will brady's ruminations
HUMAN RIGHTS || SOCIAL JUSTICE
pix: © 1987 / Will Brady --v | Click here to see the entire picture/essayFDR's Second Bill Of Rights
| Pax Nortona [aka Joel Sax]
has taken a closer look at the promises stipulated by Franlin Delano Roosevelt during has last State of the Union Address | Briefly, these are:
1. the right to a useful and remumerative job in industries or shops or farms of mines of the nation;
2. the right to earn enough to provide adequate food and clothing and recreation;
3. the right of every farmer to raise and sell his products at a return which will give him and his family a decent living;
4. the right of every businessman, large and small, to trade in an atmosphere of freedom from unfair competition and domination by monopolies at home or abroad;
5. the right of every family to a decent home;
6. the right to adequate medical care and the opportunity to achieve and enjoy good health;
7. the right to adequate protection from the economic fears of old age, sickness, accident, and unemployment;
8. the right to a good education
He then goes on to provide some cogent thoughts about the protections of social justice envisioned by FDR and systematically eviscerated by Reaganites, Dittoheads and Dubya's mindless masses | You know, the characters who think that the mega-rich white-tie guys are actually interest5ed in the little guys |
for more, check the source of Joel's inspiration, Harper's Magazine
Summer means road crew work
and our neck of the woods is no exception | Slows down the traffic so much that I went and asked one of the crews, who were working outside our house, to keep the cut into the asphalt just the way it was since it made a good speed inhibitor | Lots of folks race down our steep hill as if they are in the Daytona 500 | Also the drivers who use the braille drive-through ATMs are incapable of seeing the six-foot wide STOP signs on the corner | So thanks, road crew guys, stay and do what you do since it slows down the traffic |
Michael Reynolds astutely recognizes the disintegration of man
that occurs as a result of same sex marriage |
Gays are getting married in Massachussetts. And already I can feel the country's moral fiber unraveling around me. This morning I was happily married. But now that gays are getting married I find the entire institution of marriage has been so damaged I have no real choice but to abandon my wife and kids. How can I possibly stay married when Adam and Steve are husband and husband?
To my kids I say, sorry, but when you grow up you'll understand that the legally sanctioned committment of two people I don't know, has rendered my moral obligation to you invalid, even innappropriate. Yes, I love you both, but...
Scroll down to the May 17 entry |
ECONOMIC TREASON || THE STINK OF POLITICS
Citizens lose again
| BIG Dick Cheney has his friends among the Supremes
cover is butt by refusing to allow release of papers that could implicate him in possible high crimes and misdemeanors |
Just to see if you're awake
I've rearranged the links column | bloggers have been placed farther down the line though they are still there and aren't likely to go away | The links are not random however | slink down the page to check to subject headings |
In preparation for archiving according to subject [which I'll be doing from rondak.org
] each entry has been sporting a tag line at the top | Hope these changes make the blog easier to wander through | let me now | email wbrady-AT-rondak-DOT-org or will-DOT-brady-AT-gmail-DOT-com | just make the necessary adjustments on the your e-mail software's outgoing form |
| It was hot type compositing
which brought me here | gave me the love of printed form, and the passion to play with the printed word ||
| And the love of the image, the weights of the leads and rules, finely detailed engravings, half-tones and molded ornament became as internalized in me as the smell of printer's ink imbued my nostrils ||
| This is what inspires me to compose the page, even though the outcome doesn't always measure up to the standards of the fine typographers of the early 20th century
| By that time, even the foundry font books were works of art ||
| In future editions of this blog space, expect more on this subject |
until then, a sample of other sites about the fine art of typesetting || | book arts archives | from page space to e-space | typesetting glossary | woodside press | Creativepro resources | Identi-font | U & lc
FISH N GAME
Shad Bake Season
| The Moodus Sportsman's Club
has an annual shad bake every june || this photo is one of a couple dozen I snapped [that's right! it isn't digital] but it seemed to capture the essence of the event || That isn't me | My regular stint is to park the cars and pick-ups and to best arrange storage space in the sheds [good job for a pack rat, eh?] || As with hand typesetting the work at the shad bake is all by hand, using methods around long before vacuum pack and portion control entered the culinary mainstay || The shad, caught during the spring freshet of the Connecticut River, all get filleted and baked on rock maple planks in front of a long fire pit || the taste is incomparable ||
THE STINK OF POLITICS
John Rowland Resigns
| With an approval rating lower than Richard Nixon's when he left office, and the FEDS still sniffing at his footsteps, Connecticut's Givernor John Rowland resigned from office Monday, barely avoiding being mpeached | It's been two years of increasing;y serious revalations about cuban cigars, gold bars in the lawn [not John Boy, one of his aides], multimillion dollar no-bid contracts to "friends", and an inexplicably cool reception from the White House these days |
Oh well, you live by the sword, might as well land on it |
Why not go with the Hartford Courant? | Well, franly I see no reason to support that latter day crusading newshound publishers who fawningly promoted John Boy diuring his last elections |
SURVEILLANCE || UPDATE
| Well, the Supremes
have decided in the Hiibel matter
| Seems it's perfectly acceptable for police to stop you without any warrant, and arrest you for not showing your papers | Maybe rough up your daughther a little while they are at it |
Not sure what I'm talking about? | Go to Larry Hiibel's site
and find out | Or find out from the Court Decision was itself Docket # 03-5554
| My reclusive friend has many companions these days | There are ten altogether, from two different litters | Mother + daughter both got pregnant around the same time | Some of them are looking for a home | A few sort-of long hairs amongst them, the reddish ones are already spoken for | Bright blue-gray eyes | Inquistive and all healthy |
You can e-mail me if you are interested via will.brady-AT-gmail-DOT-com [you know, correct the configuration when inserting the addy into the box in your e-mail program] Oh, and let's be practical here | I live in south central Connecticut | I'm NOT gonna accept offers from far away ...unless you are willing to pay all the air fare transport costs for me to deliver the babes and return me back home as well | Paris would be nice, so would Bisbee, Arizona |
v--Image credit: NASA/JPL/Space Science Institute
| NASA's Jet Propulsion Laboratories
, together with the European Stace Agency have released info and pictures of Saturn up close and personal | Thus far, study has been on the composition of the planet [via gas chromatography, infra-red photography and such] | There's more to come |
But why go there at all? Aren't there enough problems on Earth to deal with instead of spending a fortune on looking at dark dead globes in space?
Well, simply because it is unknown ought to suffice but given the skeptics amongst us, because we need to know more about oiur surroundings | A larger vision is called for in order to lift ourselves up from the morass surrounding us on the planet | Not unlike the days that European explorers left to find out what the Church was wrong about regarding the flatness of Earth, so we must also learn what there is about life beond our limited perspectives |
WEB SURFING RESULTS || ACHEIVABLE UTOPIAS
v-- pix credit: Edge.org
| "to promote inquiry into and discussion of intellectual, philosophical, artistic, and literary issues, as well as to work for the intellectual and social achievement of society.
Stuart Brand, Jared Lanier, Brian Eno, Howard Rheingold, Kevin Kelly, ...the list of contributors reads like an alumni meeting from the old Whole Earth Review | In coming together as Edge
the group postulates that a "third culture" exists, incorporating "...those scientists and other thinkers in the empirical world who, through their work and expository writing, are taking the place of the traditional intellectual in rendering visible the deeper meanings of our lives, redefining who and what we are
Intellectual free thinkers are a truly rarified breed | Such a group needs protection, nurture and encouragement beyond the scope of their own enclaves |
What initially brough me to their site was a piece by Stuart Brand
on the development of a 10,000 year clock
| Deep Time ~ something I'd read about some years ago the outgrowth of what to do when storing nuclear waste so as to caution others about the locale |
Such represents the breadth and scope of thinking we must embark upon to sustain the progress of knowledge in the future | Glad to have found the site |
Speaking of Time, another site worth visiting The Long Now
POP CULTURE || WEB SURFING
Film Review Site
| Gotta say I like the looks and "feel" of Ninth Symphony Films
, a film review site I landed upon recently | Not that I watch many films, mind you | I mean, who has the time?
The Gutless Pacifist
, citing a Canadian website
identifies 12 reasons why the Bible might not be the best source to defend male/femal only marriages | Far from refuting the premises of that Holy Book, several other mandates regarding marraige are identified that warrant review, including:
12 Biblical Principles of Marriage
1. Marriage consists of one man and one or more women
2. Nothing prevents a man from taking on concubines in addition to the wife or wives he may already have
3. A man might chose any woman he wants for his wife, provided only that she is not already another man’s wife or his [half-]sister, nor the mother or the sister of a woman who is already his wife. The concept of a woman giving her consent to being married is foreign to the Biblical mindset.
4. If a woman cannot be proven to be a virgin at the time of marriage, she shall be stoned
5. A rapist must marry his victim - unless she was already a fiancé, in which case he should be put to death if he raped her in the country, but both of them killed if he raped her in town
6. If a man dies childless, his brother must marry the widow
7. Women marry the man of their father’s choosing
8. Women are the property of their father until married and their husband after that
9. The value of a woman might be approximately seven years’ work
10. Inter-faith marriages are prohibited
11. Divorce is forbidden
12. Better to not get married at all - although marriage is not a sin
Both Gutless Pacifist and the Canadaian site have the specific Biblical references cited for these edicts | You want 'em? Go look | They are extensive |
I'm not making any suppositions about this, mind you | I am not of the ChristiAn faith, I recognize that there are variants in the basics of belief systems | But really, folks, get your doctrines in order before goose-stepping on other people's throats to accept them |
POLITICS OF THE ABSURD || 21st CENTURY FEUDALISM
Dubya asks Pope's help to get elected
| On his recent trip to Rome, President Bush asked a top Vatican official to push American bishops to speak out more about political issues, including same-sex marriage, according to a report in the National Catholic Reporter
, an independent newspaper. [New York Times feature story-13 June 2004
Since Bush already has G*D's ear
perhaps he could ask Pius XII
for absolution from his administration's participation in war crimes and endorsing torture | ...not that there's any prior familial connections
to that era in Europe |
Thanks to both The Mountaintop and Is That Legal for starting this link to the Pope's appeal for me | The WWII links, however, came separately |
"I've always felt there were aspects of me that were monstrous, and you can either hide from it or confront it, embrace it and understand that those are aspects that make you unique and define you and motivate you. You can either overwhelm or overcompensate for them -- but they truly define you as a human being...So that life became a question of either dealing with this monstrousness in one way or another...One finds a way to understand and make friends with that monster and understand that that's the very thing that makes you who you are. That's your emotional and spiritual fingerprint."
OTHER VOICES || TRAVEL/ADIRONDACKS || MENTAL HEALTH
"Travel foists new environments, new contexts, upon us. Those new surroundings challenge our ideas about what is "normal," or "standard." A new context can help us see ourselves or our traveling companions in new ways."
A pup finds her place
| North Jersey writer Jill Schensul relates a thoughful story, ostensibly about her dog, but in truth about how so much to life is context
| In another setting, her pup's behaviors would seem irational, abnormal | But put amidst a setting conducive to her needs, all is well with the world, and quite very normal, and relaxing | I thank Ms. Schensul for permission to share her story here |
Sadie flew up the steps of our Adirondack cabin and hurled herself at my legs.
CREDITS & to read more of Ms. Schensul's columns: Jill Schensul, ©2004, North Jersey Media | You'll have to register as a reader, but it's free || Photo Images all from my camping trip last month
"Hey girl," I said, scratching behind the ears of my happy-faced little dog. "Where's Paul?"
"We just took the best walk, didn't we, Sadie?" Paul's voice answered. I looked over the deck railing toward the sound and saw my husband ambling up the path from the lake. He, too, looked ... well, happy-faced.
"I think I finally understand her," he said. "I've been thinking the wrong thing about her all this time."
Sadie is "my" dog. We adopted her from a shelter after it became clear that our other dog, Benji, had decided to be Paul's dog, and it would be unwise to argue unless I was ready to lose a finger or two.
Sadie is only 11 pounds, but she is all dog. She runs after anything that moves, barks at any sound in the Northern Hemisphere, and can't resist rolling in everything fetid. Most worrisome is her determination to destroy anything keeping her from exploring her bustling, cacophonous, stinking, wonderful world. Leashes are chewed, fences are jumped, barricades dug under, doors pushed open. "Come" works only in the kitchen, with a treat. Outside, you could wave an open refrigerator at her, and she'll just keep going.
So after six months at home, we called Sadie "crazy." But at Northbrook Lodge in the Adirondacks, with nothing but trees and nature and room all around, Sadie made perfect sense. She was an explorer, a free spirit, a part of nature.
Sadie was the same. What had changed was her context.
"When I saw how happy she was out there without her leash - and that she came back - I remembered that there were dogs like that," my husband said, as Sadie dug frantically in the dirt at the bottom of the stairs. Our dogs have always been of the very domesticated variety, seemingly deaf to the call of the wild. Sadie heard it endlessly. And when allowed to follow her instincts, her canine spirit leapt forth. "To see her run run run and be happy" made Paul realize how much we'd been holding her back. Out here, in the wilderness, with no traffic or barricades, "she was in a safe environment to be herself."
Travel foists new environments, new contexts, upon us. Those new surroundings challenge our ideas about what is "normal," or "standard." A new context can help us see ourselves or our traveling companions in new ways.
Over the years, I've become more conscious of the process. Every trip means adapting to a new context. And results vary, from blissful to hellish. In Paris, where I can blend in with the museum-goers and film-watchers and café-sitters, I feel more like me than anywhere in the world. Among the well-tanned and Botoxed of Los Angeles, I am your proverbial pike out of water.
The very process of traveling - moving, driving, flying - kick-starts my brain, which is usually rusting into place from banality. When I get out the door, my mind shifts. I pay more attention to my surroundings, from the tiniest flowers to the mightiest buildings. I follow the cadence of the language, parse the bouquet of smells. I see other people's lives in more philosophical terms. I see the universal in the everyday of others.
Yet finding places where I feel ultimately comfortable, contexts that enable me truly to be myself, are rare. Most of the time, I find myself completely out of place: the weakest link on the group hike up Diamond Head in Oahu; the only one with no desire to pull a handle on a slot machine; the lone diner at the newest London restaurant who has had no one in her family knighted.
I wear black in the Caribbean. Think church tours are boring. And cry about situations other people find funny. Like Sadie, I'm sure in these contexts I may seem just a trifle crazy to others.
I guess that's why those few just-right places keep whispering in my mind. Their memories are a carrot, a brass ring to reach for, when I need them most. Just when I'm ready to call myself crazy, their pull is strongest, reminding me that they exist. Places that can feed my spirit, coax my real nature out of hiding, remind me who I am.
Northbrook Lodge, near Saranac Lake in the Adirondacks, was like that for me. And Sadie's experience there reminded Paul of the place that shimmers always in a corner of his mind: Kincardine, Ontario, 1974. He was 16, and for the first time, he was on a vacation without his parents.
"There was something about Lake Huron being so big, like the ocean, and the whole countryside was flat farmland, this wide expanse ... I never saw so many stars in my life. There were all these opportunities, and I was out of my parents' gravitational pull, and I saw that it was OK, I'd be all right, and it was fun." Those two weeks changed him forever. "I sort of saw who I was, for the first time. I could trust my own judgment. And when I came back, I didn't want to be held back like I had been anymore.
"I carve my life up into volumes and chapters," Paul said, which seemed appropriate for someone who's a librarian, "and 1974 in Kincardine, that was the beginning of Volume 2."
If we are lucky, when we travel we find our own private Kincardine. A new context. A new page upon which to write our story. A journal of our ultimate journey, through life.