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Dining on Bound Grief

The other day a Fox News anchor reported on the political crisises facing the world.

Crisises?  From a national anchorman?

imagesReminds me of the time a middle school vice-principal asked an auditorium full of students to hold their applauses until the end of the presentation.

Finally, an answer to the age-old question:  What is the sound of one hand clapping?

One applause vs. two applauses.

A very unique answer, don’t you think?  Extremely unique.  Singularly unique.  (Then again, how one of a kind can something be?)

Or maybe, to borrow from George W. Bush, I’m just misunderestimating.

This isn’t quibbling or gotcha.  If we can’t speak properly, we can’t think properly.  If we want to make the world a better place, we have to be able to communicate so that others can understand us.  And we have to be able to understand ourselves.

More on this topic:

The Language of Confusion — 60 years later, George Orwell’s dystopian vision is more relevant than ever.

When does encouragement turn deadly?

A New York Times article last month highlighted suicide clusters among Palo Alto high school students over the past few years.  Many believe the reason lies in mixed messages from parents who tell their children to do their best and be happy, but who clearly won’t be happy themselves if their children’s best doesn’t get them into Ivy League universities.

Dr. Glenn McGee, the district superintendent, thinks that parents don’t get it.  “My job is not to get you into Stanford,” he said he tells parents and students. “It’s to teach them to learn how to learn, to think, to work together — learn how to explore, collaborate, learn to be curious and creative.”

Symbolic of the dependability of the steam engine is this shot of a B. & O. steam locomotive in a snow storm, 1954. (Hans Marx/Baltimore Sun)

But the pressure to compete and perform remains.  During this past school year, three boys laid down on local train tracks and took their own lives.  Their parents’ words of assurance couldn’t offset the pressure of uncompromising expectations.

Indeed, one wonders whether Dr. McGee gets it himself.  “Can we put sensors up there?” he wonders, suggesting some sort of system to alert the train operators. “This is Silicon Valley. There ought to be something we can do.”

But the solution isn’t to monitor the train tracks.  As the old cliche goes, you don’t save people from falling of a cliff by putting an ambulance down in the valley.

The only answer is to change the culture so that success is measured not by standardized test scores and status but by cultivating individual talents and the attitudes that contribute to a healthy society.  When parents make it their mission to fulfill each child’s unique potential  — and not to satisfy their own dreams — then children are likely not only to meet parents’ expectations but to exceed them.

Fighting for whose rights?

Here we go again.

Socrates gave up his life for the ideal of pure wisdom.  Galileo was threatened with torture for his commitment to scientific truth.  Nelson Mandela spent 27 years in prison for his campaign to end apartheid.

img_6463-full-moon_smqtAnd now, attorney Steven Wise is seeking to be the next torchbearer for virtue and justice by seeking legal personhood for two chimpanzees currently deprived of their primatial integrity by incarceration in the anatomy department of New York’s Stony Brook University.  Mr. Wise has even found a judge willing to hear his case.

This is a natural outgrowth of our collective obsession with rights and entitlement which has, proportionally, shrouded our notion of personal responsibility.  A healthy culture recognizes that it has a moral obligation to show compassion to all living creatures.  But as the very concept of morality flickers and fades from social consciousness, only the assertion of rights prevents the rapid disintegration of society.

And as we lose our sense of responsibility, the distinction between man and animals grows harder to define until, ultimately, it all but disappears.  In California, the “rights” of a little fish trump the welfare of humans:  crops wither in arid fields during the worst drought on record as the state dumps trillions of gallons of fresh water into the ocean.

It’s worth noting that in 1933, two years before the Nuremberg Laws stripped German Jews of both civil and human rights, the Nazi government passed some of history’s most progressive laws for the protection of animals, legislation considered emblematic of the highest moral values of a people.

Elevating animals to the level of human beings inevitably results in human beings acting worse than animals.

O Frabjous Day in the UK

looking-under-a-stone-poster-art-printHow wonderful when pundits get it so magnificently wrong.

‘Twas brillig in Britain this week when David Cameron vanquished his frumious foes and went galumphing back to 10 Downing Street, chortling all the way.

The best part is not that the conservatives won, but that the pollsters were — again — so whifflingly off the mark.  Just as last September’s referendum on Scottish cessation — predicted “too close to call” — was defeated by an easy ten-point margin, similarly did Mr. Cameron’s party cut off the head of the opposition with a deft snicker-snack.

Isn’t it mimsy that life — especially politics — can still hold a few surprises?  Maybe we can learn not to vote for the front-runners just because they’re the front-runners.

Of course, the victorious Prime Minister shouldn’t get too beamish.  A resurgent Scottish National party promises renewed efforts to split what’s left of the British Empire.  To be sure, the next jabberwock lies in wait right around the corner.

As John Simpson, my political science professor at the University of Edinburgh, once remarked:

“The world of politics is like what you see when you lift up a great, flat stone and watch all the wee beasties running around beneath it.”

Callooh!  Callay!

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Reflect the reality you want

Haters2If you want to be happy, let happy people shape your mood.

If you want to be successful, let successful people show you the way.

If you want to be wise, walk in the ways of wisdom.

If you want to be appreciated, show appreciation.

If you want to be respected, act worthy of respect.

If you want to be loved, love others.

If you want to make a difference, learn right from wrong, and have the courage to do what’s right.

 

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Guns or Butter

How I became Prime Minister of Japan and nearly achieved world peace.

imgresA college senior’s experience in an upper-division seminar in sociology depends primarily on one factor: the professor. I had the best.

I had never had an instructor like Professor Dukes. On the surface, he often didn’t seem to teach. If he came into the classroom and found the students immersed in conversation, he might listen in for a while, then gradually enter into the conversation himself and steer it in a direction relevant to the broader aims of the course. His breezy style created an atmosphere where all his students felt themselves participants, rather than pupils, and for years after graduation I found my thoughts drifting back to sociology and Richard Dukes.

But one class in particular has stuck in my memory. That was the day Professor Dukes came into the room with a board game tucked under his arm. On the cover was printed the name Guns or Butter.

The premise of the game was simple. The class divided up into four groups, each representing a different, fictitious nation. The objective was for each group to build up its nation, attempting to balance external security through a strong military — guns — with internal security through social programs — butter. Two countries were superpowers in the midst of a cold war, similar to the United States and the Soviet Union. One was an impoverished, third world agrarian country. And one was an emerging industrial nation, like Japan after World War II.

I became Prime Minister of Japan.

imagesIt was neither my political savvy nor my popularity that won me the job. When my group received its assignment and our members looked around uneasily at one another, I took the initiative to ask, “Who wants to be Prime Minister?”

The student to my right immediately replied, “I nominate you.” The student to her right quickly added, “I second the nomination.” The student on my left chimed in, “All in favor, say ‘Aye.'”

The ayes had it.

HOLDING THE REINS OF POWER

So I appointed my cabinet and began issuing directives. I instructed my foreign minister to negotiate peace treaties with the two superpowers; I dispatched my minister of commerce to circulate among the other nations and secure as many trade contracts as possible; and I ordered my minister of defense to build up our military as effectively as possible without compromising our economic development.

Each turn represented ten years.

Fearful of one another, the superpowers poured their entire budget into defense. With no economic infrastructure, the third world country stagnated. In contrast, our emerging economy exploded. By the end of the game, after the equivalent of 50 years, my country had the largest economy and the most powerful military in the world.

imagesBut I’m getting ahead of myself. The growth of our nation was astonishing. Driven by economic opportunity and fear of our precarious position between two industrial and military giants, my minister of commerce pushed through trade negotiations that sparked our own industrial and economic revolutions. After four turns, we had more money than we knew what to do with, and our armed forces rivaled those of the superpowers.

As a conservative hawk (son of a conservative hawk), I had originally looked at my country’s economic development as the key to military security. With that achieved, however, I began to see new possibilities. Why not use more of our profits for social programs? We could expand education, promote family structure, create incentives and opportunities for employment, and begin to eliminate poverty.

This is what I told my cabinet.

THE PSYCHOLOGY OF INSURRECTION

But they had other ideas. “We won’t have real security until we have The Bomb,” declared my defense minister, suddenly turning against me.

“We don’t need The Bomb,” I argued back. “Neither of the superpowers is powerful enough to attack us, they distrust each other too much to ally against us, and three equally balanced superpowers will produce a safer world than two. We can secure a safer world while doing what’s best for our own people.”

But he was not to be dissuaded, and neither were the others. The minister of defense called for a vote of no-confidence, and my cabinet unanimously threw me out of office and pursued its quest for nuclear superiority. Had the game continued for a few more turns, I have no doubt they would have started World War III.

In their positions, I would likely have sided with them. A defense minister’s job is to secure the resources for national security. A foreign minister’s job is to anticipate any potential crisis in international relations. And a commerce minister’s job is to ensure the impact of foreign relations on economic prosperity. Each of my ministers seemed to believe that military buildup would best serve the interests of our country.

But as Prime Minister, it was my job to see the whole picture, to concentrate on both external and internal matters, to strike a balance between the interests of our nation among the community of nations and the interests of our country as a community of individuals. My ministers were so focused on one that they lost sight of the other.

THE JOURNEY TO REACH SAFE HARBOR

safe_harbor_plansA good leader cannot afford to place too much value on any single consideration. He must keep track of the details, but his first priority is to keep his ship of state on course so that it reaches its destination by fulfilling its national mission. If he loses his sense of direction, he will surely lead his people into confusion and self-destruction.

Just as leaders in business, in government, and in the military must guard themselves against becoming so lost in the details that they forget their real purpose, so too must those charged with spiritual leadership guard against becoming so distracted by the details of material survival that we forget the higher mission imposed upon us by the promptings of the conscience and the soul. Each of us is chief executive over himself, and each of us must coordinate a cabinet of “ministers,” the impulses of desire and self-interest that see only their own individual pieces of the picture and act without knowledge of the picture as a whole.

The arguments of these “ministers” are often compelling. They urge us to seek material comfort and security, to pursue physical pleasures and rewards. But when we remember that we are priests of the Kingdom of Mankind, then we will remain focused on our true mission and, by elevating the world around us, we will experience the reward of true meaning and enduring success.

Originally published by Aish.com.

 

Limited Edition

imgresWould you pay $200 for a really pretty $50 bill?

Well, apparently Starbucks thinks that someone will.  Their laser-etched gift card with floral details and ceramic finish might seem a little pricey; but hey, Mom’s worth it.  Right?

If you market it, they will come.

#FieldOfScreams

MayPac — the untold story

Welcome to the Roman Empire.

imagesEven if you aren’t a student of history, you may remember learning about the “bread and circuses”  of ancient Rome.  By providing basic foodstuffs and the spectacle of gladiatorial combat, the Roman elites simultaneously invented the welfare state and the entertainment industry.  Savvy enough to anesthetize the commoners into complacency, the aristocracy were then able to wallow in their epicurean and carnal orgies unmolested.

In our times, we don’t need the state to provide the bread.  Burger King, Pizza Hut, and Taco Bell supply our undiscriminating culinary needs.  The gladiatorial circuses have been reincarnated in the form of the NFL, except when the brutal melee of the gridiron is eclipsed by a billion-dollar fist-fight.

EPA USA BOXING SPO BOXING USA NVEnter Floyd Mayweather and Manny Pacquiao.  Their Romanesque and obscenely over-hyped bout, the much ballyhooed fight-of-the-century, came and went and will be soon forgotten… full of sound and fury, a tale told by an idiot.

But here’s a side of the event you won’t have read about in the papers or seen on ESPN.

My friend Art works for one of the big internet service providers.  Friday was mayhem, as all the people whose service had been suspended for non-payment called in with either back-payments or desperate pleas for mercy so they could watch the spectacle.  The tone of hysteria in call after call set Art’s teeth on edge.

Then this:

The woman called in, several hundred dollars behind in her bill, far too much in arrears for any kind of leniency.  But she claimed extraordinary need.  And her story was nothing less than extraordinary.

Her brother had just died.  Her family was coming in the funeral.  She explained frantically that she had to have internet service so that her siblings and cousins would be able to watch the fight.

Art literally put his head in his hands as he told me the tale.  “I’d rather believe she was making it all up as a ruse to gain my sympathy,” he said.  “But who could make up a story like that?”

Who, indeed?  Once we have come to a place where we can conflate the loss of a loved one with the lost opportunity to watch two palookas beat each other senseless, I suspect that even the Romans would look upon us disdainfully and uncomprehending.

And, of course, we know what happened to Rome.

#MayPac

Light up your world

SmileA smile is like a flame.  You can give one to someone else without giving away your own.

In Hebrew, the word for flame is lahava, related to the word ahava, which means love.  A flame is broad at the base and narrows to a point:  in the same way, two people might be very different from one another, but if they share a common sense of purpose they come to love one another.

And as with a flame — as well as a smile — you lose nothing by loving others.

Enjoy the little things

Enjoy little thingsChildren grow up.  Friends move away.  Parents pass on.

We miss out on sunsets, and sunrises;  we miss out on walks in the woods and float trips on the river.  And we can’t even remember the reason for the fits and fights and pity parties that seemed so justified at the time.

It should be obvious what’s really important.  But we find so many ways to rationalize the irrational.

Stubborn, aren’t we?

So smile more, give more compliments, hug your kids, call your parents, take time out for friends.

Sure, it’s all a cliche.  But after all, don’t cliches become cliches because they’re true?