Thoughtful Conservatism: The Role of Government

As I continue with this theme, I’m doing my best to avoid pointing fingers.  Sure, I could write endless posts about the silliness of political pundits, but I’ve hit a point in my life where I’m uninterested in wading into their waters just to remind myself of my own aversion.  I’ll let other more capable people skewer the ridiculousness on television.  I’d rather stake out my own place amongst the forest of complicated issues facing politicians.  

How the government simply approaches any single issue, let alone how they hope to solve it, seems to start a lot of arguments.  Does the government use its authority to create standards and guidelines that keep people safe from persecution and discrimination?  That sounds pretty good to me.  Or do they make sure a structure is in place to promote personal responsibility and regional preferences toward any particular issue?  Well, that sounds pretty good, too.  Or do they smother the problem with Federal regulations and money?  Well, that doesn’t sound as nice as the others.  

I think my position here comes from both of my parents working for the Federal government, not to mention the endless reports of government ineptitude and waste. Yes, the government is capable of good things done by good people, but those good people probably aren’t doing those good things very well due to endless bureaucracy and wastefulness.  True, throwing money at a problem usually solves it, but it shouldn’t be our best option.  Especially when it’s borrowed money being thrown.  

So that should lead me towards the Republicans, right?  A belief that a strong response from the federal government is wasteful, inefficient and never the best option should make me Republican, right?  

Nope.

The Republicans believe, incorrectly, that the Federal government does nothing well and should therefore have no role in any problem new or old.  Balderdash!  Highways, roads, police, firemen, paramedics, public schools, public universities, the military, FEMA and endless other things are supported by the federal government and seem to run just fine to me.  Just because they occasionally stumble doesn’t mean we should scrap the whole thing.

The Republican response to this idea seems to be, over and over, to refuse to do anything helpful or meaningful within the government to show everyone else how dysfunctional it can be.  “Oh, you don’t think the federal government is a mess,” most Republicans seem to ask.  “Well watch me fuck it up and then tell me it’s not a mess.”  Excuse me, but I don’t question my house cleaning techniques if a toddler shits on my floor and then complains about standing in filth.  

I need a political party that acknowledges an oversized Federal government is too cumbersome to achieve sustainability without massive taxes and/or debt.  I also need a political party to understand and acknowledge the government can do a lot of things really well besides deregulate everything.  

This seems perfectly applicable to Obamacare.  The Democrat response to our broken healthcare system involved overreaching with a program that no one really understands but we’re told we’ll probably appreciate in the end.  Let me make something perfectly clear:  At no time do I ever want a politician to pat me on the head, tell me not to worry and offer me a cookie.  

The Republican response?  To not even come to the table for discussions and completely stick their heads in the sand until only their asses could be seen.  Their refusal to acknowledge the problem puts them so far outside of reality that I have trouble taking them seriously.  

The Republican response should have been to acknowledge the injustices being done within a broken system that affects millions of people, sit at the discussion table and argue how to move forward.  Not to claim “the market” will magically fix everything in the long run.  1.  In the long run we’re all dead.  2.  Is there any way an average person could create their own small business version of health insurance to compete with giant corporations?  How could a competing startup ever hope to affect a billion dollar industry?

What if both parties agreed on a few basic points where laws needed adjustment.  Then the Republicans push other oversights and systems be left to individual states to decide.  Want to live in a state where the state government covers all healthcare needs and therefore has higher taxes?  How about a state that only covers basic healthcare needs as defined by the Federal government and has moderate taxes?  How about a state that deregulates healthcare completely and has really low taxes?  This kind of response would have acknowledged the problem, acknowledged that we are a nation made up of very different people  and acknowledged that giant federal responses are rarely the best idea.

Of course, the Republicans couldn’t have had this kind of response because they were too busy wondering why their asses were so cold but too scared to pull their heads out of the sand to check.

Show me a party that acknowledges a problem, creates a solution that doesn’t involve smothering it with federally borrowed money or a solution that doesn’t just make money for soulless corporations and I’ll get right in line.  Until then, I’m living in a political blindspot and wondering when the floor is going to drop out from underneath me.

*Side note:  Not all of my future posts will be about Thoughtful Conservatism, but it’s a topic I’ll return to often.  

Thoughtful Conservative Manifesto: Introduction

Don’t think my lack of writing implies a lack of worthwhile ideas or an abandonment for my tens of readers.  I’ve been avoiding an idea since election day, and that avoidance, not unexpectedly, repelled all other blogging intentions.  In fact, my commitment to my avoidance became so serious I thought of posting this just to post something.

Perhaps I needed to hit rock bottom, or at least think about hitting rock bottom, to understand that an idea that won’t let go isn’t something to fear.  It’s just a thing that needs to be done.

So lets just say what I’ve been thinking about for most of November:  I wasn’t excited to vote for President Obama in 2012, I was resigned to it.

See, I remember being excited to vote in 2008.  When Obama appeared offering intellectualism, change and hope for a better way of doing things I jumped right in line.  The previous eight years felt dysfunctional and the idea of ‘change’ rang true with me and a lot of other people.

So if I’m anything but excited to vote for Obama in 2012, does that mean I voted for Romney?  Hell, no.  The Republicans offered nothing new and seemed to think their sneering disdain for any idea not conceived in the 1980s would win me over.  You know what else wasn’t around in 1982?  High speed internet, global warming and me.  Their refusal to acknowledge the impact these things may have on potential solutions felt inauthentic and manipulative.  Stop telling me about Big Bird and tax cuts.  You should have been telling me about overhauling Social Security and giving specifics on how to fix the deficit that make sense.  

Still, though, I remain someone who values personal responsibility, a strong national defense and a belief that most large bureaucratic bodies are worthlessly inefficient.   The national debt scares the hell out of me and I think the Democrats unwillingness to challenge teacher’s unions is suffocating our public school system. So where's my political party? I'm not sure.

So this idea that’s been stalking my thoughts isn’t a declaration to a political party or an indepth breakdown of issues or even predictions for the future.  It’s the admission and expansion of a realization I’ve come to recently:  I’m a thoughtful conservative.

More to come...

Don't forget to look up

One of my favorite college courses had nothing to with my major, my minor or my attempted, and eventually jettisoned, music minor. That’s right, a horror movie film class remains my favorite class in college. Not the gross out torture-porn we’ve seen the last few years or endless spin-offs, but horror movies trying to say something within their genre.

Stephen King's horror novels have great messages within their grisly stories. The Shining tells a story about alcoholism destroying a modern family through a haunted hotel driving a man crazy. The Cell tells a story about the lemming culture of technology through cell phone created zombies. Misery tells the story of the contraints of obsessive fan demands through an actual obsessive fan. I love the boundaries genre-fiction provides and the creativity authors have within those boundaries to tell different messages.

My love of genre fiction, while also explaining my love affair with superhero comic books, brought me to The Dog Stars by Peter Heller. End-of-the-world fiction is pretty popular right now, and there’s a lot of themes running around as authors wonder what the heck would happen if 99.9% of the world suddenly died/turned into zombies/got nuked.

Moslty, as one would expect, things get really f-ed up. Suzanne Collins (The Hunger Games) imagines America would get pretty totalitarian and hyper-focused on violence as entertainment. Cormac McCarthy (The Road) sees a father’s bond overpowering the horrors of a lawless America. Robert Kirkman (The Walking Dead) looks at everyday people struggling to make sense of their world and coping with their own horrific actions needed for survival.

Taking a different approach, Heller looks for hope and vitality in his novel about a small aircraft pilot living in Colorado after 99.9% of the world dies of the flu. Sure, there are some tragic scenes (a flashback to the main character’s wife dying in an overcrowded hospital), but Heller doesn’t dwell on the awfulness. In fact, the novel opens after the plague and the ensuing lawless chaos has already died out. Heller’s characters have survived and are left searching for what comes next.

That search for meaning plays itself out many times in other novels and movies, but not so much in end-of-the-world sagas. The way Hig, the main character, realizes there's more to life than day-to-day survival and the emotions he goes through looking for that meaning kept me coming back to the book more than the standard lawless theatrics inhabiting most apocalypse genre fiction.

Don't let my comparisons to other books make you think this one doesn't stand on it's own. When Heller isn’t writing novels, he’s a regular contributor to a lot of outdoor magazines. His loving familiarity of nature offers wonderful backdrops for much of the novel. Fishing, hiking, gardening and sleeping outdoors all make appearances in the novel and always seem to herald some level of healing and normalcy for Heller’s characters.

I bought an Iphone and kind of hate myself for it...

Lets start this thought process out by admitting something:  I’ve used Apple computers exclusively since 2006.  When the Dell laptop my parents bought me for college died, I started looking around at my options.  I loved my new ipod and the software that came with it, and was intrigued by Apple’s “It just works” buzz amongst people.  So I bought my first Mac in January of 2006 and left Microsoft behind without any regrets.  

Now lets admit something else:  I love Google.  Love it.  I was an early adopter of gmail, and quickly jump ship to any new product they put out.  Google Maps?  So long Mapquest.  Google Music?  Love it.  Google+?  I tried it but teaching my Mom to use 1 social media website was tough enough.  

I loved Apple because they did what they did well and didn’t worry about being anyone’s fastest shiniest option.  Could I have bought a more powerful laptop for less money in 2006?  Absolutely.  Would it have lasted as long or worked as well as my little iMac?  Hell, no.  That was what was so great about Macs.  I left the rat race of faster processors, endless software options and virus protection for something that was easy to use, did everything I wanted and didn’t worry about being the fastest kid on the block.  “Do what you do, and do it really well,” seemed to be the motto and I’d be lying if I didn’t internalize it a little bit.  

Google, on the other hand, was about innovation and giving me things that I didn’t know I even wanted.  When Gmail came out with enormous storage capacities, I remember shrugging my shoulders as to why anyone would need extra gigabytes of storage or why I’d need to search for individual words within one email out of thousands.  Two things, now, that feel absolutely necessary.  Not to mention the specificity and simplicity of it’s search engine, which is something we now take for granted.  They redefined online functionality and raised the bar as to what a website could be and do for it’s users.  

Lately, though, everything’s been getting screwed up.

Apple and Google both seem to have disregarded my original love for them (reliability & functionality) for new directions that feel hollow to me.  Apple suddenly wants to be the shiniest fastest kid on the block.  To their credit, they’ve retained the reliability that originally drew me to them, but it suddenly feels less that I’m making an informed decision when I buy their products and more like I’m just doing it b/c that’s what people do.  That lemming mentality bothers me and, quite frankly, pushes me to look at rival products more closely just to make sure I’m not going with the flow of people too easily.  

Maybe this is why I bought the Samsung Fascinate in 2010.

My overall Android experience has been okay, but not great.  I find myself back in the software updating world where each update brings it’s own mixture of solutions and problems.  Also, the overall feel of the Android OS system feels a bit more techy than than my comfort level allows.  

So when my upgrade rolled around this fall, I spent a lot of time looking at the Galaxy S III and the Iphone 5, and barely recognized the qualities that drew me to these companies in the first place.  Sure, the Iphone is sharp, works and is endlessly aesthetically pleasing.  But you know what?  I distrust people the minute people tell me I should trust them.  Same thing with food.  When you have to advertise the health benefits of a food, it’s probably not that healthy at the start.  So the fact that Apple needs to tell us over and over and over again how special the Iphone 5 is going to be and how they really worked hard to make the ultimate phone makes me suddenly wonder why they’re trying so hard.

And Apple Maps?  Do you think I would have spent my hard earned post-undergrad money on an ibook G4 if there was a chance that one of the Apple made programs (iphoto, itunes, garage band, etc) was an abysmal failure?  

And Android?  The endless tweeks that have gadgety people going nuts about doesn’t do much for me.  Neither does having to read endless reviews about the 8 different Android phones, their similarities and what makes each so unique.  Day dreaming about my ideal Android phone (if only I could combine the HTC One X with blah blah blah) is not how I want to spend my time.  Ever.  Where’s the Google that made everything so easy to use?  The Google that told me I wanted unlimited email storage (or close to it) without me asking for it?  Or where I could upload 20,000 songs for free to listen through a browser?  I sure as hell didn’t start using Google as a search engine because of the endlessly techy things I could do to personalize it.  

So I put in an order for Iphone 5 and kind of hate myself for it.  The thing that finally pushed me in that direction is that last year when I finally dropped my iBook G4 one too many times I decided to buy an iMac.  I love it, it’s big, it’s pretty and, most importantly, it just works.  The ability to sync everything up was too appealing, especially now that my wife decided to enter the smartphone world with a $50 Iphone 4 from Best Buy (which, of course, became free several weeks later when the Iphone 5 came out, but that’s life).  Plus, the ever expanding screen size of Android phones makes it more and more likely that it won’t fit in my pocket, which is still a deal breaker for me when it comes to cell phones.  

Apple:  I love your products but hate what you’ve become.  Google:  I feel bad, but the ability to sync up with our home computer won out in the end.  Maybe we can reconnect one day, but for now I’m with Apple, but not exclusively.  We can still see each other on the side.  

Teddy, my Teddy

Usually, when I finish a good biography, I grieve for the person whose life I’ve been following.  I’ve seen the ups and downs of their lives and when they finally pass along, well, some part of me is sad they’ve left me and the rest of the world behind.  

I surprised myself, though, because when I finished Edmund Morris’s third, and final, installment of Teddy Roosevelt’s life I didn’t have an urge to grieve. I had an urge to go back and start rereading all three volumes all over again.

Now, I don’t see that happening anytime soon (2488 total pages) but I came away from the latest volume wanting to know more about Roosevelt.  I’ll say that again in case you missed it:  After reading 2488 pages about Teddy Roosevelt, I just wanted more.  

By today’s standards, it’s difficult to wrap our minds around how popular he was with the American people and all the things he accomplished pre-Presidency, Presidency and post-Presidency.  In fact, it makes sense that this is why Morris broke his volumes up in the ways that he did.  Any man who accomplished a third of what Roosevelt did in his entire life would deserve a biography, and trying to cram everything into one volume would have been an impossible read, both for its omissions and its length.

This third volume follows Roosevelt after he leaves the White House, tours Africa, breaks apart from his own party to create a 3rd party, causes that former party to lose the next presidential election because he dislikes their direction, explores South America, predicts WWI before anyone else and writes/speaks to thousands of people on a regular basis.  No modern President could boast Teddy’s global popularity after leaving the White House or have as much influence on modern politics as he did in his time.

This volume also sees the world moving past Roosevelt as planes become more important in warfare than his beloved calvary and electricity becomes the norm (he eventually succumbs and has his house wired but not heated).  His Victorian ideals toward society and warfare were challenged by the random unheroic nature of modern warfare and the Bolshevik revolution in Russia.  

Even after finishing this volume, it’s hard for me to describe Roosevelt without listing off his accomplishments.  His Victorian sensibilities lacked a lot of emotion and/or personal reflection, so my image of him as a person is always shrouded behind proper behavior and larger-than-life achievements.  

It seems, after 2488 pages, that I still don’t know Roosevelt well enough to grieve for him and need to dive back into Morris’s volumes, which isn’t a critique of Morris’s extensively detailed biography.  It speaks to the quality of writing (I’d enjoy reading these again) and the complexity of the man on which they’re written.

Evolving Bonfires

I’ve written about Todd Snider before, and it’s probably not that different from anything anyone else has ever said about him.  He’s witty.  He’s smart.  He’s an unapologetic tree huggin’, peace lovin’, pot smokin’, barefootin’, folk singin’ liberal, and damnit if I don’t love him for it.

He just makes so much sense and is able to articulate thoughts so clearly, not to mention making them funny and rhyming it all together.  He’s like a musical version of Jon Stewart who smokes a little more pot and doesn’t try quite as hard (probably because of the pot).

I was thinking about writing a review for his new album Agnostic Hymns and Stoner Fables, but I wanted to respect a line from a song in an earlier album that it’s unfair to judge a book (cover or no cover).  So instead, I thought I’d say why I didn’t like the album, even though it’s a good album, and that it says more about me than the quality of Snider’s music.  

I love Snider’s music because of the lyrical and musical clarity I mentioned earlier.  The lyrics, his guitar playing and the production are just really sharp both musically and lyrically.  Even Peace, Love & Anarchy, an album of demos, sounded pretty damned polished to me.  So when Agnostic Hymns and Stoner Fables suddenly veers away from the biting, witty and clean lyrics I was looking forward to hearing and moves towards some biting, witty and messy lyrics, I was left a little confused.

Not messy like clumsy, but messy like he’s singing falsetto and sort of rhyming thoughts into a song form but somtimes not and sort of singing clearly enough for me to understand him but sometimes not.  He’s still got a few witty zingers on the album, but I get the feeling that his heart is in these under-produced messy works where he’s growling out thoughts and wanting us to catch up to him.

And that’s where he loses me.  He’s never been that interested in people catching up to him in the past.  He’s always seemed content to dance bare-foot around a bonfire, watching it burn and singing his songs regardless of who’s there to listen.  It was that nonchalance that pulled me in when I heard “Talking Seattle Grunge Rock Blues” for the first time.   Now he wants me to keep up as he strings a lot of lyrics together in ways that are hard to follow.  

I know how this sounds:  “Wahhhh!  I want what I’ve always had!  Wahhhh!  New things are hard!,” and maybe there is a little bit of that in there with me.  On his website, though, he says his goal was to make a messy album that made kids want to vandalize their school.  My first thought (besides the fact that kids don’t listen to Snider, they listen to this) was that I don’t want people to vandalize their school because I work at their school.  Suddenly I’m not his audience, and that shift really took me by surprise.

I guess I’m trying to say that I don’t begrudge Snider to try new things (and he does them well on the album), I’m just wondering if the bonfire he danced around moved away from me or me from it.  

Summertime in the Kitchen

The end of summer has brought an avalanche of good food to our home, both because of emerging dietary needs and desires to try something a bit different.  Some of the experiments have been a success while others have been, well, less successful.  

Side Note:  Do you refer to your favorite chefs by their first name?  We do.  Mark (Bittman).  Heidi (Swanson).  Alton (Brown).  Julia (Child).  I’m sure there’s a few I’m forgetting, but these are the ones that spring to mind.

Kelly sent me a link a few months ago for homemade Cliff bars, and I decided to give them a try.  Sadly, the end result resembled peanut buttery rice krispies more than an energy bar.  I may have scrimped on the peanut butter (using chunky instead of smooth) and using Agave Nectar instead of Brown Rice Syrup.  Smooth peanut butter would have been a little creamery and I would have used more Brown Rice syrup than agave, which I think would have made the difference.  A little more glue and a little less substitutions and I’d have bars.  Instead I have a crumbly snack.

Not to be discouraged, I next tackled a recipe for grilled portobello mushrooms and pesto mayonnaise.  Becoming curious, I checked with Alton and decided to make my own mayo, which turned out to be easy and very tasty.  

I’d say the grilled mushrooms (which I marinated) with the mayo and some avocado made for the prettiest meal I’ve made in a while.  Although, truth be told, the presentation points should be given to Kelly.

My first attempt at arrangement had me tossing the avocado into a pile.  While I got my camera ready, Kelly was kind enough to rearrange them a bit.

To round out a week of good cooking, I worked on two of Heidi’s cookie recipes (second recipe) and ventured into Saint Paul’s premiere fish market, although I didn’t do anything interesting enough with it to post.  

How long will my desire to cook good food and write regular blog posts hold out?  Not sure, but at least it’s made for an interesting week or two.  

Insert baseball metaphor here

Here’s a confession for you:  Baby Boomers bug me.

Don’t get me wrong, I love a lot of Baby Boomers.  My mother happens to be one as well as many other members of my family.  Some of the best mentors and teachers I’ve had in my life have been Baby Boomers, but man when they all get together do they ever bug me.  

Their need to always stay young or their inferiority complex about their parents’ generation or the crippling effect they’re having on pension plans because they want to be retired for 40 years before dying.  50 is the new 30!  Blow me.  

So imagine my surprise when I loved The Brothers K by David James Duncan, a family drama set in the 1960s.  We follow the Chance family through the eyes of a middle child as he, his brothers and sisters, grow up worshiping their father, baseball and navigating their way through adolescence, adulthood and Vietnam.

I wrote that last word (Vietnam if you’ve already forgotten), with a little trepidation.  Baby Boomers love to write/talk/sing about Vietnam and, not surprisingly, it bugs me.  So much has been written about it and said about it and copied about it, that most aspects of literature/television/art that references it feels cliched.  Surprisingly, though, I don’t hold it against Duncan or his novel when the story stalls while he writes his obligatory Vietnam hate-letter.  A brother gets drafted and sent to Vietnam unjustly and he has a breakdown from it?  Color me bored.

I should hold it against Duncan and his story, I know.  The thing is, by the time it happens I’m in love with all members of the Chance family to such a degree that I don’t care.  
These characters become so real so quickly that I end up just wanting to spend time with them, regardless of the circumstances.  Duncan hero worships the Dad and baseball a bit, but no more than most Baby Boomers hero worship their Dad and baseball.  Besides, Duncan at least acknowledges faults with both, something a lot of Baby Boomers still have trouble doing.  

These beautifully flawed, broken characters manage to grow up while themes of theology, philosophy and morality swirl around them.  Again, this kind of mentality from Baby Boomers (“We questioned everything!  All of us!  All the time!) wears on me, but Duncan handles it beautifully with his messy characters, love of baseball and adoration for father figures.

The fine art of being bored

 I recently spent 3 weeks in Europe, and discovered a lot about myself as I looked history that predates American history (which I love), topless beaches and the art of being bored.

Cadaques, Spain.  We spent 3 days here wandering through the city, eating tapas and enjoying the beaches.

The history was just humbling.  Being in Spain and talking about the Spanish conflict against the Moors that lasted 700 years was crazy to think about.  700 years.  That’s older than America.  Heck, that’s a longer period of time than people have been in America.   European people, at least.  Lets not get too racist this early in the summer.  Anyways, it was refreshing to in a place that takes such a long look at history.  There aren’t as many WWII enthusiasts b/c every country in Europe has seen better wars and had more decisive victories.  

The Alhambra, a Moorish palace built when they invaded Spain in 711 A.D.  The carvings on the pillars are the Qur'an and took 100 years to carve into the stone throughout the palace.   

As titillating (pun intended) as European topless beaches are for Americans, they get a little overwhelming at the same time.  Sure there’s some attractive ladies there, but there’s also Mom’s and their kids, Grandmas with grandkids and plenty of men in speedos.  Plenty.  Again, though, there was something refreshing about being in a place where human bodies, by themselves, aren’t sexual.  Sexuality is a personality trait that people show or they don’t, just like any other emotion or personality trait.  Sexuality isn’t boobs, sexuality is boobs combined with emotions and feelings.  Just boobs?  Not sexual.  

Did you think I was going to post a picture of a topless beach?  It's not that kind of blog.

One of the things, though, that I greatly appreciated about my time was the boredom.  Part of my trip was chaperoning kids on a schools sponsored tour complete with buses, schedules and tour guides.  Turns out the freeway in America is about as interesting as the freeway in Spain, so I had plenty of time to think, read and be really really bored.

You know what I realized, though?  I’m never bored at home.  Never.  As soon as I feel boredom creeping into my mind I reach for my phone, on demand Netflix or the internet.  Boredom, though, pushes me.  It propels me forward to be creative and really think about what I want from my time.

So, in my never ending quest to create a theory of living for myself that solves all of my problems in one giant swoop, I’ve decided that every day needs to be filled with ASO.  Active Spritual Output.

Do I look contemplative?  I'm hoping to go for contemplative.

Every day I need to be active (walking, hiking, jogging, biking, gym), spiritual (praying, reading, journaling, reflecting) and outputing (anything that isn’t passive sponging on my part, such as writing, playing guitar, coaching.  Pretty much anything where I’m putting something out instead of just sitting and taking in).  

Did I eat some good food?  Oh my God, yes.  Did I relax on the beach and have a wonderful time?  Yep.  I’m hoping, though, that my appreciation of my time moves beyond the “wonderful vacation” mode and really nudges me in a different direction.  

A picture of a pretty door?  Deep.

Gone, but not lazy

Even though my blogging has suffered the last month, please don’t think I’ve been remiss in my mission to become a better man through my actions, thoughts and daily interactions.  I’ve had two big DIY projects I’m hoping to present to you, my nearly 10s of readers, as well as some warmer weather thoughts as the school year melts into summer vacation.  I coach lacrosse, which takes up the most time of all my extra curriculares, but I’ll be back on the blogging horse soon enough.  

Right now, I’d like to take some time to go over some media I’ve been digesting the last few weeks.  Mostly music and books (my preferred media intake) of one kind or another:

Tegan & Sara “The Con” - This definitely fell into my Bob Dylan theory of music where I hate it at first listen but my annoyance quickly evolves into deep appreciation.  Strong lyrics and interesting sound structure make up for any feelings of vocal repetition.  

Astronautalis “This is our Science” - An indie rapper who recently relocated to the Twin Cities from Portland.  Great lyrics, a commanding voice and interesting things to say.  What’s not to love?

“Zone One” by Colson Whitehead - Check out my review on Goodreads

“Daredevil” by Brian Michael Bendis - I’ve read a lot of comics.  A. Lot.  And let me say these issues are some of the best I’ve ever seen.  The pacing of smaller stories within larger overarching plots is incredible, the characters jump off the page with caring authenticity and the way they acknowledge 50 years of backstory without getting bogged down in it should be used as the standard for current comic book writing.

“Usagi Yojimbo” by Stan Sakai - I love westerns, and a lot of westerns borrow heavily from the Samurai history and mythologies of ancient Japan.  Sakai has been writing this comic for more than 20 years telling the story of Yojimbo, a masterless samurai who travels across the Japanese countryside.  Some of the stories are single issues that look at Japanese culture, folklore and art, while others are longer narratives.  Slower, novelesque pacing and recurring characters who become more complex and entwined with each issue.

I don't have a passion, I'm passionate

Being a Cleveland fan in Minnesota makes it difficult to talk Tribe with anyone other than my wife.  She’s not an Indians fan, native Minnesotan so she loves her some Twins, but she understands how important it is for me to have someone to grumble to when we blow 9th innings or some *cough Sizemore cough* ends up on the DL, again.  

So she listened politely as we rustled through the Sunday morning paper (we, like everyone under 40, get most of our news from the internet, but I love newspapers too much to give up on them entirely), sipped our coffee and I explained how important last night’s game was to Cleveland baseball.

As entertaining as Eric Wedge’s facial tics were as he sat motionless in the dugout in the early 2000s, having a team that shows actual passion out on the field is wonderful.  I agree with similar tweets that I’m much more comfortable seeing where this kind of emotional energy leads us instead of relying on even keel baseball stats to win games.

When Gomez hit Moustakas and got ejected in the third, it showed a passionate side to the Indians that we haven’t seen in a while. Then, when Choo hit the go ahead double? That's right, a passionate side that actually wins games. Wins. Games. I love that intensity. I want to see it from all athletes, from my 9th grade lacrosse team to professionals making millions of dollars.  I know it’s a business, but lets see some excitement out there.

Wedge was all about stats.  Lets all play the same every day and statistically we’ll beat them in the long haul.  Whenever we saw his teams get too excited, in one direction or another, they fell apart.  Every time.  Plus the riffs within the teams showed that not everyone can put on the emotionless mask as easily as others.  Remember Cliff Lee throwing his glove into the stands?  Or when he shat all over Cleveland fans after being traded to the Phillies?  How about the Brandon Phillips mess?  

Time and again, the Indians didn’t know what to do with passionate guys who didn’t fit the mold Wedge was trying to build.  That mold though?  It lost big games, because people get excited about big games.  Hell, WE WANT THEM TO GET EXCITED ABOUT BIG GAMES.  I want someone who has the same passion I do for Cleveland baseball and then go perform.  Not a robot who reaches a big point and collapses under the stress of the situation and the stress of keeping his emotions in check.

Let’s get excited out there and have some fun, and I’m glad Acta’s style plays into that mindset.

There's always next year...

Every season I get excited about Cleveland Indians baseball.  The crack of bats and the smack the ball makes when it sails into a leather glove from across the field.  There are plenty of better love letters written about baseball than I’d be able to muster here, but I thought I’d break out a little timeline for any other tribe fans to reminisce.  

1990s - I know this was the era of great baseball in Cleveland, but I’ll be honest, I was pretty young for most of the glory days.  Plus, living so close to Cincinnati left me with just as much daily information about the Reds than the Tribe.  I went to a few more Tribe games than Reds games (my family being from Cleveland) but overall this was kind of a blur for me.

2003 - This was the first time I’ve ever sat down to watch almost all of the games on TV.  My dad and I spent the summer watching baseball, talking baseball and breathing Cleveland baseball.  We knew the team wasn’t going to amount to much, but I remember being intrigued by their professed plan to evaluate before win.  They knew they couldn’t really compete, so they left pitchers in when they should have taken them out to “see what they do in that situation.”  Infuriating for the casual fan who wants to win, but fascinating to see the young players evolve over time.  

2004 - Much like 2003, this was still a very young team that started to show a lot of promise.  CC, Westbrook, the acrobatic Ronnie Belliard and Victor Martinez were more fun to watch than their 80-82 record let on.  Kazuhito Tadano threw his 50 mph curveball.  I watched almost every game on TV again this season and had a blast watching young talent materialize into something before my eyes

How does someone so overweight make moves like this?  One of the many mysteries of Indians baseball

2005 - This fun team became more fun when they won 93 games but, heartbreakingly, didn’t make the playoffs.  Grady Sizemore appeared and everything clicked in a lot of ways.  Eric Wedge still drove my Dad crazy (Wedge coaches by the stats, not by the feel of the game.  And he constantly changed his lineup, something my Dad just abhors about modern baseball).  

Two Milkduds short of 300 pounds.  

2006 - An off year that felt like a mirage.  This team took huge steps forward in ‘03, ‘04 and seemed to come into their own in ‘05 only to take some steps backwards this season.  They ended up 78-84 and left everyone a little nervous.  This year started my trend of seeing an occasional game on TV, but mostly following them on XM radio and the internet.

2007 - This was the year.  Everything clicked, we won 96 games and were one win away from the world series.  One.  win.  away.  Damn Redsox.

It really angers me that people say he shortened his career by "playing all out, everyday."  What the hell else is someone supposed to do when getting paid millions of dollars to play a game?

2008 - I remember having misgivings at the start of the season.  People were going nuts, convinced our 96 wins in 2007 would continue, but they made no moves in the offseason.  None.  And I really think a team’s responsibility is to make themselves better each off season, not just to keep the status quo.  81-81.  A big step backwards, plus we lost CC.  The end of this latest rebuilding era was coming.

2009 - Lee is traded, and the wheels fall off.  65-97.  Eric Wedge is fired and the rebuilding is officially labeled a failure in my mind.  Sure it brought some great players and teams to the North Coast, but they underperformed and only occasionally clicked.

2010 - 69-93, and suddenly the last 20ish years of good baseball in Cleveland gives way to feelings that we’re destined to having another 30 slump.  

2011 - I’ll be honest, I, like a lot of people, had no idea what to make of this team.  They exploded last year at the beginning of the season and over performed, followed quickly by a looooong stretch of underperforming.  80-82.

2012 - I’m excited to see what they do this year, but my pessimistic gut says the underperforming is more accurate than the early season over performing.  I don’t trust the offense and even though Chris Perez was a machine last year, he looks pretty out of shape in his limited Spring Training.

But I’m still excited, I can’t help it.  The grass, the smacking of leather gloves, the crack of the bats, the arcs of the balls.  I love them all.  I love my Tribe, even if they just break my heart.

Chicago Reflection #2

A difficult thing for me is keeping my mind moving in active directions, as apposed to passively waiting for things to come to it.

I grew up in a quiet house, where watching TV and playing video games were almost always okay. I have strong memories of settling in each night at 7pm to watch TV for 2-3 hours before going to bed. Every night. I had plenty of activities outside my home to keep me active, but once inside, my eyes glazed over and my brain turned into passive mush.

When I’m passive, I’m waiting for things to come to me and I’m grumpy towards
anything and anyone asking me to break out of my rut. Early on, the depressing isolation I created for myself in college felt like a tomb.  The overwhelmingly active environment sent me spinning back to my dorm room to watch TV and cruise online (but not, sadly, to study).  People were always coming and going, and the only way to fall into my passive glaze involved isolating myself from their energy. That isolation became suffocating and only with the help of God and good people did I manage to break out of my stupor.

I’m not nearly that passive anymore, and I’ve come a long way in the last 10 years, but remaining active can still be challenging for someone who’s natural fallback is passivity. I’ve found things like having a people-centered job, exercising and not watching too much TV help me remain active, but lately I’ve been feeling out of balance again. I need to readjust my active and passive levels for this new and improved version of myself.

Things like personal appearance, sexuality and internet use still live in passive worlds and I’d like to find better balances for them. Right now with these topics, I sit back, let my brain go to mush and take whatever comes my way. Instead I want to be really intentional on how I approach these things and encounter them in my daily life.

I’m probably not going to discuss my sexuality too much on the web (I’m still a MidWesterner for God’s sake), but this blog offers a great way to focus my web use into something productive and enjoyable (as opposed to mindless and enjoyable). It also encourages me to follow through on the things I talk about. Accountability seems to rise when something is published, even when published on a blog on the internet.

Chicago Reflection #1

For my birthday, Kelly and I left our little house in Minneapolis and trekked to the
big city of Chicago for a weekend. Well, she has a work conference here, so it wasn’t
entirely for my birthday, but, either way, that means I have two days on my own in
the big city, and I’m doing my best not to waste them.

I love traveling and being in new cities, it reenergizes me and makes operate on
levels I may not reach in my day to day at home. We visited Austin a few years ago
and I loved the down-home feel mixed with city chic that emanated from everything.
We actually arrived the weekend after SXSW, and the entire city felt relaxed and
content. We slipped in, slipped out and loved every minute.

Chicago, of course, has a different feel than Austin or Minneapolis. It’s more
Midwest with an east coast polish than anything else.

The energy I get from these streets as I visit vintage clothing stores, used book
stores, hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurants and a posh downtown Indian
restaurant, is one of active energy. A determination by everyone and everything to
use every moment within the day as an expression of one’s self.

I do recognize that we’re staying in a hotel we wouldn’t normally be comfortable
affording (conference discount) in an area where most stores, restaurants and
homes signify a level of wealth I’ll never experience. I also recognize a lot of the
outward polish and confidence I see comes from that wealth and isn’t always
authentic.

Still, though, there’s a vibrancy here I want to internalize before I leave. One that
would exhaust me if I lived it every day, but propels me when taken in small doses.

Breaking up is hard to do

Whew,

Kind of a rough week here.  One of my very best friends found himself starting a “trial separation”  with his wife of 5ish years.  While many of us who’ve known them had an idea there were issues, the news was a shock to him.

I was the Best Man at their wedding, helped them move and everything else that happens when people are close.  Now he’s oscillating between devastatingly sad and self-righteously angry.  We’ve had a few conversations and shared some texts.  I’m not sure if I’ve been supportive enough or too prodding or too blunt, but I’m doing my best to support someone I really care about from a distance.

As a counselor, it’s created a slight discord in my head.  I’m lucky enough that I’ve helped more people through difficult times as a counselor than as a friend, so I’m constantly wondering where that elusive line lies during my conversations with him.  As friend, I know I need to be supportive, but do I support behavior and emotions that are scattered and messy?  Sure, right now I do when everything is raw and there’s a lot of unknown ahead, but when do I make the subtle shift from “Yeah, that sucks,” to “Hey, have you gone outside today?”

This news, of course, also started a conversation between my wife and I about marriage.  I’m not worried about our marriage, I think we’re both open and honest with one another to talk before things got to that point.  But it did start some good talks about relationships, both ours and those around us, and what we see as good and bad parts.

We’re both peeling away layers this winter.  I’ve got some stability in my working life, and looking outward and inward with the extra energy.  How do I want to look?  How do I want to feel?  How do I incorporate those things into a spiritual and prayer life?  Kelly’s (not her real name) peeling back layers about what she wants from a career, how to take care of her body and what it means to be feminine when your body doesn’t always feel the way you want it to feel.

So we’re both peeling back some pretty extensive layers that, of course, affect our marriage.  In the past two months, we’ve had huge talks about clothes, money, sex, free time, religion and just general day to day things.  It’s not always easy, but we’re trying to redefine ourselves while figuring out how those redefinitions work within our marriage.  A lot of complexity and a lot of plates spinning at the same time, but these are such good conversations to have.

Doing the winter shuffle

It's entered that point in winter where I'm just waiting for Spring, which is sad because this has been the easiest winter in Minnesota that I've ever experienced.  We've been above freezing more than below it, and there's been almost no snow whatsoever.

Still, it's chilly, and I want to build some gardens in our new backyard, go running on the weekends and bike to work during the week.  All of which would be possible in the winter, I guess, but I'm a weeny.

Winter doesn't mean we have to eat ugly foods, though.  I love to eat with the seasons, and root vegetables, for the most part, aren't known for their visual appeal.  It seems unfair doesn't it?  When everything else is dreary and gray, it seems like food should offer an alternative.  I think it does if you search for it and don't give in to the easy appeal of processed foods.  I found this recipe off of 101cookbooks.com, one of my favorite websites to find yummy vegetarian ideas, and decided to give it a try.

Some purple and green cabbage, mixed with some onion, carrots and parsley.

I did mess up the recipe, so it didn't turn out super well.  It calls for roasted sesame seeds and tahini.  We had tahini but no sesame seeds, but we figured it didn't matter since tahini is sesame seeds and that maybe the roasted sesame was just for visual appeal.  Nope, I made it, we ate it and agreed it was definitely missing something like a roasted seed or nut of some kind, just for an extra flavor boost.  Oh well, next time I guess.

(Sorry for the picture quality of this last one)

Ogres, and people, are a lot like onions

Around my senior year at XU, I went through a personal renascence.  I’ve described parts of it here and how it related to my old relationships, but it really reached further than that.  It changed my appearance, solidified my faith in God, obliterated my career path, shifted friendships and introduced me to the wonderful woman who eventually became my wife.  

This metamorphosis didn’t come quickly or painlessly.  Again, it involved getting out of a not-so-great relationship, which, while needed, was painful at the time.  I lost more friends than I gained and had to really look at how some of my behavior didn’t match up with my new found values.

I mention this, because I feel like I’m on the edge of another personal renascence.  Where I take stock in the different parts of my life, reassess myself and embrace these changes.  This has been stirring around in my mind for while, and probably, subconsciously, why I started this blog.  A chance to take stock, look around and make sure I am who I want to be, and, not to get to Christiany on you, who God wants me to be.

I wish I could say the muse for this post was some life altering realization, where the clouds parted and I suddenly knew it was time to peel away a layer.  Sadly, or not so sadly, the catalyst for all of this was this great pair of shoes.

I visited a vintage consignment shop with my wife the other day and found them, in my size, for $15.  I’ve literally worn the same shirts for the last 4 years without any kind of problem.  Switched between sneakers, boots for snow and Chaco sandals in the summer.  I wear 2 pairs of pants regularly and have owned the same shorts for more than 5 years.  

So what possessed me to purchase somewhat trendy shoes that I have no experience wearing?  I have no idea.  Something just sparked when I saw these brown wingtips.  Heck, I have no idea what kind of clothes to wear with them or where I’d wear them, but, bottom line, they’re pretty cool shoes.  That was enough for me to buy them, bring them home and wonder, “What the heck am I going to do with these?”

I’ve got some ideas on where to go with this, and peeling back this layer involves a lot more than fashion sense.  Look for more updates on where Layer Peeling 2012 takes me.