Reviving blog!
Reading Paul Johnson's history of the world this (last) century has been stimulating.
Trump's regime calls up historical tragedies of the not too distant past: Franco, Hitler.
I fear we underestimate the scale of harm that we face. We need greater scope of imagination to anticipate the actions of which he (and a wide and seemingly callous

corps of destructive people) is capable. I intend to explore some of the fantastic possibilities that reading history suggests may lie in our future.
Autocrats are  rather removed from the results of their actions, Hitler never visited a death camp.
Trump, re/ the many federal employees who are furloughed or working without pay: "They'll adjust. They always adjust."
At his NJ resort, his bed was made by an illegal immigrant. He rants about the violent, perverted tendencies of illegal immigrants. How does his "mind" work?
We must not be too averse to wading in muck to root out this threat to the country, or in pushing back on the immoral backers who look to him to effect their fear backed reactions to their imaginings.

After the US Senate report on torture, the CIA is catching hell over “enhanced interrogation”. I find it surprising that still a number of apologists are eager to say that it was ok, while fudging whether they are in favor of more torture in the future; pretty much all Republican. At least McCain has spoken out. Otherwise: Shameful.

When government and spokesmen and former officials lack all sense of shame, surely this is a sign of decay of integrity. This is indeed a victory for “terrorism”. 

Much talk of whether torture was productive, that is, did it result in useful information? Expert tonight said, yes, sometimes it can result in useful information. However, that might have been obtainable without breaking all the rules. (The military, who perpetrated more of this heinousness, is not called to task just yet). Yet no one is talking about the toll on the pawns,  who carried out the abuse. Besides the damage to captives, none of whom could legally be tortured, what  of the guards and torturers, whither their consciences; what remains of their future ability to decide to act morally or not? 

More broadly, what becomes of this nation’s identity when its government has tortured captives-- in the name of its people, in order to protect them in their panic?

This issue is going to divide along ideological lines. What this means is that many are going to feel social pressure to follow a party line, to defend or decry torture based on party loyalty. What a tortured polity.

Happy year end

In the rear of Black Friday, Cyber Monday, and Giving Tuesday, I am posting my Christmas Card,  wishing all a Happy Yearend, my personally crafted holiday. Each year, to celebrate the dead end of the calendar, perhaps I will post a blog, sufficiently in advance of the day celebrated so as to be credible as a true holiday in the American Hallmark card rack.  2014 has been a long year. An Anus Horibilus.

Many things last too long. Political campaigns, Christmas shopping "seasons", even Halloween has become a month-long feast of decoration, parties and high fructose corn syrup. How many things would be improved by shortening? Commercials, football games, soccer games, surely, would all be improved. The last two minutes of football and basketball games, eternities akin to the life of a ham in the refrigerator of a single person, would all benefit by trimming.

Conversely, some things are too short.( Male concupiscence comes to mind. "Get behind a month in your work, and catch up in 10 minutes", as the old curmudgeon intoned.) But seriously, having reached the age of 66, I am working to extend my viability so that I may enjoy life into my 8th or 9th decades. More on that later. Things that are too short:

Semesters are ridiculously hurried affairs, lasting a few weeks in fall or spring, needfully punctuated by breaks, due to the hectic pace of assignments, all peppered with attractive distractions of a cultural or entertainment nature that are constantly offered. For instance, recently I was able to attend a lecture by Robert Lustig, the doctor who campaigns for a rational limit to the sugaring of America, warning us of the dangers and risks of fructose consumption, including diabetes, heart disease and obesity. I was able attend his talk because I don't heed the many deadlines and pressures that oppress my "fellow" undergrads (many of whom carry a job as well as a full schedule). I am not studying to get a degree, and so I am much less pressured, for which I am grateful.

Another season that I nominate for shortening is that of our country's incivility, violence, indifference, apathy and ignorance. Ferguson, Missouri has been a fine sample of the legacy of 400 years of all of the above. The only newsworthy aspect of official murder, as practiced routinely,  is the spirited opposition of the usually compliant community. They protested not just the killing of one man, however flawed, but also the thuggishness of policing that is endemic in the whole country.

However, let us not lose sight of this: police behavior is a part of government policy, and reflects attitudes that are harmful to certain communities, that is, these violent acts speak to the will and consent of other, misguided groups.  Dumb politicians like Michelle Bachmann reflect views of some voters, who send them to Washington. The sorry souls like her, who rush to rise up in front of congregations of dolts, are not the real problem. The congregated, insulated and motivated people behind them are the source of their power. Jefferson warned us. (While, I'm sure, forbidding his slaves to learn to read.) Education is costly, but ignorance reaps a terrible price.

Back to levity and jocularity. Obama did more to lower the deficit, slow the rate of National debt increase, lower unemployment, lower oil prices, and increase deportations of illegal workers (while fining their employers) than his predecessors. He has also lofted more drone missiles at our enemies. These last two might have soothed his enemies. Not. He also made great strides towards rationalization of healthcare, and increased energy development of less polluting fuels.  His response to the Great Recession saved us from a fate such as the E.U. is now enduring, though he couldn't achieve a robust recovery with what he knew and who opposed his efforts.  But despite all this he is defamed and disrespected luridly. Unfathomable.

So, my thanks to Jon Stewart and Steven Colbert: for bringing laughter and ridicule to our political culture. They have been so important in fighting the tide of group think that drums away at the simple minds, Fox-like, endlessly repeating Reagan bumper stickers about the problem: government. I believe Government must do what we cannot do individually, what must be done for all. It is vital. Why is this statement edgy?

Lack of government virility is evidenced in our Ebola problem. Why must Doctors Without Borders plead for nations' and private donors' resources to fight the disease? Why are the American people not strenuously represented by our government, making sure that we fight for the eradication of the virus at its source? Granted, we are now doing some work, but why are resources still lacking in Africa, after over 7,000 deaths? Can we as a country be that detached? Skipping over infrastructure needs, banks, jerrymandering, climate change deniers, voter suppression, let me just go on.

To my friends who suffer from self-inflicted health problems: snap out of it. It took me long enough! Diabetes 2 folks: cut out the effing carbs, including alcohol. If you care too much about your tasting pleasures, try to think of the loss when you die early. IBF, skin problems, overweight, high BP, metabolic syndromers: get right with your food. Fat eaten does not make fat. It's the potatoes, bread, soft drinks, beer and candy. Cut that Sh*t out. I want you around to read my crappy diatribes next year.

Gratitude list: Natalie Anne, she's great. Her FB followers and fans attest to her admiring friends. She doesn't let a friend go unless you really F*&k up. Family: mine has grown, but I'm grateful for my nucleus of children, their partners, cousins, and the family of handball and union and artists. I learned about my great grandparents this year, thanks to Ancestry.com and computers. Thanks to the University of Utah. There is nothing so valuable in a city like a great learning institution. Knowledge is a sea of wonder. Teachers are jewels that are waiting for us on the shore.

Spiral Jetty, on the Great Salt Lake, UT 

Natalie in Spring

Jackson Lake, WY.

Cone 10, crawl glaze with plum. vase.

 Cone 10 Reduction. untitled.

Cone 10 plate, untitled.

Last winter backyard.

Well, that is a bit of my thinking. Writing posts on Facebook just doesn't satisfy. Too short, as this is not.

Utah sights

We, Nat and I, went to see the migrating Tundra swans up near Corrine. We saw about a dozen birds, not the numbers we hoped to encounter, but it was a cool and windy, very sunny day in the fifties. We decided to visit the Golden Spike National Historical site, and got a tour of the locomotive shed where they work on the replicas of the two engines that were in the famous picture of the meeting of the rails in 1867. The workshop was a treat to explore as well. The two steam locomotives are exquisite. They travel only two miles of track during the season. Since we were only 16 miles from the spiral jetty, we made that short trip over well maintained gravel roads to the Great Salt Lake to see the iconic landscape sculpture.  This was a terrific day.

Three long-wished for sights in one lovely day. Natalie is the best traveling companion, equable, appreciative, patient and smart. 

Since we were so close to the Idaho border we went to Malad ID for BBQ and a shot at the $400 million lottery that goes off this week. WTH, riight?

Fall 2013

The govt is partially shutdown and the pols who encouraged or subborned the vandalism/extortion want to cherry pick what will reopen. Indignation and apprehension. What if this insanity is a preview of behavior similar to post 1918 Germany? Rational people could not then envision the power to destroy by a minority who are zealots and cynical opportunists. 

Tt

Satisfied, excited.

So I've been eating more mindfully for over a year.  I have been going to Weight Watchers and involving myself in Overeaters Anonymous, a great self-help group for eating problems.
I still was craving more food all the time, and yo-yo-ing within a five pound range, down 40 pounds from my high weight of 270.
I saw a book at the library site called "Beyond the Paleo Diet" and ordered it. I have since embarked on an experiment, with me as the only subject, to see if eating analogously to what our ancestors ate before they started farming would affect me well. Having tried it for a month, I am delighted with the results.
My weight is down, my diet has changed from one that has too much grains to one that has almost none. I have gone from eating a careful low fat (from mostly canola oil, some olive oil and fish) to no commercial seed oils, and increased olive oil, butter, coconut oil, grass-fed meat and wild-caught fish, along with eggs from free range chickens, high-cacao dark chocolate, walnuts, and of course, lots of vegetables and fruit.
I feel better, happier, healthier, fitter, and less, much less, focused on food. I like my food more, enjoy it immensely, get full quickly, and move on. My cravings for sweets and crackers and bread are gone.
I listen to The Latest in Paleo podcast, with Angelo Coppola, and am reading Loren Cordain and Nora Gedgaudas.
There are no absolutes. We don't know exactly what they ate 333 generations ago, but we do know what they could not have eaten: processed foods, high-fructose corn syrup, pink slime.
Grass fed beef doesn't look any different, and it costs more per pound. But it is packed with nutrients that are essential and that are unfortunately missing, leached out of industrial meat by feeding the animals grains to fatten them up for slaughter. Eating meat that is naturally nutritious makes a huge difference in my weight loss program, as long as I don't mix it with unhealthy processed food, sugar, or unhealthy fats.
This country, this world, is addicted to grain products, from corn to potatoes, to wheat, to alcohol, not to mention the glut of sugar in every conceivable product.  Resistance to the idea that a simple change, based on evolutionary studies of our ancient ancestors and the few remnants of hunter/gatherers, is stiff. Doctors decry their patients' lack of success losing unhealthy weight, but are unable to break the cycle of eating and bingeing on cheap calories.
If all the miracle interventions in medicine were to disappear tomorrow, but if doctors had the power to make their patients heed their advice to lose weight, and if they were all to eat paleolithically (in any of the many iterations of that diet that can exist); if these two conditions prevailed in the absence of surgeries and miracle drugs, but with the change everywhere to a healthy eating regimen, more lives would be saved than by modern medicine so far.

Recent work

Paintings and ceramics.

Paleo rocks

Malnourished world, come home to paleo papa.

Jim Harrison

He is the best novelist I've come across since St. Aubyn. Quite in a different vein. Digresses like Steinbeck. Sets up scenes and action like Cormac McCarthy. Draws characters like Leonard. Reading him is fun and elucidates aging, Indian culture shock, western issues, love. And he has been prolific.

Hey

Blogger is here on my iPhone waiting for words. Last read: Martin Amis, Lionel Asbo, the state of Engand. Last seen : Man with a horn, Kirk Douglas, Bacall, Doris Day. Last played: handball with Keith T.

Summer days

Should not be campaign time; it's too darn early!
Summer is for swimming and pottery.

May, the lovely month

Spring is brilliant, the light clearly bouncing from roses , hydrangeas, irises. The air soft and warm by day and coolly brisk at night.
I will go
To my first Bees ( triple-A baseball) game of this season with Radha tonight.
Last night Nat and I enjoyed Ira Glass' simulcast at the "16" on 33 S. Wednesday the Utah Opera. Last week I volunteered at a fundraiser for KUER Public Radio.

Spring in Salt Lake City. Spring in Las Vegas. Check out my pictures of the Gehry designed Cleveland Clinic in Las Vegas. The street view is of a slumping lattice of windows and stainless walls, like a melting exterior, a metaphor of the mind in dissolution and disease. I found it joyous and remarkable in it's bending of all the architectural banality we suffer.
We swung over to get a bettter look at the Ruvo clinic after a couple of hours of shopping at the outlet mall accross the street, in a neighborhood close to Las Vegas' downtown. I left Natalie with her iPhone and sudoku and entered through the ordinary-looking north side that contains offices and clinics. The South side with the crumpled stainless skin is a big meeting room separated by an airy courtyard with cafe tables and a matrix of supporting structures for the waving walls above.
Ruvo, a beverage distributor, donated over 100 mill to construct this center for those suffering from Alzheimers and other brain diseases, in memory of his father, who was so afflicted.
Our trip included a grueling visit to the Grand Canyon, a first for Natalie and me. Ten hours bus time to be at the GC for an hour-and-a-half. Still worth it (just). And we had q time at Trader Joes,
There was a pleasant time with cousins Wally and John/Larry and their wives Helen and Maureen. Natalie's first time seeing Wally and H. Considerable attention was paid to the NBA playoffs. We also had a visit with some friends in Mesquite at their lovely home: Big and beautiful.

Hello my friends

Salt Lake City in the late winter: brilliant sunshine, lightning snow storms, long long views. Ahh. The cordiality is contagious, the legislature ridiculous: the imagination fails to guess what kooks with no reins can cook up. Munich 1932? Could be.

Fabric sculpture by Naomi Marine, Fitch Gallery during Gallery Stroll, Salt Lake City. Wedding photo, SLC main library, home of the homeless, Architectural design by Safdie

Entrada Final

La Entrada Final de Spanish 1020.

¿Es termine? ¡No me diga! Hasta que el agosto pasado, he estudiado el español. La primera vez que traté a aprender esto lengua fue 1966, durante un viaje para México en coche. Aprendé poco, unas frases útiles, no más.

Dos o tres vez yo lo traté aprender, compré unos libros, y estudiaba español dos o tres meses; pero al final yo dejé leyendo. He tratado CDs, como Pimsler, para practicar hablando. Me alegro de estudie español en la universidad. Ahora puedo decir que hice que 9 meses que he leído, hablado, y escrito español. Siento gratitud al profesor y todas las gentes que han preparado los materiales educacionales.

Esto curso fue hibrido. Dos días de estudia fue para la computadora, y dos días el clase se encontró en OSH. La duración de la clase fue solo cincuenta minutos. Muchas cosas pasaba muy rápidamente cada día. Nos hablábamos nuestros ejercicios, al mismo tiempo conocimos nuevos amigos. El profesor, Tim Canon, nos ensañamos sobre varios sujetos. Sin embargo, el trabajo de aprendizaje, como le dice muchas veces, fue nuestros. El enseñador debe ayudarnos.

Me alegro de encontrar que puedo leer mucho en español. Español es una lengua hermosa, histórica, y muy expresiva. He hecho amistades nuevos con trabajados hispanohablantes, después de estudié español. Ahora voy a tener más oportunidades a hablar con personas hispanohablantes. Estoy muy contento a pensar de las posibilidades. Estoy muy contento a ser estudiante en la Universidad de Utah.

El semestre próximo estudiará español 2010. Mis clases serán por la noche, y las serán por dos horas cada noche. Ojalá que me las disfrutará tan como las clases del año pasado.

Las vacaciones de primavera fueron bienvenidas. La educación no es trabajo, es un regalo de aprendizaje. Aunque tengo la gratitud por lo, me alegré a ir para las vacaciones en el marzo pasado. No las empezaron bien. Tuve que cambiar aceite en mi carro, y el mecánico me dijo que la Jetta estuve enfermo. Después se la reparó, fuimos a campo de las piedras rojas, y la ciudad donde lo que ocurre en Vegas quite en Vegas.

En principio, nos visitamos nuestra amiga, Susan. Ella y Natalie, mi esposa trabajábamos para los Olímpicos de 2002, cuando las fueron amigas. Susan está muy artístico. En su casa hay muchas cosas hermosas, en la estila de Suroeste. El barrio donde la vive esta muy interesante. Los edificios construyan bajo y moreno, en un campo muy dramático. Cada casa tiene vistas muy buenas. Hay un centro de artistas también, con estudias de pintura, cerámica y la escultura ferra. El nombre de esto barrio es Kayenta, circa Ivins, UT.

For my non-spanish speaking friends, this is about my trying to get out of town for spring vac, and finding that I needed expensive work on my diesel Jetta. Fortunately my mechanic found a less expensive fix, and we were able to get to Kayenta, but had to cut short our plans to visit Zion. We spent some inspiring time with our friend, Susan. We are thinking about spending more time down south in redrock country. We made a short trip to vegas, to see the "M" where I did my last electrical job, and ate in one of the restaurants where I worked on lighting. We also took a short tour of City Center (sometimes called City Cemetery due to the hard toll it took on construction workers), including time spent in the Chihuly gallery. We also got to see the stunning Henry Moore marble sculpture and the canoe construction, a sculpture that consists of tens of canoes in every orientation, like a cloud of glued seed husks in bright colors. We drove 1000 miles in four days, and hit a snowstorm in Cedar on the way back. Spring travel in the lovely state of Utah.

hello friends

I haven't been so busy since working for old local 806 in the Hudson Valley, in New York. College is a test, I guess. I took one too many courses this semester. Last semester was just right for me. I need to feel that I can invest adequate time to each class so that I get the most from my opportunity to learn. Getting good marks is ok, but it should only be a reflection of sufficient work, a sign that the student gathered, harvested, studied, inhaled, in the orchard of apples.

What a good time: reading Dante, Chaucer, Augustine, Aquinas, Marx, Locke, Burke, Mill, Cervantes, Erasmus. I can only say to my friends who are mature enough to appreciate what is in the great books: jump in (again). Not only is youth wasted on the youth, but college is too. I know it's unfair to say that, and it's untrue. But it is more true that older minds can gain more from the wise men (and women) of the canon than the young. Experience gives relief (as in sculpture), compassion, understanding, and wonder, at the great minds who've left us their thoughts. Besides, most of my college educated friends were like my young classmates, just getting their tickets stamped on the way to fulfilling someone else's expectations. Now is the time to savor what riches are there for us.