Friday, August 10, 2012

Don’t turn you back on a cute squirrel.


The other day I was sitting at my desk writing something when a movement caught my eye. I turned and looked out and saw a squirrel with something in its mouth. Looked like maybe a baby. As I watched, it jumped up on a 4 x 4 short post and sat there. The object it was carrying was a very dead mouse. No doubt at all. And then it was gone. No time for a picture.
Today I looked around the internet for “squirrel carries dead mouse” and found only one blog that mentioned it. Pam Roach (1), Washington State Senator, reported the same thing in 2009. The only mention. Not good enough. So I entered “squirrel eats mouse” and bingo. Several hits including the article (2) below that has a video of a veterinarian talking about squirrels that do eat meat on occasion, a picture of a squirrel eating a baby bird, and a video of a squirrel eating a fresh-killed mouse.

So I wasn’t nuts. Next time you see one of those cute little critters, don’t turn your back.
Image: http://www.scarysquirrel.org/special/carny2010/carny2.jpg
1. http://pamroachreport.blogspot.com/2009/09/squirrel-carries-dead-mouse-up-tree.html

2. http://www.scarysquirrel.org/special/carny2010/index.html

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

My “Coming Out Story”

Our sons and their spice

It was the Sunday after Thanksgiving. Sally and I were sitting at the dining room table with our oldest son. He was getting ready to go back to his place, a couple of hours away, having spent the holiday with us. He said in a somewhat nervous voice “I have something to tell you”. Pause. “I’m gay”. I looked at Sally and said “And - - -“. And then one of us started the conversation by saying something like, yes, we know. He may have been a little surprised. He looked a bit like it. I asked if he had a steady and the said yes, I am seeing someone. I said in return that any partner of his would be welcome to join the family but there was a deal breaker. He looked suspicious and a maybe a little resigned.
Gays are rejected by a lot of people in their lives. Friends who didn’t know and can’t accept them as they are. Strangers who hate them but have no idea who they are. Religions that think they choose their life in some blasphemic statement. Families who are frightened or ignorant and cannot get past their own feelings of hate or guilt or whatever. And parents like the Dad that wrote the letter (1) that prompted this essay.
So our son was probably prepared to be disappointed while at the same time knowing that we were loving parents and liberal to the core. I dropped the bomb. Yes, I said there is a deal breaker. We don’t care what religion or color or age or occupation he may be. We do want him to be a loving and caring man. But the deal breaker is this: I don’t want him here if he is a Republican.

Silence, then a smile then hugs and some tears of joy. We have a fine Democrat son-in-law. Loving and caring. Matt did all right. So did John. So did we.
Image: Author

1. http://thenewcivilrightsmovement.com/fathers-hateful-letter-to-gay-son-after-coming-out-goes-viral/news/2012/08/07/45756

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Private Prison Anyone? Invest and get Rich.


Here is a sure way to get rich: Build a private prison then contract with a State or the Federal government to house prisoners. Set the daily rates high enough to make a tidy profit while cutting costs to the bone. Want more money? Lobby the State or Federal government to increase the number of laws that require incarceration and lobby for stronger sentencing guidelines to put more people away for longer sentences.
Want a surefire population to incarcerate? Go after illegals. Lobby for strict state laws that require arrest without deportation. Lobby for less money to be spent on public defenders and more on prosecution. Lobby for no bail or high bail to keep the illegals from running back to their home country.
Want a surefire way to get your way? Donate tons of money to politicians and parties that will support you lobby efforts.

Oh, I forgot. The private prison industry is already doing this. You missed your chance at riches by about 10 years. Sorry. Never mind.
BUT WAIT!!! You could do the same for PRIVATE EDUCATION and call it a Charter School Movement. Ooops. Already done. Sorry. Never mind.
Image: http://www.paulsjusticeblog.com/pic10/PunishmentforSaleC1.jpg



Monday, August 6, 2012

How do you spell “GUTS”?



I spell it with three words: Oscar and Ellie.
Oscar, the runner without lower legs and Ellie, the little girl without lower legs or lower arms. These two people are such an inspiration that it makes me weep to see and hear able bodied people whine and carp about their abs, or their upper body strength or their fat asses. Take one look at these pictures and the accomplishments of the two of them and be forever humbled. Abs my ass. I have legs and arms and don’t even think about them. No more speeches. Just look at the pictures and Google the people: Oscar Pistorius and hers is Ellie Challis. Just look at the images and you will have a better day. I promise. You can’t help but be inspired.


A Theist. Atheist.

Easy to Tell What You Are.

If someone tells you that they are a Theist, you don't think much about it. But if they say they are an Atheist, you may get nervous. So relax. I am not an Atheist but I definitely do not believe in any kind of god. As I understand religion, all of them, you have to take the “god” on faith. That is what belief is all about. NO EVIDENCE.
The Atheist's problem is the same: no evidence that there isn't one somewhere. So personally I think there isn't one.
I also think that there is much absence of any god actually giving a damn.
I was raised to be a Christian. Confirmed. Baptized. Even thought about becoming a priest! Then the science soaked in. Where is the evidence? I asked myself. Couldn't find any I answered. Why not I asked? Isn't any I answered.
So. I had to "come out" as an atheist. Not easy to a lapsed Catholic mother and a "pillar of the church" father. They "clucked" and essentially told me that I would eventually come to my senses. I have, and there still is no evidence.
Even now I avoid the inevitable fruitless discussions by answering to the inevitable question: "I don't go to church. I'm not a Christian." Very few follow up. One of the perks of being a non-believer is no fear of eternal punishment and damnation from a loving god. I sleep at night. Another perk is no tithe to a sexist homophobic chauvinist bunch of old men (yes, some young ones too).
And, I don't always have to find out WWJD before doing anything. I pretty much know WWJD and pretty much agree with him. Instead I ask WWWD, and then just DO it.
On balance I probably miss some social contact with nice people, but many are kind of closed minded, and wouldn't want to hear the facts as I understand them anyway. Over the years the majority of my friends have been and are believers. Real friends. The kind that accept you for what and who you are, not what they think you should believe.
And as for being a former Atheist? Well, the absence of proof does not in and of itself constitute proof. So having no proof of the absence of any kind of god makes those who claim no god a kind of reverse believer. So in that sense I am definitely a believer. I believe that there are no gods. Many of you believe that there are. Who is right? Why I am, of course. “Woody said it, I believe it and that is the end of it.”

Image:http://thebarkingatheist.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/315360_393279067399032_955795267_n.jpg?w=604

Sunday, August 5, 2012

"Dear Dr. Search" It Started


“Dear Dr. Search, I was a student of yours in the early 1980's. I just wanted to let you know that you had a profound influence on my life. You gave me the confidence to pursue a degree in biology which lead to a degree as a doctor of optometry which I have been practicing for almost 20 years. Thank You for making a difference.

Sincerely, Dr. L.C.M, OD.”

Knock me down with a feather! She took my courses more than 25 years ago and yesterday took the time to send me a note. This is the kind of feedback all teachers crave above salary and honors. This is the real Honor. When one goes into teaching it is often in the face of better career paths with greater financial payoffs at the end. The profession is a “calling” of sorts. We thrive on the success of our students, and only rarely get feedback years later. This is one reason I love to “friend” former students on Facebook. I get to see what they are doing and sometimes get to interact one way or the other.
Dr. M. doesn’t live too far from here, and one day I may drop in to her office and just say “Hello and Thanks.” I have already sent her a thank you email.
The Search Lesson here? If you remember a teacher that made a difference in your life many years ago, track them down and let them know. I swear it will be like giving a Vampire a fresh neck to bite. Yes, that good.


Image: http://rochestersage.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/chalkboardtomlinson.jpg