednesday I had 3 people total in the class. One woman was from Italy – she's an older lady. We had some time alone so I asked her some questions – mainly if she had any physical problems/ailments I needed to be aware of – she said she had ‘pains’ after more prodding she told me she had fibromyalgia – so since I’ve had some experience teaching students with this I was not too concerned. Needless to say about halfway through the class she started experiencing very sharp pains and then nausea – she stopped the entire class (all two of my other students) – and said it just wasn’t ‘working for her’ I walked over to her and touched her shoulder and told her it was OK and I gave her back her money – she argued a bit but I insisted. Poor thing. She was miserable – I’ve never had a student do that before. So she left and the other 2 girls and I finished the class. When I asked for help to move the chairs back into place, they refused. Point blank. I was beyond words. I ended up staying and moving the chairs back myself...

The next day I wrote to the woman at whose insistence I was teaching these classes. I told her I was happy to be teaching but that I needed more than 2-3 students to a class and that I expected a little help putting to room back together (unless she could get the people from housekeeping services to help). She wrote me back late yesterday, letting me know she got a great response to her e-mail and more people would show and she her self would stay to help with the room. (I still plan on asking the others to help as well).

Last night was my final class at the condo where I teach an elderly class. At one point one of them cornered me about coming back – but I told him I was not sure if I would come back to teach. He asked me if I disliked elderly people – this shocked me a bit. No, I said I don’t dislike elderly people – he then said he did cause they were all a pain in the ass – we both kind of laughed and I told him that I needed to makes sure there was going to be a continued interest in the class before I returned to teach. So I spoke with him as well as the woman who helped set up the classes and it was agreed that I’d raise my price by $1/per class (I had been charging them $3/per class), and that we would have 5 sessions and people would have to pay their $20 up front – this seemed to make everyone happy and I will return to teach them the second week of January.

The situation with the Yoga studio seems to be moving forward I know Scott is working on getting us heat and we are going to meet about a marketing plan for 2006.

So all in all business wise the picture seems to be looking up and, since I don’t have a lot of extra time on my hands, so not having a love life isn’t all that bad after all.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Overheard in New York: The Voice of The City

Overheard in New York: The Voice of The City

I got this link via Mr. Hess over at 'Have Coffee Will Write' - as always his take on things is interesting....cool blog...thanks Jeff!

Monday, November 14, 2005

Drowning my sorrows


*sigh* NO - unfortunately not in Haagen-Dazs ice cream...

I am home now - because my class had to be cancelled - so I got to forage for food - ended up making portabella ravioli which were then sauteed in butter and sprinkled with Parmesean cheese (OK well at least it wasn't a pint of ice cream - had I been thinking on the way home I'd have stopped to get some...)- so I sat eating ravioli and watching the end of the movie 'Matchstick Men'(great flick).

So class was cancelled by me because I got to the studio and lo and behold had no heat. Considering when they fixed the roof they did not re-do all the duct work this came as no surprise to me - however my 'partner' Mr. F - had heated up the room last week prior to class (with a rocket-engine like space heater that sounded like a blow torch)and told me he'd work on getting us heat in that room. Well when I got into my classroom tonight, and the temp was about 50 degrees I knew I had to call my students and cancel...

After I called all 2 of my students I called Mr. F - and said: "Scott - there's no heat in here!"

"Yeah I know" says Mr. F.

I said: "Well I cancelled class, Scott I just can't teach under these circumstances".

"Yeah I hear ya babe" he says.

I went off: "No, Scott you're not hearing me and don't call me babe! If everytime I come here to teach there is some new problem to deal with then I can't be a good teacher. On top of that, I can't be expected to pay you $175 per month PLUS give you 40% of my take when my take is only $20 per week. I can't go into the hole for you, and I won't I told you I did not have any capital to work with and you seemed to be OK with that - you wanted ME to be YOUR Yoga teacher. I am not going to teach through the winter in a room with no heat and no access to the thermostat and I really think you need to re-think this Yoga 'idea' of yours. I don't mind being your Yoga teacher but if I am going to have studio space it needs to function as such and we need to seriously build up a clientele BEFORE we jump off this cliff - we need to talk!"

He says: "I know we do C - I am gonna call Dave (our landlord) right now and work on the heat thing."

I said OK told him I loved him regardless and hung up....

*SIGH*

I want my own space to teach in - it's my dream...in fact my 'Yoga' dream is to network with other teachers, form a collective, teach all over the place, teach inner-city kids (and adults) Yoga, and have a thriving business - it's a tall order but I can see it happening. I just need to get my shit together and do it...with or without Mr. F -

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An immigrant's tale

I am only briefly going to touch on this right now (mainly because I have a class to teach in about an hour)...

This is just my two cents about not just what is going on in Paris but also a report I heard on NPR today about people in AUSTRALIA and people in AMMAN (JORDAN) - wondering if they should really be aligned with the USA as far as fighting 'terror'. I will post more on these issues later.

{EDIT: I have posted the links to both sotries - the one about Australia is more about whether or not they should align with the US in fighting terror and whether that makes them more of a target. The one about Jordan is about their reacion to the killings and the horror of finding out WHO committed the acts).


Let me talk about my own 'immigration' experience. My grandmother and grandfather on my mother's side were from Italy (Calabria to be exact) - now I will say my grandmother was a mean woman - period - she was simply not nice - I don't have pleasant memories of her - she was just mean-spirited. She was not happy to be over here in this country (I really don't think) - other than the fact that she lived in a much nicer house than she could have in Italy and her kids did better financially. Now, the only way I remember my grandmother bucking the system was while you were in her home you spoke Italian - ONLY Italian not English. However, outside in public my grandmother followed the rules, laws and customs of the United States (as in 'when in Rome'). Sure my uncles were involved with some illegal things but that's another story...they sure as hell didn't start riots in Pittsburgh.

I have to say that if people are going to immigrate to another country and then be somehow disillusioned with that country and want to then harm that country's citizens, burn things down in their new 'home', disrupt the life, liberty and happiness of the other 'law abiding' citizenry, then they should either be deported, otherwise forced to leave or be jailed for their crimes. In other words if you are so fucking unhappy, leave. Otherwise figure out another PEACEFUL way to get your anger and frustration across NON-VIOLENTLY! It's worked for years in this country.

Yes this country was founded on turmoil we fought a war - a revolution to win our freedom from ANOTHER country (that was across the pond from us) - but we did not go to that other country and start riots or burning the place down because had we done so, we'd have been put in the stockades or hung or both.

If the immigrants in France want to go start a new country elsewhere let them go - there must be some really tiny island they can inhabit somewhere, vaguely threaten the US and then be taken care of...burning down Paris isn't the answer.


EDIT: I am going to post some things that Mr. C - sent to me and then our back and forth e-mail to show (not that I care what people think) that I am not heartless or prejudiced or racist or even all that nationalistic:

From Mr. C: A little history first.

Beginning in 1965, race riots became common in many Northern and Western cities. The most famous riot to occur happened in the Watts District of Los Angeles, California, but numerous other violent outbreaks occurred, including in several Ohio cities. The two most famous riots in Ohio, the Hough Riots and the "Glenville shootout," both erupted in Cleveland. Usually these riots occurred because of racist police forces (of Cleveland's 2,200 police officers, only 165 were black)or because of a lack of declining hope among African Americans for economic, social, and political
advancement.

In the case of the Cleveland Race Riots of 1966, also known as the Hough Riots, violence erupted in June 1966. The rioting lasted several days, and the Cleveland police force proved ineffective in quelling the violence. It finally took 2,200 Ohio National Guardsmen to reestablish order. Arson fires destroyed several blocks of homes and businesses in the Hough neighborhood on the east side of Cleveland. Four African Americans died. A grand jury assigned to investigate the riots concluded
that outsiders, including some communists, had caused the disturbance. Another panel more accurately determined that "The underlying causes of the rioting are to be found in the social conditions that exist in the ghetto areas of Cleveland." In essence, African-American residents in this part of Cleveland felt hopeless and that the city, state, and federal government officials had forgotten about them. source:

http://www.ohiohistorycentral.org/entry.php?rec=1597

Could the French blacks feel the same way? Surely, this does not justify civil disobedience however, We are know is that to the dis-advantaged it is very difficult to just pick up and move.

Recently I recieved a email that had been around before. It was about some rant poorly written in a Tampa rag:

"IMMIGRANTS, NOT AMERICANS, MUST ADAPT. I am tired of this nation worrying about whether we are offending some individual or their culture. Since the terrorist attacks on Sept. 11, we have experienced a surge in patriotism by the majority of Americans. However, the dust from the attacks had barely settled when the "politically correct" crowd began complaining about the possibility that our patriotism was offending others. I am not against immigration, nor do I
hold a grudge against anyone who is seeking a better life by coming to America. Our population is almost entirely made up of descendants of immigrants. However, there are a few things that those who have recently come to our country, and apparently some born here, need to understand. This idea of America being a multicultural community has served only to dilute our sovereignty and our national identity.

As Americans, we have our own culture, our own society, our own language and our own lifestyle. This culture has been developed over centuries of struggles, trials, and victories by millions of men and women who have sought freedom.

We speak ENGLISH, not Spanish, Portuguese, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, or any other language. Therefore, if you wish to become part of our society, learn the language! "In God We Trust" is our national motto. This is not some Christian, right wing, political slogan. We adopted this motto because Christian men and women, on Christian principles, founded this nation, and this is clearly documented. It is certainly appropriate to display it on the walls of our schools.

If God offends you, then I suggest you consider another part of the world as your new home, because God is part of our culture. If Stars and Stripes offend you, or you don't like Uncle Sam, then you should seriously consider a move to another part of this planet. We are happy with our culture and have no desire to change, and we really don't care how you did things where you came from. This is OUR COUNTRY, our land, and our lifestyle. Our First Amendment gives every citizen the right to express his opinion and we will allow you every opportunity to do so. But once you are done complaining, whining, and griping about our flag, our pledge, our national motto, or our way of life, I highly encourage you take advantage of one other great American freedom, THE RIGHT TO LEAVE.

It is Time for America to Speak up If you agree -- pass this along; if you don't agree -- delete it!

AMEN

I figure if we all keep passing this to our friends (and enemies) it will also, sooner or later get back to the complainers, lets all try, please.


Now let it be known I don't agree with ALL of the sentiment of the piece from the Tampa Newspaper but I do agree with some of it. Below I am going to post the e-mails we sent back and forth...

This was my e-mail to Mr. C when he sent the above 'history':

I know I may have sounded a bit ‘nationalistic’ but I feel that if you are going to enter a country (supposedly to find that ‘pot of gold’) – then you need to live there respectfully.

I don’t mean to imply that racism is OK – I can understand people wanting to riot – but all that does is make things worse, people get hurt, property gets damaged and the hard feelings never go away – the ‘blacks’ or otherwise disenfranchised get ‘branded’ as difficult or not worthy of good stuff cause they always ruin it – and as in the case of a lot of ghettos, you see these people turning their anger inwards, hurting each other.

I will say these two names again Gandhi, Martin Luther King….those are the role models for what these people need to do...


And his response to me:

Agreed! ...and I know how you really feel about this sort of stuff. I merely wanted to point out that without good context, events become obscured. You and I often speak from the left and since we are under attack by the right, in becomes imperative that I am careful with my words. English is not my major so, I am at a big disadvantage.

The may day riots is another example.


And then me back again:

Yes...I am not a prejudiced person. I have the unique advantage of having immigrants close to me while I was growing up. But they loved America – as did the Irish...they did not bite the hand that fed them...

We need to talk over coffee – I miss having interesting debates…

Ah...this brings back memories...


LOL - not necessarily good ones - in fact I was always a little 'creeped out' by this program...lots and lots of drugs - it just seems to me that that's what those guys must have been doing. And now they can 'turn on' a whole new generation to this stuff...(pun intended)

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NPR : The Childhood of Harvey Pekar, 'The Quitter'

NPR : The Childhood of Harvey Pekar, 'The Quitter'

Such an interesting life story....

NPR : The Links Between the Dalai Lama and Neuroscience

Gay Priests Struggle With Vatican's Rules - Yahoo! News

Sunday, November 13, 2005

Hayden Cornner's art


More extraordinary artwork via Susan @ Easy Bake Coven blog (you can check out a lot of other great works at the above link too)

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Another weekend in Michigan


This weekend - we drove up to Michigan to be with my daughter for her 23rd birthday. The last time I went up there and came home I was 'stricken ill' after being exposed to 2 children who were sick - this weekend I decided I had a plan(knowing well in advance that the kids were sick AGAIN - it's weird it's like they have perpetual colds - I don't remember mine being sick all the time like this)- this time I armed myself with some Zicam and sucked on 'Coldeez' - we shall see...

It was a pleasant weekend for the most part. I vowed to spend most of it taking my daughter shopping and buying things only for her. We succeeded. The other part of course was spent with my gorgeous, adorable, sweet grandchildren (I promise pics soon gang) - they were a blast, sick or not. Of course spending time with little ones in the age of electronics means that a lot of the time is spent watching what will keep them entertained and is "G" rated. Such is the case with the films I am featuring in these last posts. I have never seen 'Finding Nemo', until now - what a great movie - I must watch it again, sans two little ones crowded in front of the T.V. - but it was great (especially the bit about the sharks in the AA meetings for not eating fish).

'A Charlie Brown Christmas' was always a fav of mine too - just not over and over and over again *grins* - however I am pleased that my grandson likes this classic.

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And now for something completely different


As per his usual...from Mr. C - Guanyin is one of my favourite Goddesses

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And yet another via C2

This one was hysterical....

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THE 4-YEAR-OLD'S WORKDAY.
BY ROSS MURRAY




8:55 a.m. Arrive at office. Hang jacket on sunshine-shaped hook with name on it. Put snack in cubbyhole. Sing "Good Morning" song with co-workers.

9:04 a.m. Forward hilarious e-mail to everyone in address book. Subject line: "Poo-poo."

9:10 a.m. Take spreadsheets out of Star Wars backpack. Stretch out on floor and begin making notations with crayon.

9:15 a.m. Drink juice box.

9:25 a.m. Spend hour lining up office supplies on desk in perfect straight line. Toy with idea of sorting them by color but get distracted by imaginary conversation between stapler and three-hole punch. Complicated scenario ensues involving a lion, a puppy, and the mommy Hi-Liter kissing the daddy Hi-Liter.

10:40 a.m. Randy from accounting drops by and "borrows" pen with the springy pink feather on top. Grab pen back. Scream in each other's faces until Randy takes a swing with copy of Needs-Assessment Analysis. Supervisor intervenes and sends Randy to the smoke room for a time-out.

11:05 a.m. Intend to begin debugging online program for cross-referencing customer demographics. Get caught up in Polly Pocket website instead.

12:00 p.m. Lunch. Trade PB & J for tuna with Jerry from human resources. Friendly banter about who could take who in a fight: the Poky Little Puppy or the Cat in the Hat. Notice Donna is wearing Finding Nemo T-shirt for fourth straight day.

1:00 p.m. Write up statistical profile of user satisfaction based on regional trends. Entitle report "I Like Flowers."

1:30 p.m. Naptime.

2:12 p.m. Staff meeting proves unproductive due to constant requests to go pee.

2:40 p.m. Telephone headquarters to discuss department budget for upcoming fiscal year. While talking, draw picture of house. Feel special pride in the way the smoke spirals out of chimney. Tape picture to wall next to trophy for company T-ball championship.

3:00 p.m. Attend mandatory Employees' Committee workshop entitled "Ear Infections Are EVERYBODY'S Business." Session comes to abrupt halt when VP of finance jams eraser up nose.

3:30 p.m. E-mail from director of marketing: "I'm not accusing anyone but my blanky was in the copy room and now it's not. I hope whoever 'accidentally' took it will please return it, no questions asked. Otherwise I'm telling."

4:05 p.m. Ask Marco in adjoining cubicle to stop making "vroom-vroom" noises when he moves the mouse.

4:45 p.m. Try to duck out early, thus avoiding mandatory singing of "Cleanup" song with co-workers. Busted by supervisor, who announces that no one is leaving until everyone is sitting quietly.

4:55 p.m. Retrieve jacket from hook. Supervisor helps with zipper. Wave bye-bye to Cheryl at the front desk. Step into elevator. Press all the buttons.

Another via C2

(I keep telling her we need to blog together)

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Caring for Your Introvert
The habits and needs of a little-understood group


by Jonathan Rauch

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Do you know someone who needs hours alone every day? Who loves quiet conversations about feelings or ideas, and can give a dynamite presentation to a big audience, but seems awkward in groups and maladroit at small talk? Who has to be dragged to parties and then needs the rest of the day to recuperate? Who growls or scowls or grunts or winces when accosted with pleasantries by people who are just trying to be nice?

If so, do you tell this person he is "too serious," or ask if he is okay? Regard him as aloof, arrogant, rude? Redouble your efforts to draw him out?

If you answered yes to these questions, chances are that you have an introvert on your hands—and that you aren't caring for him properly. Science has learned a good deal in recent years about the habits and requirements of introverts. It has even learned, by means of brain scans, that introverts process information differently from other people (I am not making this up). If you are behind the curve on this important matter, be reassured that you are not alone. Introverts may be common, but they are also among the most misunderstood and aggrieved groups in America, possibly the world.

I know. My name is Jonathan, and I am an introvert.

Oh, for years I denied it. After all, I have good social skills. I am not morose or misanthropic. Usually. I am far from shy. I love long conversations that explore intimate thoughts or passionate interests. But at last I have self-identified and come out to my friends and colleagues. In doing so, I have found myself liberated from any number of damaging misconceptions and stereotypes. Now I am here to tell you what you need to know in order to respond sensitively and supportively to your own introverted family members, friends, and colleagues. Remember, someone you know, respect, and interact with every day is an introvert, and you are probably driving this person nuts. It pays to learn the warning signs.

What is introversion? In its modern sense, the concept goes back to the 1920s and the psychologist Carl Jung. Today it is a mainstay of personality tests, including the widely used Myers-Briggs Type Indicator. Introverts are not necessarily shy. Shy people are anxious or frightened or self-excoriating in social settings; introverts generally are not. Introverts are also not misanthropic, though some of us do go along with Sartre as far as to say "Hell is other people at breakfast." Rather, introverts are people who find other people tiring.

Extroverts are energized by people, and wilt or fade when alone. They often seem bored by themselves, in both senses of the _expression. Leave an extrovert alone for two minutes and he will reach for his cell phone. In contrast, after an hour or two of being socially "on," we introverts need to turn off and recharge. My own formula is roughly two hours alone for every hour of socializing. This isn't antisocial. It isn't a sign of depression. It does not call for medication. For introverts, to be alone with our thoughts is as restorative as sleeping, as nourishing as eating. Our motto: "I'm okay, you're okay—in small doses."

How many people are introverts? I performed exhaustive research on this question, in the form of a quick Google search. The answer: About 25 percent. Or: Just under half. Or—my favorite—"a minority in the regular population but a majority in the gifted population."

Are introverts misunderstood? Wildly. That, it appears, is our lot in life. "It is very difficult for an extrovert to understand an introvert," write the education experts Jill D. Burruss and Lisa Kaenzig. (They are also the source of the quotation in the previous paragraph.) Extroverts are easy for introverts to understand, because extroverts spend so much of their time working out who they are in voluble, and frequently inescapable, interaction with other people. They are as inscrutable as puppy dogs. But the street does not run both ways. Extroverts have little or no grasp of introversion. They assume that company, especially their own, is always welcome. They cannot imagine why someone would need to be alone; indeed, they often take umbrage at the suggestion. As often as I have tried to explain the matter to extroverts, I have never sensed that any of them really understood. They listen for a moment and then go back to barking and yipping.

Are introverts oppressed? I would have to say so. For one thing, extroverts are overrepresented in politics, a profession in which only the garrulous are really comfortable. Look at George W. Bush. Look at Bill Clinton. They seem to come fully to life only around other people. To think of the few introverts who did rise to the top in politics—Calvin Coolidge, Richard Nixon—is merely to drive home the point. With the possible exception of Ronald Reagan, whose fabled aloofness and privateness were probably signs of a deep introverted streak (many actors, I've read, are introverts, and many introverts, when socializing, feel like actors), introverts are not considered "naturals" in politics.

Extroverts therefore dominate public life. This is a pity. If we introverts ran the world, it would no doubt be a calmer, saner, more peaceful sort of place. As Coolidge is supposed to have said, "Don't you know that four fifths of all our troubles in this life would disappear if we would just sit down and keep still?" (He is also supposed to have said, "If you don't say anything, you won't be called on to repeat it." The only thing a true introvert dislikes more than talking about himself is repeating himself.)

With their endless appetite for talk and attention, extroverts also dominate social life, so they tend to set expectations. In our extrovertist society, being outgoing is considered normal and therefore desirable, a mark of happiness, confidence, leadership. Extroverts are seen as bighearted, vibrant, warm, empathic. "People person" is a compliment. Introverts are described with words like "guarded," "loner," "reserved," "taciturn," "self-contained," "private"—narrow, ungenerous words, words that suggest emotional parsimony and smallness of personality. Female introverts, I suspect, must suffer especially. In certain circles, particularly in the Midwest, a man can still sometimes get away with being what they used to call a strong and silent type; introverted women, lacking that alternative, are even more likely than men to be perceived as timid, withdrawn, haughty.

Are introverts arrogant? Hardly. I suppose this common misconception has to do with our being more intelligent, more reflective, more independent, more level-headed, more refined, and more sensitive than extroverts. Also, it is probably due to our lack of small talk, a lack that extroverts often mistake for disdain. We tend to think before talking, whereas extroverts tend to think by talking, which is why their meetings never last less than six hours. "Introverts," writes a perceptive fellow named Thomas P. Crouser, in an online review of a recent book called Why Should Extroverts Make All the Money? (I'm not making that up, either), "are driven to distraction by the semi-internal dialogue extroverts tend to conduct. Introverts don't outwardly complain, instead roll their eyes and silently curse the darkness." Just so.

The worst of it is that extroverts have no idea of the torment they put us through. Sometimes, as we gasp for air amid the fog of their 98-percent-content-free talk, we wonder if extroverts even bother to listen to themselves. Still, we endure stoically, because the etiquette books—written, no doubt, by extroverts—regard declining to banter as rude and gaps in conversation as awkward. We can only dream that someday, when our condition is more widely understood, when perhaps an Introverts' Rights movement has blossomed and borne fruit, it will not be impolite to say "I'm an introvert. You are a wonderful person and I like you. But now please shush."

How can I let the introvert in my life know that I support him and respect his choice? First, recognize that it's not a choice. It's not a lifestyle. It's an orientation.

Second, when you see an introvert lost in thought, don't say "What's the matter?" or "Are you all right?"

Third, don't say anything else, either.

Morality

I am posting this from C2 - she and I got into a debate about Morality vs. Intelligence - the article is very well written.

My stance is that morality is a social construct - like humans it tends towards being fickle and subject to change it is in essence our opinion(s)- socially acceptable by said tribe at said time of passing it down. To me intelligence is what causes us to have morality in the first place - however, I believe by making destrcuctive (concious) choices (i.e. the choice to decide to willingly blow each other up, have wars, treat women like chattle, be prejudiced, or eat meat (sorry all you carnivores) - or in general harm other living things)- we are far less intelligent than we could be as humans.

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The Mystery of Morality: Can Biology Help?
Anne Sullivan
What is morality? This ambiguous yet powerful concept has puzzled mankind for centuries, never lending itself to a concise and solitary definition. The concept of morality assumes different meaning and value for various individuals—at times becoming synonymous with religion, sympathy, virtue, or other equally ambiguous terms. In recent years, scientists have acquired a unique voice in the ongoing debate of human morality. Biologist often turn to the past, reaching for the origins of morality, to elucidate its mystery. Their arguments incite heated debate, particularly with religious thinkers who link morality with God and salvation. Indeed, a scientific explanation for morality not only threatens the authority of religion; it also forces humans to reevaluate their self-image as a species. Yet it must be asked how, and to what extent, biology helps us understand what morality is and how it has evolved? Can one fully explain man's inclination to moral sentiment with science? The sheer duration and intensity of the debate regarding morality proves that there are no clear answers. The following exploration will show how a biological vantage point may be useful to understanding morality. Such a lens, however, is limited and unable to fully expose this mystery.

Central to the morality debate is the disagreement regarding ethical behavior as man's invention or as an intrinsic human quality. The latter belief is consistent with the idea of a law-giving God and the notion of natural rights (1). A biological exploration may not allay this dispute, but it can—by accounting for its origins—encourage a greater understanding of what morality is. From a biological perspective, moral aptitude is like any other mental trait: the product of competitive natural selection (1). Is this to say that moral beings were more likely to survive and therefore "chosen" by nature to thrive? Such a statement is difficult to prove. Rather, it is more likely that moral behavior is merely a part of a larger system 'tested' by time and nature's selection process. Morality, therefore, may not be an adaptive feature itself, but one associated with another trait(s) preferred by natural selection (3). Such a quality is said to be a pleitropic trait (3). The necessary trait for the development of morality is a higher intelligence (3). Moral aptitude is a product of intelligence just like any other intellectual ability—literature, art, and technology, for example—facilities which may not be adaptive themselves (3).

Indeed, an increased human intelligence provides the necessary conditions for moral conduct. An essential and primary ingredient for moral judgment, for instance, is the ability to predict the consequences of one's actions (3). When isolated, certain actions cannot be deemed as moral or immoral behavior. The act of pulling a trigger (not an inherently unethical action) is the classic example (3). Only when one is able to anticipate the outcomes of his/her actions, can such behavior be declared as moral or not (3). This ability is perhaps born alongside the evolution of the erect position in human beings. As man's posture evolved, his limbs changed from simply appendages used for movement to organs of operation (3). Man, for example, can now create tools to aid his existence. The ability to perceive tools as a future aid, however, must precede the act of tool-making. Along with the physical ability to create tools sprouts the intellectual power to anticipate the future—to relate means to an end (1). An increased intelligence, therefore, indirectly augmented man's capacity for moral judgment.

If morality is to be understood as a product of higher intelligence, the question now turns to the motives which inspire ethical behavior. For if moral judgment is an intellectual process rather than an innate tendency, our motives for behaving ethically cannot be purely altruistic. Intelligence, for example provides the ability to maneuver the conflict between cooperation and deflection (1). The most classic example of this situation is the noted Prisoner's Dilemma, which seems to prove that even criminals act under honor and moral principle (4). When two criminals are arrested together, neither will "rat" on the other; they will, instead, accept punishment together (4). This seemingly altruistic behavior is actually the consequence of an intellectual process weighing the benefits and drawbacks of both possibilities—cooperation and deflection. The prisoners decide that because both members are capable of "ratting" on the other with hopes of securing immunity, it is safer and mutually beneficial to preserve their alliance (4).

Such a scenario can be imagined in other situations—for intellectual activity is always at work. From this perspective, morality is a mental process that measures the potential benefits of one's actions. Individual profit, then, is the primary consideration, although it may often be disguised as an ethical code . (1) This tendency is present even in animals. Vampire bats, for example, drink blood at night for sustenance and often feed those bats that could not acquire food for themselves (4). The obvious payoff is that the "altruistic" bat may in turn be assisted in the future. Cooperation, therefore, is mutually beneficial and ensures the survival of the species (4). Personal interest as the driving force for ethical behavior may be found even in religious morality (5). For why might a personal live under the moral guidelines of a particular religion? For many, it may be to secure a personal reward in the afterlife (5).

When an intellectual or mental process is intertwined with moral judgment, motives for ethical behavior can clearly be viewed as calculated and selfish. Morality, however, cannot be reduced to the simple measuring of gains and losses. It is undeniable that ethical behavior is often enacted even when a foreseeable advantage to such conduct is absent. The compassionate treatment of others, particularly when there is no perceivable reward, is indeed a puzzling issue—one which religious thinkers often attribute to the existence of a loving God (4). Yet putting oneself at risk for the sake of another is not unique to human beings; animals also exhibit such behavior (3). When a flock of zebras is attacked, for example, they will each scramble to protect the young within the group, endangering their own lives (3). Humans also react with such instincts, proving that an intellectual process is not always involved in moral judgment. The scientific argument, therefore, that morality is the indirect result of a higher intelligence, may not provide a complete explanation. Only some instances of moral behavior can be attributed to this theory.

A biological explanation of morality is insufficient in other areas as well. As previously noted, by evolution provides a heightened intelligence which sets the foundation for morality (4). An important distinction, however, must be identified—that between a human's capacity for moral judgment and the ethical norms accepted by society (3). While the former is indeed influenced by biology, the latter is most likely a product of social and cultural elements (3). Although it appears that natural selection may favor certain moral codes (the ban on incest and the restriction of divorce, for instance, are moral codes that contribute to successful reproduction) it does not, in fact, favor all ethical norms (3). The models discussed earlier, which involve risking one's own life for the sake of another, are clearly not in keeping with natural selection. Moreover, biology cannot justify such codes because our moral standards are both constantly changing and widely varied amongst different cultures (3). Finally, the same heightened intelligence which makes ethical behavior possible would also grant humans the power to accept or reject moral norms (4). Biology clearly accounts only for the development of man's capacity for moral behavior, not the moral codes he has come to accept. Francisco J. Ayala of the University of California likens the distinction to a human's biological capacity for language versus his use of a particular language (3). While biology provides humans with the capability to use language, natural selection does not prefer any specific language over another (3).

What, then, can be concluded about morality? Each voice in this debate (What is morality? Is it an innate quality or social construction? From where does it originate?) provides unique and interesting insight. Yet each argument is limited, providing only a fragment of understanding to the larger puzzle. The biological perspective is one such voice—it demystifies some of the enigma yet will never suffice as a solitary explanation. Biology shows one's capacity for ethical behavior is a product of evolution, but its explanation cannot extend much further. To truly gain a heightened understanding of this ambiguous and highly charged concept, it is most useful to consider not only biological factors, but social, cultural, and psychological influences as well. An interdisciplinary exploration—a union, rather than a separation, of various fields—is indispensable.




References
1)The Biological Basis of Morality,

2)Biology Intersects Religion and Morality,

3)The Difference of Being Human,

4)Morality Without God,

5)The Basis of Morality: Scientific Vs. Religious Explanations,



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Thursday, November 10, 2005

NPR : 'Light on Life': B.K.S. Iyengar's Yoga Insights

NPR : 'Light on Life': B.K.S. Iyengar's Yoga Insights

*GASP* (of excitment ) - how cool is this??????? An NPR piece on one of my teacher's gurus.

This is wonderful...can't wait to read his book.



NPR : Maureen Dowd: 'Are Men Necessary?'

NPR : Maureen Dowd: 'Are Men Necessary?'

Again from the 'Fresh Air'-ing of 11/08/05 great stuff.

Are men necessary??? Hmmmmm - probably not the best time to ask me....

^_^

NPR : Sarah Silverman: 'Jesus Is Magic'

NPR : Sarah Silverman: 'Jesus Is Magic'

Last night 'Fresh Air' on NPR was great! Check it out.....

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Pennsylvania voters oust school board - Nov 9, 2005

CNN.com - Pennsylvania voters oust school board - Nov 9, 2005

*does the little happy dance*

Go science, go science...

NPR : We Are Each Other's Business

NPR : We Are Each Other's Business

This article really hit home with me about trying to find a common ground when so much seems to be dividing us as humans...

CNN.com - Man glued to toilet may have history - Nov 8, 2005

CNN.com - Man glued to toilet may have history - Nov 8, 2005

HMMMMM.....

I smell another 'Wendy's finger-in-the-chilli' scam....

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

iowahawk: French Film Star Le Pew Injured in Paris Cat Riots

Monday, November 07, 2005

Hey Boo Boo, how about a picky-nic?

A quote from Yogi bear, which is fitting for this rant...

*laughing* I remember when I first began studying in earnest to become a Yoga instructor and the doctor I worked for at the time (who was to become one of my better friends and mentors) – used to call me ‘Yogi’ and then would make wise-cracks about Boo-Boo...

Today I fielded yet another phone call sent to my by my ‘partner’ for Yoga. Now mind you he is a massage therapist. He has never taken a Yoga class – let alone mine. When I refer people to him for massage, I never suggest that person get a certain type of massage – in fact I don’t do anything or give them any info other than his name, his phone number and my recommendation that he is a ‘great masseuse’. Not him though, I have gotten calls from his ‘clients’ through him, sending people to my class who really should be taking Yoga with a Yoga therapist NOT a run of the mill Yoga teacher. Now grant it, I do know a lot about Yoga AND it’s therapeutic applications and I have even taught students with problems but it’s been rare and only certain problems – I refer the others elsewhere when there are real issues – I am simply not equipped to teach certain students (like people who have had polio, people with sciatica (especially when these students don’t think it’s important to let me know about their injuries/conditions – which is why insurance is important).

So today I get this frantic call from this young woman –

‘Hi’ she says all perky and breathy, ‘My name is D - and I just talked to Mr. F- and he said he has a Yoga class going on tonight!’

I pause, then I say ‘He has a Yoga class?’

‘Yes, at his place – and I want to take Hatha Yoga and I want to know if you teach Hatha Yoga because I am interested in Hatha Yoga and I want to teach Hatha Yoga and is this a Hatha Yoga class ‘ (I swear to Vishnu this is what she said – and unfortunately Vishnu is not the God of patience because when I get people like this I usually want to avoid them – or in her case hang up the phone)...instead I say:

‘Well yes I teach Hatha Yoga – a lot of the physical practice of Yoga is considered Hatha Yoga – although there are several different styles – I teach a beginner’s Hatha Yoga class that is based on the Iyengar method as well as borrowing from teachers at the Himalayan institute – it’s a class that is very gentle but can also be challenging to students who have taken Yoga before – I would call it classic Yoga’

Her (even more excited now): ‘Well that’s great because I want to make sure this is the class I should be in – I went to one class and the mind set was just terrible because I don’t think they were stressing breathing correctly.’

Me (thinking about how I am going to kill Mr. F - or at least break his hands): ‘So how long have you been practicing Yoga?’

Her: ‘Oh I only went to that one class but they were doing it all wrong’

Me (seething inside): ‘Well D -, sometimes in a beginner’s Yoga class the teacher does not want to make the students feel a lot of pressure so they might wait before really stressing the breath work. In my class I stress how important breathing is but I don’t usually get really in depth until I’ve gotten to know my students a bit better – in fact I’ve actually had students complain to me about talking about breathing too much because it became distracting to them – may I ask how you know about Yoga’

Her: ‘My fiancé is from India and he’s been teaching me. But I want to be a teacher and I know I have to go to a lot of classes first’

Me: ‘Well you are most welcome to come to class’

Her: ‘OK but I work till 6:30 PM and I know your class begins at 7:00 PM so I will just come and watch you – is that OK?’

Me: ‘It is OK if you do not disturb the class in progress’

She then went on about how she wanted to go to school for Yoga but how difficult it was because the only person she knew was all the way down in Marietta. I went on to give her info about a couple of good Yoga schools (including where I got my certification), and talked in general about becoming a teacher. She seemed to breathe herself then and calmed down a bit.

Hopefully, if she does show up for class she won’t be bouncing off the walls and/or expecting to be able to grill me while I am trying to teach (or even afterwards for that matter – especially if she is merely ‘auditing’ my class). I don’t have problems with anyone trying to figure out if a Yoga class is the right class for them. Yoga is a subjective experience. So yes you should by all means go and take a class (a lot of studios offer your initial class for free) – to make sure it’s right for you – but I’d never presume to tell any Yoga teacher how to do their job – or assume they were teaching incorrectly because, as I’ve explained to my own students, you can have 10 different Yoga teachers and they will teach you 10 different ways - I’ve learned some great things about teaching my own students this way. I could always learn some lessons in patience though, hopefully the Godz will help me with that...

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Antiwar activists, where are you? - The Boston Globe

NPR : First Fatality Reported in French Riots

NPR : First Fatality Reported in French Riots

It is very hard to sit back and not comment on this....

Part of me wants to say 'Vive La Revolution' - 'Let Them Eat Cake' - 'Down with the Bourgeoisie' etc....

But part of me understands the need for law and order too.

Sometimes I think the only way change is ever going to come in ANY major industrialised country is through blood shed and rioting because the powers that be just won't sit up and take notice to anything else. But then the Yoga teacher/pacifist in me knows that we should be trying to affect change in a non-violent way...

So the revolution will be televised - don't blink...

Sunday, November 06, 2005

It's a blustery day in the neighborhood

Not even 1/2 hours ago it was raining so hard and so windy out here by my abode that I could not see out my windows. I thought we were going to have a hurricane on the North Coast. But now it's beginning to look sunny - how odd...

And I've noticed my house is lately being invaded by ladybugs...hmmm wondering what that is portent of: End times? Winter coming? Freak weather?

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It's been a long week - glad to be back home....

I had actually gotten used to the routine over at my brother's house with the dogs, so much so, that I had a hard time sleeping here last nite. Weird, since I had a hard time sleeping there too - hoping this isn't going to become a pattern now of me not being able to sleep.

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The lake is dark green - almost an emerald/blue in intensity with frothy white caps, still being whipped up by the wind...too deep in colour for the sun to penetrate...the trees are brilliant with fall foliage and it would be a great day for a walk if it weren't quite so windy.

I am feeling out of sorts, blah-blah, getting ready to gear up for what is turning out to be quite a busy Yoga teaching schedule. The week of the 15th I will be teaching 4 nights a week but then will go down to 3 nights a week the following week. I can't seem to shake this feeling of ennui...

Perhaps I should go work out (I really need to start doing this again more frequently).

I have a feeling of wanting to wander. Get in the car, drive and drive and drive - who knows where....I don't know why I get this urge - this sense of wanderlust from time to time - perhaps we all do - it's not going to solve anything - I don't want to run away - I just need some time alone and maybe getting on the road represents freedom...yet I've signed up for another teaching season and I have to carry through with it. I will take a break for the holidays and try a re-group/recharge.

The words 'Maybe next year...' keep going through my head but I don't know what they mean.

I have to write a serious piece one of these days (not serious as in sombre but get to work on the story about life in the carnival - that kind of serious - it's been shaping up in my head - we will see).

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I've completely given up on dating period. I am sick and tired of getting *winks* from idiots when come to find out the site (True Beginnings) - is doing the 'winking' for you and them - I would never 'talk' to anyone who could not be bothered to put anything (description OR picture) on their profile....so stick a fork in me, I am done...it's too much like work, and I believe that love/romance should be something you 'fall into' not something one has to claw out of the side of a granite mountain...

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So I am off to do something, go get some brunch, put out flyers on Yoga classes, try and study and put together some new variations for my student, research Yoga for scoliosis and do some much needed laundry...

Have a good rest of the weekend mes amis.

*hugs*

NPR : Geography of Heaven: Vrindavan

NPR : Geography of Heaven: Vrindavan

What a title!!! "Geography of Heaven'' I am obviously partial to all things Indian/Hindu/Buddhist.

I was once reading one of my Yoga International magazines and Pandit Rajmani Tigunait, Ph. D., leader of the Himalayan Insttute had done a series of articles on the temples in India - oh Goddess how I want to go there some day and take that trek...perhaps one day I will be lucky enough and my body/mind/spirit will be worthy of such a journey.

Gil Bruvel: A visionary artist

Welcome to The Bruvel Online Store

I usually check out Susan's blog (Easy Bake Coven) , whenever I have the time - and I am usually well rewarded by that action. I agree with her take on things (life, philosophy, politics) and as usual, it is through her that I manage to find unusual/visually stunning/thought provoking art and this came via her site.

Quite fitting, since I consider her a bit of a 'visionary' as well.

Go check out Gil's artwork.

(Note: you will need to use 'Flash' media to view)

Friday, November 04, 2005

Meetup {boo! hiss!}

OK so I have to make a comment about this...

MEETUP is bad. Bad I tell you! I want to know why the hell should any of us be charged $12./month for something we could probably accomplish ourselves out there on the Internet???????

I mean I have been wanting to get together with other Yoga teachers/students/enthusiasts. In order for me to do this on Meetup they want to charge me money. I think that’s crap. I noticed there was even a Yoga meetup group in Wiles Barre, PA – OK so you’d have to understand Wilkes Barre to get what I mean by that….

This is nuts – I am going now have to figure out some way of creating something so that other people interested in Yoga can get together in the greater Cleveburg area WITHOUT having to use Meetup – I mean c’mon – we’re grownups, somewhat intelligent etc. We can figure out a way around this. RIGHT?????

Thursday, November 03, 2005

NPR : Britain Quizzing Prospective Citizens

NPR : Britain Quizzing Prospective Citizens

This was a really funny piece - take a listen if you can.

It's a brilliant idea to to think about postulating a 'quiz' we could give perspective 'Americans' to see if they should really be allowed to be citizens. The program was asking listeners to e-mail or call in with the questions they'd like to see on such a quiz. I think it would be fun to make up a quiz. Those of you who feel inclided to do so (after listening to this link if possible) - leave your ideas for quiz questions on the comments.

Remember we don't want anything dull on our quiz like constitutional law (which your average American citizen can't answer anyhow) - we want the stuff that's truly 'Americana' - like one listener e-mailed in "Who were Lucy and Desi's neighbors?"

Things like name 3 John Belushi movies, and name 3 John Wayne movies were suggested by the other guest on the show (a self-described Anglophile)...etc.

Here's one: Who was Foghorn Leghorn's nemesis?

You get the idea....

Question away kids....

Glued to toilet, man sues Home Depot - Nov 3, 2005

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Student ghosts unmasked in Newton - The Boston Globe

Student ghosts unmasked in Newton - The Boston Globe

More commentary on this a little later.....

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And away we go:

This article was sent to me by C2. I am now going to make my own judgment call on this.

Today when I came into work I was talking to one of the girls and asked her about her trick-or-treaters in her neighborhood. She told me that she had hardly any kids. She felt it was due to the fact that parents have had the living daylights scared out of them by newscasts that warn of sexual predators in local neighborhoods.
Between this and people being offended by 'Pagan' celebrations I am really ticked off - but not surprised. Halloween as we know it is being ruined for kids today by fear and by extremists. I just don't friggin' get it....

OK first off when we were little we did not go out without an adult. In fact I don't remember being allowed to go out on my own until I was 12 or 13 yrs old. Even then I don't remember EVER going into someone's house unless I knew them personally - last time I checked, candy was given out on people's porches. Has that changed?

Further, yes there were rumours about poison in pixie sticks and razor blades put in apples by 'creepy men living in their mothers' basements' uhm OK so *MY* folks checked every bit of our candy and we were not allowed to eat it until it was checked - not that they would have been able to sense poison that had been injected into our candy via needles...and, even then we were not allowed to have our own candy it was doled out to us....and for the record, I never ever heard of a single friend of mine being poisoned or cut on a razor blade - have any of you out there???????

Since I went to a Catholic school we did not have trick-or-treat in school but then we did not have a lot of 'fun' in that good ole' bastion of Catholicism anyhow...we did celebrate the feast of St. Valentine, St. Patrick, Easter, and Christmas (duh).

My children however DID have a Halloween celebration in their elementary schools and if I had not wanted them to participate I'd have kept them home. I think it is absolute bullshit that a very few parents should be allowed to ruin a celebration for the MAJORITY of the other kids. (Oh and by the way, Halloween IS a bit of a precursor to All Soul's Day and WAS celebrated in Catholic circles back in the day). Here's a clue - keep your friggin' kids at home and let them be miserable not being normal at YOUR house. You don't have a right to force your religious beliefs (which last time I checked didn't belong in public schools anyhow) on ANY OF US!!!!!

My own daughter is one of these 'Christian' fundamentalist types whose children are not allowed to celebrate Halloween. Nor can they be told about Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. Now grant it my grandchildren are very young and don't even understand any of these concepts yet. But I have to tell you I am extremely saddened by my daughter's insistence that these 'rituals' are not in keeping with her Christian belief system - I mean that's' all well and fine and good for her (it sucks for my grandchildren) - but I also know that one day she is going to be faced with either one of two scenarios - her kids are going to be picked on horribly for not being 'like the others' or her kids are going to rebel like the devil themselves against every single value their parents are trying to force upon them. I for one hope it's the rebellion and not the torture from the other rug-rats.

People need to wake up and stop being so ridiculous/ludicrous. I think we need to concentrate on *real* problems instead of this petty bullshit.

Now go eat your kids' Halloween candy.
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