Thursday, December 30, 2010

2010 - The Year In Review

WOW. What a year it's been.


First, an update on my Redneck Cinderella Story: I got my coat back just in time for the big snow and ice storms we had last week! Yay!


It turns out that even though the guy who ended up with my coat (and I with his) dips Skoal, he's not a redneck at all. Actually, he's a pretty cool guy who works at a radio station in town (small world) and he's not bad looking. (But of course, he's married. Like they say, all the good ones are either married or...) The inside of our coats are IDENTICAL, with the same lining and the same inside pocket. What a great story though - go to a party and get to know more cool people a week later you didn't meet AT the party you both attended, simply by switching coats! Who knew?


After a very rough day yesterday (and a nasty LARGE bump on my head) I've decided that before moving on to 2011, it's time to close out the year a day early and spend some time simply reveling in the fact that I've survived it all somehow.


This was quite a year for me. I turned 41, which puts me firmly into my 40's. My federal supervised release ended in February, giving me the freedom to live my life without fear of imprisonment for getting online and blogging about issues important to all freedom-loving folk. (I was forbidden to use a computer or get online for the three years of my supervised release. Kevin Mitnick would be proud!) While struggling to get on my feet and earn a living, I somehow managed to have a social life and reconnect with quite a few people I hadn't seen in decades.


I made two trips to Massachussetts. One was to see my 87-year-old grandfather remarried to a long-time friend of the family in August. (She's just a baby at 78 - grandpa likes to rock the cradle!) The other was to visit my Uncles Greg and Jim for Thanksgiving.


I also visited my mother several times and reconnected with friends I hadn't seen in decades, leaving me feeling as though I've simply been asleep for the past 25 years and have awakened to find people looking not all that much older than the last time I saw them, yet all of us are clearly living in a different world than existed in the 80's.


And then there's Booger. I got Booger in late February of this year, and he certainly changed my life. He keeps me on my feet, for sure, but he also fills the house with his innocence and playful puppy-ness! At 11 months old, he weighs in at around 80 pounds. He. Is. Solid. He chews on rocks when he's bored, that's how solid he is. He can devour a foot-long rawhide tightly-twisted chewy bone in under an hour. (Thanks, Grandma Max!) His adorable floppy ears make me want to just bite them! Ever see something so cute it makes you grit your teeth? That's Booger. He's big, but he's sweet, and he rarely barks, unless he thinks something is amiss, or unless he has something stuck under the couch he can't get to or you tell him "No". He's gone from shredding my flesh with his razor-sharp puppy teeth while playing and trying to chew on me (when he was younger) to putting my entire hand and arm in his mouth and not making a mark at all because he's learned to be gentle when playing, for the most part (and he's got his less-sharp, though no less powerful, adult teeth). He takes treats from my hand ever-so-daintily so as to make sure he doesn't hurt me, then gallops onto the couch and crushes me as he puts his full weight on my lap as though he is still a tiny puppy. Gotta love him! (Now he even supervises me as I blog.)


This Blog Is Booger-Approved!

I've had more than my share of time-wasting frustrations this year. From losing a database I'd worked on for a client all year (and much income as a result) to recently spending several weeks getting AT&T to correct a series of errors on their end that put my bank account in the red by almost $400, to issues with Apple and the iPhone server and a plethora of other business-related customer service issues, these have been the things that have drained my energy, yet they are issues that cannot be ignored.


I've taken a project from local media and moved it to the internet for more potential reach and look forward to seeing growth there in the coming year, and have been propelled forward each day by the encouragement from those who will not let me rest until I make good on my promise to share important information for the benefit of Americans living in a world full of social engineering the likes of which could put Kevin Mitnick to shame.


Most recently, a friend of mine has an ex-wife and mother-in-law who were both hit by a car about three weeks ago (they survived but are very sore), after which the car sped off. Luckily, someone chased the car down, but because it happened in a parking lot, and because nobody was killed, apparently no charges are being filed. (Yeah, that's what I said. WTF?)


Not quite TWO weeks ago, my grandfather and his new bride were in a car accident caused by another driver going much too fast on the icy roads, running them into the side-rail and totaling my grandfather's car. My grandfather is VERY sad about his car. I think it represented the last vestiges of his old life and leaves him feeling as though one more thing has fallen away. Hopefully he will embrace the replacement vehicle and find happiness with what is new.


Speaking of what is new, I've learned not to make any big plans for the new year, as that only seems to invite disaster. Instead, I plan to take advantage of whatever opportunities come my way and move forward with speaking and writing gigs that have been on the back-burner for far too long. Sizzle sizzle!


I closed out the year by starting a new web site at http://www.AngieLeaks.com (a bit of a spoof on the Assange situation and Wikileaks). Can you imagine if everyone had minions of hackers that shut down every business for a full day who pissed them off? Why, that would be 80% of every business in America for me! (Not to mention the entire federal government's so-called "justice" system.) Thanks to Mr. Moon, I had a full evening of fun on Twitter while hopefully providing some food for thought.


I'm grateful for new friends and not-so-new friends. I've definitely discovered the difference between a true friend and a hanger-on, and I tend to find my friends in the most unlikely of places, as is the case with most of life's treasures. I wish for all of you a wonderful and safe new year, with as few time-wasting customer service issues as possible. :-)


See you on the flip side!


A.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

TOP TEN REASONS JULIAN ASSANGE MAY BE A DOUCHE

At first, I thought he was a freedom fighter like a lot of other folks did. However, over the past few weeks, it has become increasingly clear to me that Julian Assange and all of his droogs are little more than social engineers. The sad part? Most of his droogs are totally clueless that they are being used by Julian Assange for his own benefit, and it has nothing to do with being a freedom fighter.


Top Ten Reasons Julian Assange Is Likely A Fraud

  1. To date, not one serious U.S. government scandal has been revealed by the "leaks" from Wikileaks. Unless, of course, you consider that some of our diplomats have been embarrassed by having derogatory things they said about folks in other countries revealed. Big whoop.
  2. The timing of the "leaked" documents is rather suspicious, and Julian Assange may have known that he was about to be arrested for sex crimes. (What kind of DOUCHEBAG has unprotected sex and spreads disease?) Was this "leak" engineered to distract from the fact that Julian Assange is alleged to be a rapist? I don't care if he DIDN'T rape these two women, the fact that he's having unprotected sex with virtual strangers is disgusting and shows him to be an absolute moron who thinks he is above contracting deadly STD's and spreading them to others. Prostitutes get arrested for charging money for PROTECTED sex. If guilty, Julian Assange certainly deserves to be punished for allegedly forcing his unsheathed penis on anyone, regardless of whether they were willing to have PROTECTED sex with him or not.
  3. There have, to date, been NO charges filed against Assange in the U.S. There have been many talking heads claiming there may be charges to file, but none have yet been brought. Trust me. If there were charges to be filed, the feds would have found them by now. And, if they do bring charges at a later time, I may or may not see those charges as warranted, depending on the actual charges. However, the fact that the U.S. is angry with Assange gives Assange the perfect excuse to say that the possibly JUSTIFIED rape charges against him are merely a "smear campaign". Yeah, a PAP smear campaign, perhaps, to see if he gave these women any STD's when he allegedly had unprotected sex with them.
  4. There is talk of a book deal for Assange with an unnamed (possibly nonexistent) publisher of $1.5 million dollars, although that may also be a socially engineered attempt to draw attention from publishers otherwise not even considering a book deal with Assange. In fact, this whole thing smells of socially engineered stunts designed to gain attention and contributions for Assange and his "organization".
  5. Assange claims to have information that will "make an executive at a major bank resign". Hell, every American who has a bank account has information that should result in the resignation of an executive at a major bank. The scandals we have seen at banks recently and the big bailout with banks refusing to lend taxpayers who bailed them out any money aren't enough? OK, big boy, bring it. If you do, I'll take number 5 off the list, but I'm not holding my breath.
  6. Julian Assange and his droogs have shut down numerous web sites which has inconvenienced AMERICANS. Our government has not suffered from credit card processing web sites and banks' web sites being shut down. AMERICANS HAVE. In fact, we have suffered far more from such as this than even the company that has had to contend with it, and WE will ultimately be the ones to pay the price in increased fees as a result of this cyber-terrorism.
  7. Free speech is valuable to a person like myself. I have libertarian leanings. I am more prone to side with Julian Assange than against him on many issues, but when you make vague claims that you fail to back up, you're not practicing free speech, you're practicing the same kind of social engineering that the U.S. government has been guilty of perpetrating on Americans for decades.
  8. If the allegations of Julian Assange and/or Wikileaks accepting stolen documents for publication are accurate, that IS a crime, and while we should be DISGUSTED with our government for failing to protect these documents adequately, Julian and his organization are setting Americans up for MORE RESTRICTIONS on LEGITIMATE freedom of speech AND for prosecution for READING and/or DISCUSSING the documents. One wonders if Assange might even be in cahoots WITH the U.S. government, given the U.S. government's propensity to make as many criminals of its citizens as possible.
  9. Bradley Manning, a low-ranking 23-year old military employee accused of leaking documents to Wikileaks, continues to waste away in jail, while Assange enjoys being out on bail in a lush mansion. We should all be so lucky!
  10. Julian Assange, while having the potential to do powerful things for the cause of freedom fighters everywhere, has thus far used his abilities only for his own benefit, and often to the detriment of the very freedom fighters which he claims to be among, including you and I, who are left to deal with the fallout as we pay ever-higher prices for bank services and all other services from companies which his droogs continue to sabotage in the name of freedom fighting. I'll fight my own battles, thank you!

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

An Incomplete Redneck Cinderella Story

Well, it's been a helluva year. The past few weeks seem to have been particularly difficult, and yet I wonder if it's just because beyond that point my memory has simply faded?

Dealing with AT&T has been a total waste of time and an infuriating experience. I am filled with nothing but disgust for them as a corporate entity and for their employees as irresponsible people who seem to make a habit of arrogantly wasting the time of their customers and causing unnecessary hardship. If I didn't have a contract, (and if I wasn't a beta tester for Apple App. developers) I'd have been long gone by now, iPhone be damned.

Luckily, it's that time of year when there is a lot of free entertainment to enjoy, namely, parties at friends' houses. I kept my promise to myself (made a couple of weeks ago) to go to the party being held at the home of a friend of my father's. My father was gay, and most of the people at the party were gay, although there were some of us "breeders" there. (Actually, I've never bred, so I guess I don't fit into either category. I'm just an a-sexual. You can call me Pat.)

Anyway, anybody who knows anything knows that there is NO better party than that involving a significant number of gay people. Why is this? I'll tell you why.

First of all, gay people are, like me and my twin brother, Charlie Brown, downtrodden people. That is to say, they are an oppressed group. Misunderstood. Unfairly judged. Condemned by the ultra-religious. Most of them have developed the very appropriate response of laughing at the society that behaves toward them in this way, and if they didn't develop a great sense of humor and stick together, they wouldn't be able to stand living in this world.


For that reason, I have always gotten along wonderfully with gay folk, and although I've stayed on the straight side in my intimate relationships, I'm definitely one of those people with ambiguous sexuality.


I had never been to the house where the party was, but I had no trouble finding it. All I had to do was follow the trail of parked cars for blocks along the road leading to the house. What a party!


It wasn't that it was all wild and crazy or anything. In fact, I would say most of the attendees were pretty conservative-behaving folk (not talking politics, here). There were families with their grown kids (no young-uns) and one very pregnant gal, gay couples, single folk like me, drag queens (who were not in drag at the party, but clearly, these were guys who could put Burlesque to shame!) and just a great mix of everybody, all getting along great, most of them drinking from the spirited punch bowl as opposed to the un-spirited punch bowl. (If you're an atheist and drink out of the spirited punch bowl, does that mean you're not an atheist anymore? Hmm... the irony.)


It was supposed to be mainly a formal affair I suppose, but I didn't get that memo and many others didn't either, so I didn't feel too bad. Of course, anyone who knows me knows that I rarely show up anywhere wearing anything but blue jeans. For my grandfather's wedding, I DID put on a pair of slacks, but even that didn't feel right to me.


It was a huge house, with every room so packed I'm sure the fire marshal would have been concerned, but it made it kind of fun to try and navigate the maze of people to get to the food. And OH THE FOOD! I definitely made the right decision by not eating anything all day - the food was like BUTTAH!


Speaking of BUTTAH, there is a Barbara Streisand room in this house. Or, perhaps I should say, there is a Streisand museum. Quite impressive. Metal pigs are better than no pigs. (You'd have to read Streisand's latest book to understand what that means.)


I mingled around and discovered that some total strangers who were in town for the holidays and at the party with their daughter and her hubster who live in town were from a part of Florida where I used to live and work, so we chatted about all of the cool technology and NASA and how nobody really understands just how many jobs NASA creates indirectly when the space program is active, especially when it comes to subcontractors. (Wow, that was one long run-on sentence! No A+ for me with this blog.)


I spent some time with a dear friend of mine and my dad's, Nick. Sometime I'll have to tell you why Nick is so special to me. He's special to me in a way that nobody else ever can be, and not just because he's a gay man with a movie-star-looking twin sister!


As the party died down and people started to leave, the host (one of three, actually) came and spent some time chatting with me. We talked about our lives a bit and discussed how, even though he's a conservative, he tends to have a lot of libertarian views. (Most people are probably middle-of-the-road libertarians and don't know it.) Yes, I know that I need to explain what I mean by middle-of-the-road libertarian, but not now.


Not long before I was about to leave, a guy who looked very familiar joined our conversation for a moment to say how much he'd enjoyed the party. He was with his mother, who had been walking around earlier saying "Outta my way, fool!" to whomever was blocking her path. Gotta love her for that! I thought she looked familiar, too.


I mentioned to the man that he looked familiar to me, and he said I looked familiar to him as well. (It wasn't an attempted pickup line, as he's gay.) He asked me my name, and when I told him the unmistakable look of recognition washed over his face. This was none other than Robert, whom I had gone to high school with and who showed me his grown son (!) who was also at the party. We exchanged phone numbers, and I marveled at how, for the umpteenth time this year, I'm reconnecting with people I haven't seen in 25 years!


We had both gone to Sunday school together at 4th Presbyterian, where my father played the organ for some time as well. How many times I remember taking my blue jeans with me to that church as a kid so I could change from that icky dress into my holy (literally, not figuratively) jeans. And the delicious cherry tomatoes that my brother and I would pick and take home that grew in the parking lot between cracks in the asphalt. Where does the time go? And Jane, an older woman who went there, ended up sobbing uncontrollably on my shoulder at my father's funeral years later, she being one of many people who were extremely distraught over my father's death at such a young age that they couldn't help but break down as we received guests after the funeral, (it was US comforting THEM, at times) and David, about 20 years my senior and whom I had a HUGE crush on when I was five, who's father had been the pastor of 4th church years earlier, saying "Jane, JANE! Come on, Jane." as he tried to steer her away to allow the line of hundreds of people to progress and pay their respects. My father really was a dear person, and the hundreds (as in possibly 500+ standing room only) of people who showed up at his funeral shocked me, although I suppose looking back it shouldn't have.


My dad's friend Paul relayed the story to me of how, 26 years ago, my father had played the piano at his holiday party and, even though he was worried that my dad wasn't up to it (he had brain cancer and would die months later) and was probably wearing himself out as he kept playing, once my father started playing the piano he just couldn't stop. Gotta love that good old O.C.D. for keeping us going and going and going!


As I prepared to leave, the guy in charge of the coats couldn't find mine. There was one that looked very similar to mine in the dim light, but mine was nowhere to be found. We decided that whomever the one that looked similar to mine belonged to must have mistaken mine for his, which is easy to do in dim light and considering that most of the folks in attendance had had a few dips into the spirited punch bowl.


We asked around and nobody claimed that the coat that looked similar to mine was theirs, so I decided I'd wear that one home (it was very cold outside and I had about a block to walk to get to my car) and left my name and number in the guest book so they could call me if anyone called later saying they'd taken home the wrong coat. (A good idea would have been for everyone to put a slip of paper in their right pocket with their name on it.)


I put the coat on and discovered that there was a can of Skoal in one of the pockets. (I'm using Skoal as a generic term.) Somebody cracked a joke that "you can take the jacket but you can't chew the Skoal". I jokingly whined "Oh MAAAAAAAAN!" Then someone said "Ok, well, you can, but you can't swallow." to which I replied "Don't worry. I'm not a swallower." (Heh.) Only at a party like that could you say such a thing and not shock anyone.


So, when I got home, I found the (most likely male-owned) coat to be, as is typical of a guy's coat, kind of dirty and smelly and not as warm as mine had been, even though it's a fairly nice coat and appears to be suede like mine was. Mine was practically new and had more pockets and smelled much nicer. (And it didn't have holes in the pockets inside, or Skoal in the pockets.)


So, it seems as though I have a mystery on my hands - who has my coat? Who's coat do I have? If I spent day and night searching high and low, I might find out the answers to those questions, but even if the owner of my coat turned out to be a really handsome, wealthy prince, he'd most likely be gay. What's a girl to do?


I suppose the one bright spot to all of this is that, because I just have that cloud that seems to follow me around wherever I go, I actually had the foresight to make sure I did NOT put my keys in the pocket of my coat, but in my jeans pocket instead. It's that anxiety disorder that causes me to say "What if?" all the time that caused me to think on the way in "What if somebody takes my coat by mistake? I wouldn't want to lose my car keys, too!" The fact that I try not to take my anxiety and "What if?" thinking to the extreme is what kept me from putting my name on a piece of paper and pinning it to the coat. Maybe I'll rethink that and pull out all the stops and go extreme from now on.


So anyway, I have to learn to be happy with the fact that, while I lost a great coat, I saved several hundred dollars by not having to have keys made for the car. (The key has a chip in it, so you can't just get a copy made for a buck at the store.) It's a small victory, but I'll take what I can get at this point.


So there you have it. My redneck (Skoal-in-pocket) Cinderalla story, with a bit of Charlie Brown mixed in.


Good grief.


A.



Thursday, December 16, 2010

GOOD GRIEF CHARLIE BROWN!!! FOR CRYIN' OUT LOUD!!!

So, I should have known that as soon as I got back home all hell would break loose. There was non-stop activity the day I got back, arranging for my roommate to purchase my step-grandmother's old car. We went to pick it up, but she couldn't find the title at home or at the bank. I typed up a sales contract on their computer, but the printer was out of paper. We put paper in, and then the ink was empty. We put the ink in, and the printer still wouldn't work until the computer was rebooted. These were all minor issues compared to how happy my roommate was to have the car, so all's well that ends well. (And it's great for me that I won't have to drive the roomie to work and back when the vehicle this one replaces finally gives out for good!)


One thing I had to deal with on returning home (even before I left MA, actually) was the fact my roommate's employer had taken money OUT instead of direct depositing money IN - this happened to ALL of the employees of that company, and it happened on the big shopping weekend following Thanksgiving. Talk about a mess for a lot of people! This of course affected bill payments.


A few days after I returned, I found that AT&T had tried to take a payment out of MY bank account almost two weeks before it was authorized to come out. I called them and spent more than two hours on the phone trying to get them to fix the problem. They gave me a case number. I waited.


In the next few days, I had NSF's of $30 each coming out left and right, caused by the domino effect of AT&T's unauthorized deduction. Now if I had made a mistake like that, no doubt I'd end up in prison for it. But hey, AT&T can do whatever they want.


A few days later I got a call from them, asking me if the issue was resolved. Umm. NO!!! They had done NOTHING to rectify the situation, and I was facing possible disconnection of service because the payment had to be cancelled, and that would create the appearance of a returned payment on MY part. They finally fixed THAT part of the problem after another 1.5 hours on the phone, but the NSF fees had not been addressed.


I was given a toll-free number where I was to fax paperwork showing the NSF fees I had incurred because of AT&T's mistake. They promised to credit my checking account directly once I sent the fax. I did that. I waited. I waited some more. Nothing.


Two weeks later, I've got $240 in NSF fees. Yesterday, I got a text saying the issue had been resolved with the case number attached. I assumed that meant they had made the deposit. They had not.


I called them while ago. Nobody knows of the department I sent the fax to. Nobody can give me any answers. I go round and round with these idiots and get nowhere. Some jackass sent me to the "handset security department for prepaid accounts". I don't HAVE a pre-paid account. I have a regular account for which I am billed each month. I spent 2.5 hours on the phone this time. Now I'm told I'll have to wait until tomorrow evening to get a phone call with an explanation on what they are going to do about this, and each day I have bills trying to come out of my bank account that are getting returned, which means I'll also have returned fees for THOSE companies in ADDITION to the ones from the bank.


AT&T claims they don't have a phone number for their legal department. Trust me. I'll get it anyway, and when I do, I'll be making a claim against AT&T for far more than the $240. I've spent TWO WEEKS - REPEAT - TWO WEEKS - trying to clean up the mess that AT&T has made of my checking account and my already full-of-struggle life.


What is my point in blogging about this? Well, mainly I just need to vent. But this raises an important point: How many people have had their lives turned upside down, how much productivity has been lost, how many people have been driven to near-nervous breakdowns by what starts out as a simple customer service issue and spins out of control until it affects almost all aspects of the person's life?


(Beginning of rant within rant.) Actually, this is VERY similar to some issues I had with my business years ago when some suppliers decided to take payment from ME, then NOT drop-ship products to customers I had paid them to ship the products to, resulting in ME getting in trouble with my business. It was a long, very drawn-out, convoluted process, but ultimately ridiculous occurrence after ridiculous occurrence of companies not doing what THEY promised to do resulted in my company failing and me having to answer for how it affected my business. The large companies involved did not suffer any consequences. In fact, one of them still owes me several thousand dollars for products which I paid them to send and they never did and I will likely never recover those funds. It's the little guy, folks. It's always the little guy who pays the price for the corporation's blatant, arrogant refusal to correct mistakes they have made that affect us, the little people.(/End of rant within rant.)


My ability to buy gas, groceries and giftmas gifts has been affected by this. My time has been wasted. Income-producing work hasn't gotten completed because I've had to spend so much time on the phone with FUCKING AT&T!!! If EVER there was an appropriate time for profanity, THIS IS FUCKING IT!!!


The fact that both my roommate and I have had similar issues with separate bank accounts leads me to believe that this sort of thing must be very common in America. For all I know, it's common EVERYWHERE. Who will answer for all of the hell caused by some corporate employee's careless mistake? This was NOT a computer error. This was a HUMAN error caused by someone entering the WRONG information into a computer. The fact that I have the employee's UID number means nothing, since nobody has asked for it and nobody seems to have the ability to do anything with the information. This means that the same person will likely go on making the same errors. I feel for whoever else has to go through this at any time, much less during the holiday season.


What's worse, last Friday (the 10th) my roommate's ex mother-in-law (who is 90 years old) and her daughter were hit by a car. Not only were they hit by a car, but the asshole who hit them sped off. Luckily, somebody knew who it was and tracked them down, but I haven't heard if they've been charged or arrested or not.


Both victims are alive and recovering at home now, which is amazing in itself, but the fact that so many people take cars and put people's lives at risk, cause injury or even death, and are allowed to go on driving really pisses me off, given the fact that people who have done things as non-life-threatening as writing $5,000 in bad checks are hauled off to prison for years at a time. What the HELL is wrong with our justice system? Apparently, America's justice system values money more than human life. Is this how we want to be represented?


We've had snow and ice all week. Last night, I went outside to turn off the animated yard decoration (Peanuts, of course, with Snoopy pulling Charlie Brown out of the chimney) and slipped and fell - the entire driveway was solid ice. I hit the bench in front of the porch, ricochet'ed off of it and ended up sliding and slamming into the front of my van. More bruises. It's starting to look like I'm in a fight club. I've still got fading bruises from two weeks ago, now I've got fresh ones to take their place.


I was sick earlier this week with some kind of stomach flu, I am just now getting over a mild case of the shingles (stress, anyone?), and last night a HUGE boil came up almost instantly on my right inner thigh, positioned just so that any walking or other movement is excruciatingly  painful. Oh yes, and let's not forget the aerosol cheese that exploded all over my face and clothes a couple of days ago.


After another session on the phone with AT&T's clueless "customer service" department, Charlie Brown's Christmas special was on television. I decided this would be a good time to put my little Charlie Brown tree together. "Surely that will cheer me up.", I thought to myself. Well, that didn't work out so well. That's right. My Charlie Brown Christmas tree, which is literally a replica of the tree from the television special, is defective.


I can't even put up a pathetic-looking Charlie Brown Christmas tree for cryin' out loud! Even Charlie BROWN wouldn't have THIS kind of bad luck! Seriously!!! If it fucking KILLS me, I'm going to get this Charlie Brown tree replaced and put it together. I mean REALLY!!! Only I could go to the store and buy a tree that is supposed to look pathetic, and even THAT doesn't go right because the damn thing won't assemble due to defective parts.


Speaking of defective parts, I think I need new glasses. I can't see very well lately.


In other news, a really nice lady who goes to the church in Easthampton, MA where my grandfather went when he and my grandmother lived there posted a link to Conan O'Brian doing his monologue and discussing the fact that their church has had the baby Jesus stolen from their nativity scene three times. Seriously, even if you're an atheist, you don't crap all over someone's cultural practices. Disagree with them out loud if you must, but unless you want them putting a cross in YOUR front lawn, don't go stealing the baby Jesus from theirs for crapsake! But hey, at least Conan is able to make a joke out of it. Humor: it's what's for dinner. Here, have a taste: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ziiMpXI1aZo


So yes, life seems to be crapping all over me, and even though there are many many people who have it far far worse than me, that fact does not make MY life any easier to deal with. We all have to deal with our own problems, and it's all relative. They don't get any easier just because we distract ourselves by saying that someone else has it worse. Them having it worse doesn't pay the bills, and it doesn't magically solve anyone else's problems. The fact that a woman is getting beaten to death by her husband in Afghanistan doesn't feed starving people in the Appalachian mountains of Tennessee. (Remember, we DO have hungry people in AMERICA.) So there. Let me have my disgust and my anger and my frustration, because at times it seems as though that is the only thing I have in abundance.


This world will, at times, do everything it can to take away anything and everything that means anything and everything to you. And when it's done, it will try to steal your right to feel bad about it.


And now, after my pissed-off, ranting, bitchy, complainy blog post, I leave you with perhaps the most beautiful poem I have ever read, which also happens to be by my late father. It also happens to be full of hope, which I know many of us could use right now:

Homeward Bound - A Late Travel Blog

So, week before last, on November 30th, I headed home from Massachusetts after spending a wonderful Thanksgiving week with my uncles Greg and Jim. My van was completely loaded with family belongings, including my grandfather's grandfather clock, my grandmother's china, silver and glassware, ten boxes of family photos, a box of slides, another box of family films and videos, a couple of dining room chairs, my father's old microphones, stands and speakers, a VCR, a printer, a lamp, a huge wall mirror, and who knows what else? (I still haven't finished unpacking the van.)


Usually, the trip TO a destination is more fun than the trip home. This time, however, the trip there was uneventful and not unpleasant, but not nearly as much fun as the first day traveling back.


Let's see... there was the "Girls Gone Wild" tour bus that I passed. It was funny to see such a caricature of American entertainment traveling down the road.






I decided to stop at Hershey Park on the way, which is only about five minutes from the highway and very convenient for anyone traveling that route. It was raining, so the place was nearly deserted. I was told they had been very busy the week before and during the weekend, but around 2 p.m. on a Tuesday afternoon in the rain, not so much. There were no lines, few people, and I really enjoyed the free ride-style tour I took.






They have other things you can pay to do, including chocolate tastings, 3-D movies, and numerous other entertainment options, but I was trying to make sure I had enough time to rest later that night by the time I got to my hotel halfway point, so I opted for the quick and the free.


When I first got inside, I went to the ladies room, and heard a little kid say to his mom in the next stall: "I have so much in me! I have, like, 20 poops in me!" That ALONE was worth the trip. Leave it to a kid to say something so completely honest and so hilarious! Priceless memories are made of things such as this... reminds me of a trip my cousin and brother and I took with my parents to Indiana when we were kids, and all the way home we rolled huge Tootsie Rolls into balls and called them "ploppers", which were supposed to represent round little balls of poop. Yep. Kids love to make jokes about poop, which we did for about eight hours. No wonder my dad died at age 38! (More about the story behind that joke later.)


After the tour, I bought some day-old cookies in the gift shop at the Hershey factory and hit the road again.


When I got to the hotel a couple of hours later, I forgot my car keys in the hotel room, and at the exact same moment I realized it, the Peanuts theme began to play over the intercom. Was this the Universe reminding me that I am Charlie Brown's twin sister? Or perhaps it was an ominous warning of things to come...


Hours later, I went to get something from my car and slipped and fell on the sopping wet floor in the lobby entrance area, and I hear a voice singing "I'm here for you when you fall." Ok. That's some pretty extreme synchronicity, and it gives me the creeps when it happens... makes me wonder if I'm hallucinating. SURELY there couldn't be REAL music playing such appropriate words at such a time? I'd almost RATHER believe I'm hallucinating than to think that the law of averages even once in a while manages to chaotically bring such events together by accident.


I told the woman on duty about the fall and asked her to please move the rug after getting the water up. She said she would. Half an hour later when I went down for some ice, she had done NOTHING. I called her over and showed her what I was talking about and lectured her on how, if someone in their 60's or 70's had fallen as hard as I had, they'd probably have broken a hip or hit their head and died of a subdural hematoma. She acted as though I was a nuisance, which disgusted me further.


I went to the car again to take my bags out so I wouldn't have to do anything in the morning but get in the car and go, and found myself locked out when my key wouldn't work. (Static electricity most likely caused the magnetic strip to de-magnetize.) I had to wait for her to get back down to the lobby from her rounds of putting receipts under doors before I could get back in, and was beginning to wonder if I was going to have to spend the night outside.


The same woman who had nothing but apathy over the safety issues earlier said to me quite snarkily that there was a sign (20 feet away from the door I was locked out of) saying she'd be back shortly. It was a sign someone MIGHT have been able to read five feet away, but most certainly not 20 feet away and through double glass doors.


By morning, I was VERY sore and bruises were already starting to pop up. I hadn't slept from the pain. I talked to the manager, and she let me stay over at no additional charge, which was a nice gesture, but as I told her, the woman on duty the night before was my main concern - I wanted her to be re-trained on safety issues and priorities. When someone falls and brings a dangerous hazard to your attention, I don't care how busy you are, you need to take care of that so nobody else is in danger of hurting themselves. I'm ok - apparently I have VERY strong bones. (Could it be all the cheese, milk, ice cream and yogurt?) But what about someone else who might have fallen and NOT been ok?


I then went up to my room and dropped my key. I bent over to pick it up, and managed to hit my head HARD on the corner of the desk. I wondered if maybe downstairs in the lobby the song "Bang Your Head" might be playing?


I almost lost my head (pun intended) for a moment and started believing that the hotel was a sentient being trying to kill me. Hey, you would too after all of that! Don't deny it!


After getting some rest the following evening, I hit the road again and got back into town around 9 a.m. I went by my grandparents' house to bring them a few things before going home, and discovered that my step-grandmother was selling an old car she no longer needed or wanted the expense of insuring. My roommate really needed a car, so I arranged for that purchase to take place, and of course, ended up spending the entire day on it. (How silly of me to think I would get home in the morning and go straight to bed! Aaaahahahhahaha! That's hilarious!)


Booger was really glad to see me, and I spent some time loving on him. What a great dog. All dogs are pretty great, but of course, to me, no dog is as great as my Booger. I missed him so much, and he literally would not leave my side for days, as though he was afraid I was going to disappear for another week and a half.


So there you have it. My trip home in a nutshell. Of course there was bullshit involved. There always seems to be, but I really did enjoy the first day on the road back.


All in all, the trip there and back was good for me, as was the visit with my uncles. We spent some time down in the movie room watching old videos of the family and got misty-eyed a couple of times at seeing the family members together who have been gone for years now.


Bittersweet memories of the past shared together... it makes the present seem that much more special. Or, as my father said in a poem he published in a chaplet not long before he died in 1985:


To Go Back

The desire to go back
Is a strange one
For I know it cannot be fulfilled
And yet, I'd rather have the desire
Than not

For it places a value on the past
Which is transcendent
To the present and future
Since, in only time
They, too, will be past


A.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Two Atheists and a Christian: Guess Who's Coming To Thanksgiving Dinner?

What do you get when you mix a straight atheist libertarian (me), a gay atheist psychiatrist liberal (my uncle), his Christian husband, a straight female Episcopal priest, and her Christian husband? Not only is it one of the most bizarre mixes of mostly non-blood-related folks (except my uncle and I) ever to sit down to Thanksgiving dinner, but it makes for some very interesting conversation.

My uncle's husband goes to an Episcopal church in Massachusetts. We were all invited to his priest's home for Thanksgiving dinner, so that's how we spent the holiday.

I grew up in a Christian family and attended a variety of churches as a child, depending on where my father happened to be playing the organ on any given Sunday. By the time I was seven years old, we had chosen an Episcopal church for our "home" church, and I was baptized there when I was eight.

First, let me say that as an atheist myself, I am often shunned by atheists who believe that Christians (or any other religionists) are to be avoided at all costs. Many atheists/non-believers focus on the damage that has been done by people in the name of religion and are thusly quite hostile toward religion itself and the people who are involved with it in any way.

I went through that stage myself, but at some point, I outgrew it. To put it in perspective, I am very saddened by the damage people often do to one another with guns. However, I do not see the logic in hating guns, nor do I see the logic in avoiding all people who keep guns in their home. I recognize that some use their guns for their own safety and protection, and do not associate them with those who use guns to rob liquor stores.

Perhaps an even better analogy: I recognize that sex is an integral part of human nature. We are hard-wired for it. Men and women alike experience sexual desire even when neither is able to reproduce. The urge for sex is purely physiological in this case, and serves no purpose beyond the physiological benefits derived from chemicals produced in the body/brain in the process.

Similarly, religion is actually something for which humans are hard-wired. Despite the fact that I do not agree with his point of view 100%, Matthew Alper, author of The God Part of the Brain: A Scientific Interpretation of Human Spirituality and Godmakes that point quite eloquently. The fact that religious belief and behavior is a very basic instinct and that there may be some adherents who become aggressive and violent towards others as a result in no way makes the religious less intelligent or more dangerous in and of itself, any more than someone who indulges in non-reproductive sex is more likely to rape someone simply because they are giving in to primal urges. It is foolish to associate every religious person with terrorists who blow up airplanes and commit mass murder.

Similarly, while I am disgusted by the many tragedies inflicted on the human race by religionists throughout history, I recognize that religion comes from our need to assign explanations to things we do not understand, and I recognize that, as humans, our psychological ability to see things clearly and avoid losing our perspective when getting caught up in cultural rituals is in a very early stage of evolution, and that each individual is also in a different stage of that evolution.

For that reason, I tend to ignore those who, like me, are without belief and call themselves atheists, but criticize me simply because I do not always feel extremely uncomfortable around or isolate myself from every person having anything to do with religion as they seem to need to do. Anyone who is unable to function in the presence of those who are religious simply because they themselves are atheists have made atheism their religion, and I tend to feel more uncomfortable around those people than I do around those who practice other religions. Religion (using the "scrupulous conformity" definition) is something I try to avoid regardless of what form it may take.

Having explained my position on religion, let's look at some of our similarities and differences as discussed at the table. (You might expect that many disagreements would arise, but it turns out that, for the most part, we all see things very similarly.)

All five of us present shared a concern for terrorism issues and public safety. However, on this issue I was the odd one out, since I am a libertarian and not comfortable with unreasonable searches for any reason, especially when the goal is not actually reached by said unreasonable search.

The Fourth Amendment

The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.


You'll notice that I have highlighted the "persons" and "probable cause" in the above statement. Many people seem to have forgotten that a) you have a right to privacy (in America) of your PERSON, regardless of where you are, either at home or in public, and b) the requirement for probable cause is not met in random, invasive searches at airports. The fact that one is attempting to board a plane in no way implies that they are likely to be carrying weapons or that there is probable cause for a search.

The problem I have with the whole "airport security" ruse, is that, even if there is no ill-intent on the part of our government or the T.S.A., there is a natural movement in the direction of any government action that tends to beget more restriction on freedom, and when you allow a little here and a little there, it starts at the airport, and it ends up in your home.

What difference is there in being forced to submit to an unreasonable search at the airport in the name of security and being forced to submit to an unreasonable search in your home in the name of security? After all, I'm sure that somewhere in America, terrorists are being harbored in someone's home. Giving safe harbor to a fugitive from justice or a terrorist is a crime. The fact that someone is doing it, by the same logic people are giving for forcing unreasonable searches at the airport, also gives credibility to the argument that every home in America should be subject to search randomly and without probable cause, just in case someone might or could possibly be harboring a fugitive or terrorist. Sorry, but that bread doesn't fit in my toaster.

It's not that I don't trust my government or the American individual serving on behalf of the government and their intent. It's that I recognize our tendency to allow things to get out of perspective in our minds and out of hand in our reality. We can't just arbitrarily draw the line at not allowing unreasonable searches in our homes. Either you allow unreasonable searches in the name of security everywhere, or you require probable cause everywhere. Probable cause is the ONLY protection you will EVER have against anyone invading your privacy in the name of safety or in the name of justice. If you are an American, you value your privacy. If you value your privacy, you must be diligent in protecting it, even from well-meaning gov-bots trying to feed their families by invading it in the name of safety and "your own good".

I was also the odd one out on the issue of taxes and government programs to help feed the poor and provide health care and other basic needs. While we all five agreed that it is the right thing to do to help those who can not help themselves, and while we all five share the desire to do so, I am pretty sure that I was the only one who is not comfortable giving that power and responsibility to the government, and here is why I see it that way:

First, I believe that it is very cynical (and it makes me very sad) to imply that the only way Americans are able to achieve our goals of helping others is to force everyone to do it by taking money from their paychecks. That is one of the things I dislike about religion, since it is based on the belief that the only moral compass available to humans is through a religious text designed to control the population, rather than our own inner moral-compass and conscience. Creating laws to force people to help others takes away not only our freedom to choose by which means we choose to provide for those who are in need of assistance (more efficient vs. less efficient, hands-on vs. hands-off) but it also tends to create apathy in the minds of those who have become accustomed to letting "other people" worry about "that kind of thing", rather than staying in touch with the humanitarian aspects of being involved on a personal level.

Those of us who have so many taxes taken from our paychecks that we can not afford to take time off from work in order to serve at a soup kitchen, for example, or choose to help a specific family who just lost their home and possessions in a fire, are cheated out of the most valuable aspect of service: the personal connection and bond created within the community and society in general when individual choice is made and action taken.

Furthermore, there are many reasons why government programs are less desirable than private organizations and their programs.

Several years ago, I completed a certificate program at the University of Tennessee in Non-Profit Management. I also completed studies in government grant-writing. One of the main focuses in non-profit management is making sure goals are met as efficiently as possible, while also ensuring that efficiency does not come at the cost of effectiveness. Diligent efforts must be made to ensure that the client (recipient of aid) who has the need is actually having the need met in a meaningful way, as opposed to simply handing out benefits to anyone who writes the correct answers on an application for assistance. (ala our government programs).

When it comes to grant-writing, I learned that the organization receiving the grant is limited in the way that they are allowed to use the funds to the point that effectiveness is often sacrificed. How much better would it be for Americans to choose the most efficient, effective organizations which they support with their own personal donations than to have the government assume that they are too apathetic, lazy and stupid to do so and make the decisions for them based, not on the reality of situations being addressed, but on paperwork often misrepresenting the true needs of the organizations attempting to assist those in need.

I have seen charitable organizations forced to restructure their entire operations in order to be eligible for specific government grants, only to be refused funding or, upon receiving funding, find themselves unable to help those most in need because they do not represent the right ratio of demographics and/or other criteria.

Furthermore, government assistance agencies are often made up of apathetic employees who are only showing up to work in order to collect benefits and pay far out of line with what is available to employees in the free market. As a result, they, themselves, are often the recipients of more taxpayer supported benefits (in the form of out-of-line wages/employee benefits) than anyone being served by their agency. What's worse, the government agency is guaranteed funding regardless of how badly they manage funds and/or implement programs, while organizations that are supported by private donations are required to strive for ever-higher standards of service and efficiency in order to earn the continued support of their private donors. That alone is reason enough to motivate any thinking country to move away from government mandates and toward private solutions.

I also find it ironic that there are many religious folks involved with helping those in need through the church and its programs, yet so many are also for giving the government the power and responsibility for doing the same thing. Religious or not, churches and/or secular/atheist non-profits are much better at helping people than governments, if only because they have a more community-oriented way of doing so and because of the difference in the way the aid is received by the beneficiary. Receiving benefits from a generic government agency creates a sense of entitlement. Receiving aid from a church or non-profit tends to create an attitude of gratitude.

I think we can all agree, entitlement begets dependence and laziness, while gratitude begets motivation and a sense of well-being, both essential to picking oneself up by the boot straps and overcoming whatever hardship has befallen the individual.

Interestingly, I sensed that all five of us present at the table agreed more on religion than anything else. One of the people at the table who is a Christian clearly does not know or care whether the supernatural claims made in religious texts are true and/or accurate, but is more focused on the service aspect of religion. It is more a cultural practice than a belief in the supernatural that motivates many people to be so involved in their church, and many atheists forget that.

We discussed how some religious folks use their religious texts to exclude and hate others, and the Christians present were just as disgusted by this as we atheists were. The priest shared how she had received several e-mails from a former church member complaining that she would not return to the church unless and until they removed the rainbow flag from the collection of banners flying in front of the church. This complainant also went on to compare the rainbow flag to the confederate flag, failing to notice the difference between an exclusionary/exclusive flag representing hate of others and an inclusive flag representing acceptance and letting a specific group know that they are welcome.

We also discussed the fact that I have a family member who is a victim of some deplorable practices by the Catholic church, and how I've always found it ironic that the Catholic church, so traditionally un-accepting of homosexuals, seems to have so many homosexual pedophiles in their ranks. Ironic is perhaps not the word so much as hypocritical.

All of us present at the table share the same moral values (do no harm to others, help others unable to help themselves, make your life count for something). The only significant difference is that I, as an atheist, do not put my moral values in the same container as supernatural beliefs and call it by a religious name.

Still, the fact that religious folks, some of whom do not believe in the supernatural any more than I, find comfort in rituals and traditions and wisdom in stories found in religious texts, makes them no more or less moral than any atheist, and no more delusional or unintelligent than any atheist.

There are political extremists and religious extremists, and neither politics nor religion are going away. If we are to grow as a species, we are going to have to learn not to blame the label or the person wearing it, but the behavior of the individual choosing to misuse the cultural association as a vehicle for their insanity and destruction to be inflicted on others.

There are people who are so into their "gaming" fantasies that they sometimes commit atrocities upon other humans in real life. This does not equate for a need to eliminate fantasy games. It equates to a need to encourage more human interaction and less reasons to avoid it. Getting the government out of our lives as much as possible is a start. Reaching out to others in meaningful ways and eliminating attitudes and behaviors that amount to character assassination based on assumptions, lies, politics or prejudice will build momentum and speed toward the ultimate finish line of the better world we all claim to seek.

The origins of America were about a variety of people coming together for a common goal born of a desire to be free of interference from a religion-oriented government that forced itself on all citizens. Today, I celebrate Thanksgiving with the hope that more of us will adopt the common goal of ensuring that we can be free of as much government interference as possible so that we may continue to make our own choices and create room for more improvements in all aspects of our lives according to the people inhabiting our country, not according to bureaucratic paperwork, the expense of which could itself have fed, clothed and cared for many people.

The five of us didn't all agree on the best means for achieving our goals, but we are clearly all caring, intelligent, kind, moral folks sharing similar goals for ourselves and the world we inhabit.

Five people of differing political and religious views, sexual preferences, and representing ages ranging throughout several decades sitting down to celebrate our gratitude and I can honestly say that it was one of the most enjoyable Thanksgiving celebrations I have ever experienced. Who knew?

A.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Dominoes On A Treadmill

It would seem that much of what some of us experience in life is the equivalent of being on a treadmill, and trying to successfully set up a line of dominoes while keeping up with the ever-increasing speed of events in our lives.


A friend of mine, whom I've written about on my blog before, lost her mother over the summer. We were all so sure that, aside from the grief of her terrible loss, her life would improve since she would finally be able to leave the house once in a while after years of caring for her ailing mother 24/7.


Unfortunately, her newfound freedom only resulted in her discovery that her husband had been cheating on her while she was caring for her mother over the years, which led to her current pending divorce and having to move from a decent-sized house into a tiny apartment with her adoptive four-year-old. Now, in addition to her grief, she has no more freedom than she did before, since she is now a single parent trying to support herself and her child.


My situation is slightly better than hers, with me attempting to recover from five years of not being able to work and earn a living wage thanks to the federal government. (No, I'm not Kevin Mitnick and I did not hack into the C.I.A.'s computer, but tell that to the feds.) I struggle, but considering that I've only had nine months of employment freedom, I think I'm doing as best as can be expected, especially considering that the economy is tough and some people aren't even able to get a minimum wage job.


And then there are days like yesterday, when I have very important things that must get done, that the treadmill suddenly increases its grade, speeds up, and seems to scatter all of the dominoes of progress like leaves in the wind.


It started last month with what I call "the iPhone fiasco", which resulted in me being given a replacement phone (an upgrade from a 3Gs to an iPhone 4 at no cost). With the new phone, I had to reload all of my apps (they did not transfer over from the restore). Monday was the first time I had used the AT&T app. on the new phone to make my wireless service payment, so I had to re-enter my information in order to do so. Problem:  I thought that tapping the "confirm" button to confirm my information had actually been the "make payment" button. It was not.


When did I discover this? Why, after my service was suspended in the middle of the day yesterday while in the middle of trying to deal with an issue at my bank, caused by yet another event from six months ago.


Earlier this year, the bank account my roommate and I use for household bills had an unauthorized ACH transaction of $4.95 from a company neither I nor my roommate recognized. The transaction had been initiated in my name according to the company, and when I called the bank to dispute it, they said they would flag the account against any future transactions from that company. However, they went "above and beyond" and put a "watch" on the account, supposedly designed to prevent future unauthorized transactions from any other company via online draft or ACH transaction.


Six months later, me creating a draft from a check I received and depositing it set off a red flag at the bank and caused major chaos. Not only did it take forever for me to get the accurate info. from the bank as to what was going on, but there were about five different stories floating between my bank and the check-writer's bank, and because of all of the confusion, the check writer's account was frozen and they ended up having to close their account, open a new account, and send a cash equivalent to me.


Now, we all know how inconvenient it is to have to deal with a bank for any reason, but to have to close your account and open a new one and then set up all of your direct deposits, bill-pay transactions, automatic debits, etc. all over again? WHAT A PAIN!!! The chaos for me was nill compared to the chaos the check-writer went through, and I feel responsible because it was my bank that caused all of the trouble, and the fact that their intentions were good doesn't make it any easier on anyone.


But wait, it gets better!


Right in the middle of all of this, my mobile phone service is suspended for nonpayment, since I didn't ever tap the "submit" button, thinking I had already done it when I had actually only hit the "confirm" button. This means that my phone, my roommate's phone, and another phone used by a family member, all of which are in my name under my account, were suspended.


My iPhone is only cost-effective because I was grandfathered in under the unlimited data plan and use it to replace a land-line phone and internet service, since I have successfully jailbroken and unlocked my iPhone and can use Cydia / Rock's non-Apple apps. to make my phone into a personal WiFi unit. (For more information, see this link.)


However, this means that I have absolutely no way of communicating with the world (or vice versa) if my service goes out, and of course, as Murphy's Law would have it, this would occur right in the middle of an attempt to resolve a very important banking issue.


So, I successfully make the payment using my iPhone, but am only able to do so by calling 611 and using their automated system, which tells me my service should be restored within 30 minutes. Oh, and there is a $36 "service reconnection fee".


An hour later, still no phone service. I can't call them, because the 611 number tells me my service has been suspended and will only take payments, even though I've already made my payment, and requires me to call from a different phone in order to speak to an actual live person until my service is restored, which is why I need to talk to someone in the first place. Conundrum-city!


Finally, with the help of my neighbor, I was able to get through to someone and they restored my service and waived the $36 reconnect fee.


In the end everything was resolved, but the amount of time it took out of not only my day but the entire day of two other people, really upsets me. The entire afternoon was totally shot, and it seems to me that things like this occur far too often in too many people's lives.


I often wonder if we were to put a monetary value on the amount of time lost due to things like this what the total cost would be. I'm guessing we'd all show a loss of at least $100,000 over a lifetime.


I know people who have lost much productivity because their internet service isn't working and they end up spending hours on the phone with tech. support, only to get told it's an equipment problem, when really it's a service provider problem or vice versa. It can take three hours just to get a simple issue addressed because of poor customer service rep. communication skills. or because companies tend to set up their computer scripts to assume that the problem is the result of anyone's failure or equipment issue but their own.


It sucks, but if you're going to participate in life, you can't get off the treadmill, because life IS the treadmill. So, here's taking another deep breath and preparing for another day of treadmill climbing. I hope for a level grade, but I only expect it to get steeper.


A.