Ease

March 18, 2010

Your smiling, or the hope, the thought of it,
Makes in my mind such pause and abrupt ease
As when the highway bridgegates fall

Richard Wilbur, A Simile for Her Smile

Ease

sitting in a bookstore
waiting on your call
wondrin’ where we’re headed
if this thing will work at all
phone is in my lap
book in my right hand
in a town where i’m a stranger
it’s more than I can stand
feel someone approaching
out the corner of my eye
look up and see you coming
and i’m such a happy guy

ain’t nothin’ in this big old world
to help me ease mind
like thinking of the moment
when I knew that you were mine
never thought i’d know such comfort
happiness and ease
like the feeling of contentment
wrapped up in a summer breeze

by Richard W. Bray

Ginger Crinkles and Poe (by Tim)

March 17, 2010

Poe

(Here is one for one of my favorite cookies of all time that my parents used to make and now I do. They kick ASS!)

GINGER CRINKLES

Ingredients:

2 1/4 cups flour
2 tsp baking soda
1/4 tsp salt
1 tsp ground cinnamon (more or less to taste)
1 tsp ground ginger (more or less to taste)
1 tsp ground cloves (more or less to taste)
3/4 cup soft shortening (I prefer using non-hydrogenated shortening…more expensive than Crisco, but your heart will thank you)
1 cup light brown sugar
1/4 cup light or dark molasses
granulated sugar for rolling dough balls in

Directions:

1. Sift flour together with baking soda, salt, and spices and set aside.
2. Beat shortening, brown sugar, and egg together until light and fluffy. A mixer makes this easier, but do it by hand if you’ve got endurance!
3. Add molasses to the shortening, brown sugar, and egg mix, and beat further until smooth.
4. Gradually add flour mixture and mix until well combined.
5. Cover bowl with plastic wrap or foil and chill for at least one hour.
6. Once dough is thoroughly chilled, heat oven to 350 degrees, lightly grease cookie sheets.
7. Roll dough into 1 1/2″ to 2″ balls, and roll the balls in the granulated sugar.
8. Place dough balls on cookie sheets about 4″ apart, and bake for 10 to 12 minutes until golden brown.
9. Cool cookies on wire racks and devour.

Best. Cookies. Ever.

The Island of Misused and Abused Words

March 16, 2010

Alan Sokal

Misused Words–Dastardly, Dilemma, Prodigal, Abominable

Dastardly (it means cowardly, not detestable)

I think we all know who the culprit is on this one: Daffy Duck has been alternating this term of disparagement with the word despicable for phonetic effect for years, confusing generations of American youngsters.

Dilemma (it means a situation requiring a decision between two equally undesirable alternatives, not merely a situation requiring a painful resolution)

As with so many other ills that afflict our society, I blame Dr. Laura for this one. The McTherapy Maven and her callers abuse this word on a daily basis.

Prodigal (it means profligate, not reckless or rebellious)

We tend to think of the biblical Prodigal Son in terms of his wayward foolishness rather than his extravagance, which is probably why the word is often incorrectly used to describe a rogue rather than a spendthrift.

Abominable (it means loathsome or disagreeable, not monstrous)

We can trace this common linguistic blunder to an unlikely perpetrator, the avuncular actor and folksinger Burl Ives. That’s right, his masterful annual narration of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer conditioned millions of Americans to forever link the words abominable and snowman.

Abused Words–Heuristic, Ontological, Semiotic

Thanks to the heroic efforts of Alan Sokal, Katha Pollitt, Stephen Katz and other brave souls, the Emperor’s Clothes are now visible and the literary abomination know as postmodernism (or post-structuralism) is finally being driven from the halls of academia. But I’m afraid that the many casualties of this wretched interregnum include three undeserving victims: Heuristic (serving to point out, stimulating further investigation), Ontological (relating to the branch of metaphysics that studies the nature of existence or being as such) and semiotic (pertaining to signs/symbols).

Sadly, these three fine words have been reduced to mere markers indicating oncoming highfalutin literary gibberish like this absurd sentence by Roy Bhaskar that Stephen Katz discovered:

 

Indeed dialectical critical realism may be seen under the aspect of Foucauldian strategic reversal—of the unholy trinity of Parmenidean/Platonic/Aristotelean provenance; of the Cartesian-Lockean-Humean-Kantian paradigm, of foundationalisms (in practice, fideisticfoundationalisms) and irrationalisms (in practice, capricious exercises of will-to-power or some other ideologically and/or psychosomatically buried source) new and old alike; of the primordial failing of western philosophy, ontological monovalence, and its close ally, the epistemic fallacywithin its ontic dual; of the analytic….

Katz humorously points out that, “The sentence contains 55 more words, but is harder to follow after this point.”

by Richard W. Bray

Some Thoughts on the Efficacy of DARE-Type Programs and a Funny Teacher Story

March 14, 2010

Some Thoughts on the Efficacy of DARE-Type Programs

My existential perspective would suggest that it is heroic to try to enlist support across our institutions to attempt to reduce violence and drug abuse whether or not school-based programs to mitigate the ills that effect our society are actually effective (a hotly debated topic). But all good-doers who attempt to discover the perfect pedagogy to fix whatever ails us would do well to remember that the instructional day is finite and teachers already have a lot on their plate (particularly in an age when knuckleheaded politicians would have us fire teachers and administrators based upon student test scores.) This all brings me to a discussion about DARE (Drug Awareness and Resistance Education) and it also gives me an opportunity to relate one of my favorite teacher stories.

Many people have argued about the efficacy and appropriateness of programs like DARE because there is little evidence that it changes student behavior. But seeking quantifiable changes in societal behavior is asking a lot of any curriculum. And even if DARE did cause, say, one out of a hundred kids to say no to drugs, or if it were to decrease in any way the harmful effects of substance abuse in our society, how could we possibly measure such success in light of so many other confounding variables?

Like all human behavior, substance abuse involves a multiplicity of causal relationships which are difficult to gauge, and some things are easier to measure than others. Let’s look at efforts to reduce traffic fatalities, for example. It is obvious that enacting mandatory seatbelt laws and reducing speed limits will result in demonstrably fewer traffic fatalities. But how do we measure the effects of educational programs which operate on the margins of these statistics, such as traffic school and public service announcements? Just because it would be difficult for a statistician to isolate the slender portion of a decline in traffic fatalities attributable to such efforts, we would be foolish to abandon such efforts. That’s how I feel about DARE. What harm could it do? (There are those who argue that DARE actually teaches kids how to be more effective drugs users, but I find this claim dubious. There was, however, one time when Officer S____ did a lesson on the dangers of Whiteout, which was certainly news to me. I immediately put all my Whiteout away.)

Funny Teacher Story

Say what you want about DARE, it supplied me with one of my best teacher stories. One of the first things that Officer S____ always tells the kids is that it’s okay to relate stories about people they know, but they should not use real names.

So if officer S____ is talking about, say, methamphetamines, it is not appropriate for a student to say, “My uncle has a meth lab out in San Bernardino.”

Instead, the student should say, “Someone I know has a crank factory in his garage.”

So one day when Officer S____ was describing the perils of drunk driving, a student (we’ll call him David) rose his hand.

“My dad drives when he’s drunk all the time.” said David.

Officer S____ quickly cut him off. “You mean, someone you know drinks and drives on occasion”

David responded in a very condescending tone, “Well yeah, I know him. He’s my dad!”

by Richard W. Bray

Chester and Pork with Sauerkraut (by Don)

March 14, 2010

Chester

Pork with Sauerkraut

Ingredients:
Two jars of Sauerkraut
Three Pounds Pork Shoulder

Directions:

1) Boil the pork for 40 minutes in enough water to cover the meat
2) Drain, cut up pork and remove bones
3) Add sauerkraut and simmer for 20 minutes

Optional Ingredients: Bacon, Apples and Onions

Serving Suggestions:
Serve over baked or mashed potatoes

Ten Things I Learned from Reading Lucky Jim which aren’t Actually True

March 12, 2010

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(Editor’s Note: The novel Lucky Jim by Kingsley Amis is often compared to the works of Evelyn Waugh for its alleged hilarity. Sadly, I found the book to be mean-spirited and stupid and not that funny at all. Maybe I just like people too much.)

Ten Things I Learned from Reading
Lucky Jim which aren’t Actually True

1. Drinking solves more problems than it causes.
2. Most academics are pathetic dweebs.
3. Post-WWII colleges in England admitted way too many of the wrong type of people.
4. Most academic writing is worthless drivel.
5. Women tend to become less sexually attractive as you get to know them.
6. History shouldn’t be wasted on the unwashed masses.
7. Most people are ridiculous clowns.
8. Classical music is for losers.
9. Life is a sick, sad joke without a punch line.
10. You will be rescued by a rich benefactor so long as you don’t give too much of a damn about anything.

by Richard W. Bray

You’re Not Coming to my Birthday Party

March 10, 2010

 

Lucy Sparkles

You’re Not Coming to my Birthday Party

You wouldn’t let me pet your kangaroo
You didn’t take the time to tell me what’s new
You think you’re the world’s biggest smarty
You’re not coming to my birthday party

You hid my shorts. You ate my snack
You said awful things behind my back
You pushed me down and made me tardy
You’re not coming to my birthday party

You said my clothes were tattered and torn
You said you wished I’d never been born
You said it to George and you said it to Artie
You’re not coming to my birthday party

You don’t take baths, you smelly old lout
You scatter your grime all about
You’re filthy and stinky and stupid and farty
You’re not coming to my birthday party

by Richard W. Bray

What’s a War Junkie? Che v Zapata

March 9, 2010

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What’s a War Junkie? Che v Zapata

I’ve taken some flak over my inclusion of Che Guevara in the poem War-Junkie Worshipers. My purpose here is not to verify whether or not Guevara fantasized about blowing up New York City, or if he wanted to ban the saxophone because it was too bourgeoisie. And I really don’t care if he actually had a medical degree. Separating this particular man from his myth is nearly impossible because he has become such a totemic figure for both his followers and his detractors.

But by the mere facts of his existence upon which we all can agree, Guevara was clearly a War Junkie. Instead of working to make his homeland a more just society, he went to three different countries in search of military glory. Even when he had the opportunity to build a New Society in Cuba, Guevara chose instead to go gallivanting across the globe looking for more people to shoot.

By way of contrast, let’s compare Che to that great Mexican Cincinnatus figure, Emiliano Zapata. Zapata was an highly respected and extremely gifted horseman who certainly would have achieved a comfortable existence had his life not been interrupted by the Mexican Revolution. Zapata, a natural leader of men, reluctantly came to fight for his own people only after it became clear that war was inevitable. Sadly, Zapata’s visage is simply no match for Guevara’s in the minds of so many silkscreen warriors.

Most soldiers are not War Junkies, and some War Junkies aren’t even soldiers. Generals George Washington, George Marshall, Dwight D. Eisenhower, Colin Powell, and Colonel Andrew Bacevich are just a few obvious examples of men whose exploits included both the Sword and the Ploughshare, so to speak. And millions of American soldiers returned home after serving admirably in our many wars without the slightest desire to ever return to the battlefield. Many (probably most) of them never even wanted to study war no more in any way.

btw, Please keep the emails coming, whether you agree with me or not.

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by Richard W. Bray

Max & Mia and Chile Verde (by Monica)

March 6, 2010

Max & Mia

Max Solo

Chile Verde

Ingredients

2 pounds of meat cut into 1-inch chunks(chicken or pork)
1 large Bell Pepper (Roasted)
Tomatillos (boiled whole with a little water)
3 Jalapenos (Roasted)
Cilantro
Garlic
Salt and Pepper to taste
Vegetable Oil

1) Roast chiles and place in bag to sweat; remove stems, seeds, and skin
2) Season meat with salt and pepper and brown in a heavy-bottom skillet
3) Remove excess fat and set aside
4)Pulse together in a blender chopped bell pepper, tomatillos, jalapenos, cilantro, garlic, salt, adding a little water from the boiled tomatillos or stock
5) If your skillet is large enough, add everything or remove to a larger skillet combining all ingredients
6) Bring to a boil and simmer all ingredients for about an hour to an hour and a half.

Cheese-Eating Surrender Monkeys–Some Thoughts on Courage and Freedom

March 3, 2010

Cheese-Eating Surrender Monkeys–Some Thoughts on Courage and Freedom

Our pathetic tendency to depict France as a nation of, in the words of Bart Simpson, “cheese-eating surrender monkeys” is tolerated across the political spectrum despite its absurd lack of historical legitimacy. Such silliness overlooks two salient facts: the French army was the scourge of Europe for centuries, and only one nation has lost more soldiers fighting in wars alongside America than France. Furthermore, the French mindlessly continued to sacrifice their soldiers for lost causes in Algeria and Indochina. (Of course, attributing such actions to a particular nation’s overall level of courage is a dubious assumption which may indeed conflate courage with stupidity. How much courage does it take to send other people off to die in the name of imperialism?) But the point remains that many people who really should have known better justified the foolhardy invasion of Iraq by constructing a straw man of French cowardice:

“If those perfidious Frenchies are against this war, then it must be a good idea. Now, let’s all have some Freedom Fries.”

But questioning the courage of other peoples does not enhance our national stature; in fact, it diminishes us. The hundred thousand or so Frenchman who died defending their country from the invading Nazis before their leaders surrendered were just as brave as the soldiers who defeated them, but courage alone does not win wars. Armies have gotten routed throughout history for many reasons that were not the responsibility of individual soldiers—inferior technology, smaller numbers, strategic blunders, etc. It’s odd that anyone would attribute the French surrender in WWII to cowardice, particularly in light of the ghastly casualties that nation endured during WWI. Curiously, I’ve never heard anyone accuse, say, General Cornwallis of being a poltroon.

Risking death and dismemberment in order to defend kith and kin is the supreme act of selflessness, and you don’t have to take my word for it: “Greater love has none than this, that one lays down his life for his friends.” (John 15:13) But it is unwise (and perhaps even ultimately depraved) to suggest that Americans are essentially more willing to make such sacrifices. Thus, to argue that America is free because we have the bravest soldiers in the world contains the seeds of fascism because it denigrates the humanity of people living in all other nations.

Americans have been able to maintain our democracy for over two hundred years because of the strength of our institutions, including, notably, the professionalism of our armed forces. Unlike the armies in so many other countries, our military has remained deferential to civilian authority through thick and thin. Even when we elected stupid and incompetent leaders like Lyndon Johnson and George W. Bush who misused and abused our soldiers by sending them on untenable, immoral and foolish errands, our soldiers have saluted and said, “Yes, sir” to their civilian masters. (Theirs is not to wonder why.) Occasionally, some decorated popinjay with a gargantuan ego, a McClellan or a MacArthur, has attempted to buck his president. Thankfully, however, our armed forces have never mutinied nor revolted en masse, and they have never attempted to directly interfere with the electoral process. This is one of our nation’s greatest contributions to civilization, right up there with The Bill of Rights, Louis Armstrong and Emily Dickinson.

So yes, America does owe its freedoms to the courage and professionalism of our foreparents, both in and out of uniform. But we need to find a way to acknowledge this debt without fetishizing our soldiers, and laughing at the alleged cowardice of others makes us all a bit smaller.

by Richard W. Bray