ARE YOU WORTH ANYTHING?

ARE YOU WORTH ANYTHING?

There are two possible answers: Yes or no. And, whatever your answer there is the ugly, “How do you know?” Keep in mind that a great deal seems to depend on your answer. I suppose the bottom line determines whether or not you will go to heaven or the other place.

Kids are desperate to know their value because they have an inborn fear of being deserted by their parents. If they get the message that they are worthless that's the end, or at least until they can figure out a way to become worthwhile again. While at the bottom is survival, the less stringent penalties for worthlessness are punishments and loss of the goodies of life. I remember accidentally hearing my father say, “That damned kid.” Well, I was the only kid around and I was stabbed by his cruel rejection of me. I returned a pencil he had given me and made the usually whiny noises produced by distressed kids and dogs. My parents were horrified but clarified by explaining he had meant a young man at work. Still, it took a while for the would to heal.

Obviously, if you are worth something you are at the top of your world. Friends want you on their teams, teachers smile when you walk into the classroom and when you get older, girls or boys (depending on your proclivities) hover around. A worthwhile person, kid or adult is a joy to be and a joy to have around.

If you conclude the opposite, that you are worth little or nothing, well, you've all been there. There is nothing but gloom in your life, you have failed the basic test of being and there is no pleasure. It often becomes a rather desperate situation and sometimes leads to substance abuse, promiscuity, passivity in relationships and very often failure. Everybody in has at one time or another concluded that he/she is worthless or worth little in the grand scheme of things. Self-esteem is low and verbal self-abuse abounds.

Religion often is based on threats of hell or hopes of paradise so shape up, act right and you'll earn your wings. Some argue that God don't create no junk, but the fear is that God don't want no junk in heaven; only Satan is for the worthless sorts because they deserve punishment.

Well, you probably have figured out that the above is all humbug, that striving for self-worth is a foolish task that slips and slides depending on mood and circumstance. If you get an A and are thus worthwhile, what are you worth if you get an F? And, how can you be worthwhile? So much of it depends on the people around you. All of them have idiosyncratic ideas about such things so how can you get any basis for knowing about your worth. You get an F. One teacher tells you how disappointed he is. The other tells you he knows how hard you tried. Both want you to do better but how do you react?

If the chase for worth is like searching for fools gold, what is left? The real gold is in shifting one's focus. Instead of straining for fools gold, work on self-acceptance. Quote Albert Ellis: “I am a fucked up fallible human being who will screw things up royally. That is unavoidable, that is human nature. Instead of rating myself I'll see if I can figure out how to do better. If I can, swell. If not, maybe I should change my goal.”

There is a wonderful outcome to this: You stop punishing yourself or others and do your best to improve things. And, to accept the reality, “That’s life.”

Self worth is quite a mirage

To give it up takes a bit of courage.

But if you remember to say

I don't need to be okay

Self acceptance is a tasty frommage.

SCIENCE AND RELIGION

AUGUST 1, 2011

SCIENCE AND RELIGION

Are they strange bed fellows or antagonists? Shall humanists accommodate to religious culture as Sagan suggested or shall they challenge the core tenets of religious belief. This is an argument currently playing out in humanist circles, with advocates of both positions maneuvering for primacy.

The Jewish and Christian bibles (henceforth I will speak of the bible), not so long ago spoke with the conviction of truth. Wise men explained the bible's meanings to their flocks (that's how sermons started) because the people could not be trusted to get their understandings right. The bible came to us from god.

In the late 1800s German scholars began to examine the bible and discovered that what had been thought to be a seamless exposition was written by four different people or groups (possibly one a woman) and odd peculiarities cropped up. They applied literary techniques and wondered why there are two genesis stories and began to understand that at least in part different oral traditions had to have their say.

But, well before those events, scientists began to nibble away at biblical descriptions of reality. Bruno was burned alive because he spoke about the possibility of alternate universes ( a current red-hot topic). Galileo was condemned because he pushed the notion that the earth rotated about the sun. There are still people who believe in Noah's ark and there are those who believe that the earth and its apparent history came into being about six thousand years ago. When doctors wanted to do autopsies, religious leaders would not permit such because we are created in god's image and blah, blah, blah. Surgery became possible because wounded soldiers had to be treated.

Sometime in our history, people lost faith in biblical veracity because wise men could see that reality did not fit the bible. At first religionists loved geology because sea-creature fossils were found everywhere but as geologists further investigated and understood the disappearance of  the ancient seas religionists could not accept the disproof of their beliefs. There are still places in this country where the flood is taught as the truth.

Still, not accommodating to religion, i.e., attacking it needs consider the value it has to huge numbers of people. It provides solace in the face of disaster, it seems to provide purpose in life and is a comfort to those whose lives seem empty. Why not let it alone, accommodate to its idiosyncrasies and only challenge those attitudes which might cause problems. Can you think of any? There is hostility to abortion which absurdly require that a fetus is really a tiny child. There is creationism and its pseudo-sophisticated child, intelligent design. There is the refusal to accept stem cell research; who cares if people have to suffer and die in order to preserve the rights of babies in the womb?

And, the best for last: how did religion become the progenitor of morality? They swirl around the conflict between discovered and received wisdom. Science struggles to discover new information and weave it into better understandings of reality. Of course, it sometimes takes wrong paths but science has self-correction built in. Science is public so that anyone can challenge its findings. Remember the flap about cold fusion? Remember Velikovski?

In contrast, received wisdom comes from God. That being hands it to us in the bible and religious leaders cannot be wrong in their understanding of god's will. “God wants you to . . .”, is a favorite line and brooks no dispute. “Do not eat non-kosher food,” “An abortion will send you to hell.” All such commands are presented true and faithful renditions of god's desires, --- or so they say.

Accomodationists argue that there is no way to get people to think differently about their beliefs. There is the notion that the harder the push, the more resistance so that pointing out the problems will only create enemies. Yet, think of the great transformations in our country. There was anti-slavery sentiment from the git-go; decent minded people persisted in advancing their ideas until the South started a war to preserve what they called their “peculiar institution.” And finally, finally African-Americans are slowly receiving parity. Or consider in my life time (and of many of the people reading this) LGBT people have become somewhat acceptable and can even marry, what a shock to religionists who see life through received wisdom rather than looking at reality. It is important to speak up when religion intrudes as it must because God has told them so.

I never heard of a religion

That could fly as straight as a pigeon

Its knowledge is received

But, don't be deceived.

Of truth they have hardly a smidgen.

SCIENCE AND RELIGION

SCIENCE AND RELIGION

Are they strange bed fellows or antagonists? Shall humanists accommodate to religious culture as Sagan suggested or shall they challenge the core tenets of religious belief. This is an argument currently playing out in humanist circles, with advocates of both positions maneuvering for primacy.

The Jewish and Christian bibles (henceforth I will speak of the bible), not so long ago spoke with the conviction of truth. Wise men explained the bible's meanings to their flocks (that's how sermons started) because the people could not be trusted to get their understandings right. The bible came to us from god.

In the late 1800s German scholars began to examine the bible and discovered that what had been thought to be a seamless exposition was written by four different people or groups (possibly one a woman) and odd peculiarities cropped up. They applied literary techniques and wondered why there are two genesis stories and began to understand that at least in part different oral traditions had to have their say.

But, well before those events, scientists began to nibble away at biblical descriptions of reality. Bruno was burned alive because he spoke about the possibility of alternate universes ( a current red-hot topic). Galileo was condemned because he pushed the notion that the earth rotated about the sun. There are still people who believe in Noah's ark and there are those who believe that the earth and its apparent history came into being about six thousand years ago. When doctors wanted to do autopsies, religious leaders would not permit such because we are created in god's image and blah, blah, blah. Surgery became possible because wounded soldiers had to be treated.

Sometime in our history, people lost faith in biblical veracity because wise men could see that reality did not fit the bible. At first religionists loved geology because sea-creature fossils were found everywhere but as geologists further investigated and understood the disappearance of  the ancient seas religionists could not accept the disproof of their beliefs. There are still places in this country where the flood is taught as the truth.

Still, not accommodating to religion, i.e., attacking it needs consider the value it has to huge numbers of people. It provides solace in the face of disaster, it seems to provide purpose in life and is a comfort to those whose lives seem empty. Why not let it alone, accommodate to its idiosyncrasies and only challenge those attitudes which might cause problems. Can you think of any? There is hostility to abortion which absurdly require that a fetus is really a tiny child. There is creationism and its pseudo-sophisticated child, intelligent design. There is the refusal to accept stem cell research; who cares if people have to suffer and die in order to preserve the rights of babies in the womb?

And, the best for last: how did religion become the progenitor of morality? They swirl around the conflict between discovered and received wisdom. Science struggles to discover new information and weave it into better understandings of reality. Of course, it sometimes takes wrong paths but science has self-correction built in. Science is public so that anyone can challenge its findings. Remember the flap about cold fusion? Remember Velikovski?

In contrast, received wisdom comes from God. That being hands it to us in the bible and religious leaders cannot be wrong in their understanding of god's will. “God wants you to . . .”, is a favorite line and brooks no dispute. “Do not eat non-kosher food,” “An abortion will send you to hell.” All such commands are presented true and faithful renditions of god's desires, --- or so they say.

Accomodationists argue that there is no way to get people to think differently about their beliefs. There is the notion that the harder the push, the more resistance so that pointing out the problems will only create enemies. Yet, think of the great transformations in our country. There was anti-slavery sentiment from the git-go; decent minded people persisted in advancing their ideas until the South started a war to preserve what they called their “peculiar institution.” And finally, finally African-Americans are slowly receiving parity. Or consider in my life time (and of many of the people reading this) LGBT people have become somewhat acceptable and can even marry, what a shock to religionists who see life through received wisdom rather than looking at reality. It is important to speak up when religion intrudes as it must because God has told them so.

I never heard of a religion

That could fly as straight as a pigeon

Its knowledge is received

But, don't be deceived.

Of truth they have hardly a smidgen.

NAPS

NAPS

11-28-11

Many years ago, when I was a neophyte, green, untested and not at all wise I wondered why people took naps. My father was a perpetual motion man keeping us in cornflakes with two jobs and running out at night to lodge meetings and whatever. Naps were not part of his life. My mother, contrary-wise was a pretty lazy person. She was insufficiently interested in preparing anything to eat more than the most rudimentary meals with pan fried meats and mushy string beans; and, with casual house cleaning, that was it. Her time was spent chatting with friends, of which she had many and lying in bed, smoking and reading. In those days you could buy a single cigarette for 2 cents and I was the courier. What did I know, I thought all mommas were like that.

Across the street, my aunt Rose was much more busy cooking, but candy and honey cake were specialties which friendly persuasion might elicit from her. But, she was a teacher and had a lot to say about how terrible the Department of Ed. Always made the wrong decisions. No naps for her. She impressed me, but not so much that I thought her a model for momma-hood.

As I grew older, I wondered how people could spend their time doing nothing. I thought napping is doing nothing; you lie there, eyes closed and sleep. After a while you wake up sometimes a bit refreshed but pretty much unchanged. And the universe was out there (universes if you accept the multiverse formulation) for you to engage in whatever way suited your fancy. Aside from school, always a detestable place, I built model airplanes, smoked a pipe, went to movies, sometimes twice a day and generally preferred not to waste my time. Because the theaters showed double headers, going twice a day was sort of a Herculean task. I mean, gee, four movies left the mind a blur. My mother, busy chatting with friends or lying about smoking and reading never noticed how I spent my time. Remember, I had been a sickly child so if I were well she didn't have to pay much attention. At least, that's my adult assessment.

As a young man, I refused to nap even though I might be tired. Perhaps, though, I wasn't tired enough. I rapidly learned in the army that given a 5 minute break, that time spent dozing would make a difference in later-in-the-day military pursuits. Aside from that, napping or dozing was simply not part of my life scheme.

It's not that I never received contrary advice from newspaper articles about living the good life and surely friends and relatives, except friend wife, would tell me how miserable I looked and urged naps upon me. I resisted all such; somehow my toughness was at stake and I would be tough. Little did I know that it was all pert of the rejection of momma and the identification with poppa and aunt Rose.

Even now, when I have admitted that naps are a good idea, I resist. Friend wife napped all the time I(Is there something to this bit about marrying your mother?). There are times when watching TV or reading, when my eyes start to close that I will consider the desirability of a nap. But, I always tell myself to wait until the next commercial or to finish the chapter. It's a clever plan because there is always more story when the ad is finished and always another chapter. So, I stay away from naps as much as I can knowing with certainty that I would feel more alert if I sleep. Yet, absurd as it is, I grudgingly admit that napping is nice. Off with the shoes, kick the cat out of the bedroom, snuggle under the bed clothes and disappear. Wonderful and I plan to nap this afternoon, but like a new year's resolution my plan will go poof because the universe is always there, beckoning, enticing, luring me to engage with it. When I get too draggy, I drink caffeinated coffee. Take that, mom. I'm tough!

Whenever I start to feel dozy

And my eyes begin to get closey.

Thoughts of naps then emerge

But, I fight off the urge

Though alas, I hardly feel rosy

NAPS

11-28-11

Many years ago, when I was a neophyte, green, untested and not at all wise I wondered why people took naps. My father was a perpetual motion man keeping us in cornflakes with two jobs and running out at night to lodge meetings and whatever. Naps were not part of his life. My mother, contrary-wise was a pretty lazy person. She was insufficiently interested in preparing anything to eat more than the most rudimentary meals with pan fried meats and mushy string beans; and, with casual house cleaning, that was it. Her time was spent chatting with friends, of which she had many and lying in bed, smoking and reading. In those days you could buy a single cigarette for 2 cents and I was the courier. What did I know, I thought all mommas were like that.

Across the street, my aunt Rose was much more busy cooking, but candy and honey cake were specialties which friendly persuasion might elicit from her. But, she was a teacher and had a lot to say about how terrible the Department of Ed. Always made the wrong decisions. No naps for her. She impressed me, but not so much that I thought her a model for momma-hood.

As I grew older, I wondered how people could spend their time doing nothing. I thought napping is doing nothing; you lie there, eyes closed and sleep. After a while you wake up sometimes a bit refreshed but pretty much unchanged. And the universe was out there (universes if you accept the multiverse formulation) for you to engage in whatever way suited your fancy. Aside from school, always a detestable place, I built model airplanes, smoked a pipe, went to movies, sometimes twice a day and generally preferred not to waste my time. Because the theaters showed double headers, going twice a day was sort of a Herculean task. I mean, gee, four movies left the mind a blur. My mother, busy chatting with friends or lying about smoking and reading never noticed how I spent my time. Remember, I had been a sickly child so if I were well she didn't have to pay much attention. At least, that's my adult assessment.

As a young man, I refused to nap even though I might be tired. Perhaps, though, I wasn't tired enough. I rapidly learned in the army that given a 5 minute break, that time spent dozing would make a difference in later-in-the-day military pursuits. Aside from that, napping or dozing was simply not part of my life scheme.

It's not that I never received contrary advice from newspaper articles about living the good life and surely friends and relatives, except friend wife, would tell me how miserable I looked and urged naps upon me. I resisted all such; somehow my toughness was at stake and I would be tough. Little did I know that it was all pert of the rejection of momma and the identification with poppa and aunt Rose.

Even now, when I have admitted that naps are a good idea, I resist. Friend wife napped all the time I(Is there something to this bit about marrying your mother?). There are times when watching TV or reading, when my eyes start to close that I will consider the desirability of a nap. But, I always tell myself to wait until the next commercial or to finish the chapter. It's a clever plan because there is always more story when the ad is finished and always another chapter. So, I stay away from naps as much as I can knowing with certainty that I would feel more alert if I sleep. Yet, absurd as it is, I grudgingly admit that napping is nice. Off with the shoes, kick the cat out of the bedroom, snuggle under the bed clothes and disappear. Wonderful and I plan to nap this afternoon, but like a new year's resolution my plan will go poof because the universe is always there, beckoning, enticing, luring me to engage with it. When I get too draggy, I drink caffeinated coffee. Take that, mom. I'm tough!

Whenever I start to feel dozy

And my eyes begin to get closey.

Thoughts of naps then emerge

But, I fight off the urge

Though alas, I hardly feel rosy

NAPS

11-28-11

Many years ago, when I was a neophyte, green, untested and not at all wise I wondered why people took naps. My father was a perpetual motion man keeping us in cornflakes with two jobs and running out at night to lodge meetings and whatever. Naps were not part of his life. My mother, contrary-wise was a pretty lazy person. She was insufficiently interested in preparing anything to eat more than the most rudimentary meals with pan fried meats and mushy string beans; and, with casual house cleaning, that was it. Her time was spent chatting with friends, of which she had many and lying in bed, smoking and reading. In those days you could buy a single cigarette for 2 cents and I was the courier. What did I know, I thought all mommas were like that.

Across the street, my aunt Rose was much more busy cooking, but candy and honey cake were specialties which friendly persuasion might elicit from her. But, she was a teacher and had a lot to say about how terrible the Department of Ed. Always made the wrong decisions. No naps for her. She impressed me, but not so much that I thought her a model for momma-hood.

As I grew older, I wondered how people could spend their time doing nothing. I thought napping is doing nothing; you lie there, eyes closed and sleep. After a while you wake up sometimes a bit refreshed but pretty much unchanged. And the universe was out there (universes if you accept the multiverse formulation) for you to engage in whatever way suited your fancy. Aside from school, always a detestable place, I built model airplanes, smoked a pipe, went to movies, sometimes twice a day and generally preferred not to waste my time. Because the theaters showed double headers, going twice a day was sort of a Herculean task. I mean, gee, four movies left the mind a blur. My mother, busy chatting with friends or lying about smoking and reading never noticed how I spent my time. Remember, I had been a sickly child so if I were well she didn't have to pay much attention. At least, that's my adult assessment.

As a young man, I refused to nap even though I might be tired. Perhaps, though, I wasn't tired enough. I rapidly learned in the army that given a 5 minute break, that time spent dozing would make a difference in later-in-the-day military pursuits. Aside from that, napping or dozing was simply not part of my life scheme.

It's not that I never received contrary advice from newspaper articles about living the good life and surely friends and relatives, except friend wife, would tell me how miserable I looked and urged naps upon me. I resisted all such; somehow my toughness was at stake and I would be tough. Little did I know that it was all pert of the rejection of momma and the identification with poppa and aunt Rose.

Even now, when I have admitted that naps are a good idea, I resist. Friend wife napped all the time I(Is there something to this bit about marrying your mother?). There are times when watching TV or reading, when my eyes start to close that I will consider the desirability of a nap. But, I always tell myself to wait until the next commercial or to finish the chapter. It's a clever plan because there is always more story when the ad is finished and always another chapter. So, I stay away from naps as much as I can knowing with certainty that I would feel more alert if I sleep. Yet, absurd as it is, I grudgingly admit that napping is nice. Off with the shoes, kick the cat out of the bedroom, snuggle under the bed clothes and disappear. Wonderful and I plan to nap this afternoon, but like a new year's resolution my plan will go poof because the universe is always there, beckoning, enticing, luring me to engage with it. When I get too draggy, I drink caffeinated coffee. Take that, mom. I'm tough!

Whenever I start to feel dozy

And my eyes begin to get closey.

Thoughts of naps then emerge

But, I fight off the urge

Though alas, I hardly feel rosy

NAPS

11-28-11

Many years ago, when I was a neophyte, green, untested and not at all wise I wondered why people took naps. My father was a perpetual motion man keeping us in cornflakes with two jobs and running out at night to lodge meetings and whatever. Naps were not part of his life. My mother, contrary-wise was a pretty lazy person. She was insufficiently interested in preparing anything to eat more than the most rudimentary meals with pan fried meats and mushy string beans; and, with casual house cleaning, that was it. Her time was spent chatting with friends, of which she had many and lying in bed, smoking and reading. In those days you could buy a single cigarette for 2 cents and I was the courier. What did I know, I thought all mommas were like that.

Across the street, my aunt Rose was much more busy cooking, but candy and honey cake were specialties which friendly persuasion might elicit from her. But, she was a teacher and had a lot to say about how terrible the Department of Ed. Always made the wrong decisions. No naps for her. She impressed me, but not so much that I thought her a model for momma-hood.

As I grew older, I wondered how people could spend their time doing nothing. I thought napping is doing nothing; you lie there, eyes closed and sleep. After a while you wake up sometimes a bit refreshed but pretty much unchanged. And the universe was out there (universes if you accept the multiverse formulation) for you to engage in whatever way suited your fancy. Aside from school, always a detestable place, I built model airplanes, smoked a pipe, went to movies, sometimes twice a day and generally preferred not to waste my time. Because the theaters showed double headers, going twice a day was sort of a Herculean task. I mean, gee, four movies left the mind a blur. My mother, busy chatting with friends or lying about smoking and reading never noticed how I spent my time. Remember, I had been a sickly child so if I were well she didn't have to pay much attention. At least, that's my adult assessment.

As a young man, I refused to nap even though I might be tired. Perhaps, though, I wasn't tired enough. I rapidly learned in the army that given a 5 minute break, that time spent dozing would make a difference in later-in-the-day military pursuits. Aside from that, napping or dozing was simply not part of my life scheme.

It's not that I never received contrary advice from newspaper articles about living the good life and surely friends and relatives, except friend wife, would tell me how miserable I looked and urged naps upon me. I resisted all such; somehow my toughness was at stake and I would be tough. Little did I know that it was all pert of the rejection of momma and the identification with poppa and aunt Rose.

Even now, when I have admitted that naps are a good idea, I resist. Friend wife napped all the time I(Is there something to this bit about marrying your mother?). There are times when watching TV or reading, when my eyes start to close that I will consider the desirability of a nap. But, I always tell myself to wait until the next commercial or to finish the chapter. It's a clever plan because there is always more story when the ad is finished and always another chapter. So, I stay away from naps as much as I can knowing with certainty that I would feel more alert if I sleep. Yet, absurd as it is, I grudgingly admit that napping is nice. Off with the shoes, kick the cat out of the bedroom, snuggle under the bed clothes and disappear. Wonderful and I plan to nap this afternoon, but like a new year's resolution my plan will go poof because the universe is always there, beckoning, enticing, luring me to engage with it. When I get too draggy, I drink caffeinated coffee. Take that, mom. I'm tough!

Whenever I start to feel dozy

And my eyes begin to get closey.

Thoughts of naps then emerge

But, I fight off the urge

Though alas, I hardly feel rosy

IF YOIU KNOW THE TRUTH, WHO NEEDS RULES?

IF YOU HAVE THE TRUTH, WHO NEEDS RULES?

In Denver, we have Tim Tebow, quarter back for the Broncos. He is a very devout fellow and many of his fans make much of that fact. While he is the starter for the team, it is not clear that he is the genuine thing, but his religious fans are convinced he is the best. But, their enthusiasm leads them to complain that he has not had a fair chance until recently and that all criticism is because he is an openly Christian fellow. They complain that there is significant hostility toward Christianity and he bears the brunt because of his enthusiasm for that religion.

This is an idea I have heard, though somewhat vaguely and it leaves me a bit surprised and a bit saddened. And, I have not taken it seriously figuring it requires a sort of looney-tunes mentality to think that Christianity is oppressed.

But, in in the current issue of Freethought Today, the isubject came up again, this time, in connection with a shrine honoring Jesus that is on public land, Yes, for decades, in Montana’s Flathead National Forest that shrine has held sway, put there by The Knights of Columbus apparently in response to a request by Catholic veterans. I suppose some hackles are rising as you read this. What the hell is a religious shrine doing on public land? A good question, and there is no information about why the Forest Service provided the land to the Kinghts rent free, where the statue of Jesus still stands.

That was the status quo until the Forest Service decided not to renew the ten-year contract which had been repeated every decade since the mid-fifties. That meant that the statue had to come down and be placed on whatever non-public land the Knights thought suitable. But, before the deed could be accomplished, a Montana congressman fulminated against the change. He said, “Removal of this symbol of hope and faith is an insult to the sacrifices they so willingly gave our great country.” No mention of sacrifices is offered except military service. Well, hell, a lot of us did that: Catholics, the great variety of Protestant religions, Judaism, Muslims, Hindus, etc. all made similar sacrifices with maiming and death as consequence for some. What that has to do with sticking a shrine on public land I cannot fathom except, dare I say it, a certain amount of pushiness.

The constitution, specifically the First Amendment is clear, sticking a shrine on public land is a no-go yet there it is, it has been done. When the Forest Service received the congressman’s complaint, they immediately halted the ejection process and decided to have a public hearing on the topic. Do they not understand that the constitution is not up for grabs by any pressure group that can muster enough public support? The whole point of that worthy document is make sure that we follow rules designed for the general good. Whatever is decided as a result of public comment has no relevance.

Instead of acquiescing, the protestors made up absurd stories. They call it a WWII memorial even though the leasing agreement says it is for “a site for a religious shrine.” It clearly is there to promote religion. Another bit of nonsense is that the statue is too fragile to move.  But, the Forest Service Employees for Environmental Ethics commented that if we can put a man on the moon we should be able to move a statue without it collapsing. Crank mail has proliferated around the issue with much ugliness and little understanding. The kicker is that again comes the complaint that Christianity is embedded in a hostile environment. Humbug!

In Europe, religious interest has diminished significantly so much so that the European Union constitution makes no reference to religion. The Vatican complained bitterly but to no avail. In this country the number of people checking” none” on the religion box has increased and the number of those avowing agnosticism and atheism has increased.

Scholars of the American scene have pointed out that government, by keeping hands off religion, has helped it prosper. With no federal or state rules, religion has spread, though the above suggests that perhaps that wave of religious passion is coming to an end. Whatever the truth, it is vital to all of us that the constitution be honored.

WRITING - Aargh!

4-11-11

WRITING ALL THE TIME

Yes, I write all the time. I never quite thought about it that way, but I realize that almost every event has me thinking about how I might start a story or an essay. The way I fall asleep is to tell myself stories. Am I recreating a childhood in which my mother or father told me bedtime stories? I don't remember any such and I can't imagine either one of them engaging in warm, snuggly behavior with me. “Bert, go to sleep.” “Yes, Momma.” Truly, I don't remember any such dialogue, but that is how I fantasize about it. So, perhaps in telling myself stories I am creating that which I never had, sleepy time comfort. But, if I cannot find a bed time story it is sheer hell; my mind twirls flashing from one possibility to another trying to find a pleasant, self-aggrandizing story and if I don't I have to resort to counting, `1,2,3, up to 100 and eventually collapse into a fitful sleep.

Ordinarily, I will go into musings about how I would create a story. Once I was passed by a small delivery truck with “Frozen Food,” painted on its sides. It really zoomed by and disappeared almost in a cloud of dust. Why is he driving so fast? Is he escaping something or rushing to something? Is his cargo melting? Perhaps he overslept, why wouldn't he get up on time? Was there a body in his kitchen, but why not call the police? He was a runner for the mob boss. ETC.

I almost never follow through, never putting such imaginings on paper. In truth, I have not written a story since the Civil War piece a while back. For unknown reasons, I have focused on writing essays and because I have been reading Torah, I have done a few on biblical themes. When I get an idea going, I grasp on like a bulldog; however, I want to break away that part of me demands that I stick with it. I remember reading about how we slaves left Egypt, how we fought off the Amelekites, how we made a gold calf and couldn't get away from what seemed most likely: The story was filled with hyperbole. Slaves? But we left with herds and flocks and gold and silver “borrowed” from our Egyptian neighbors. There is more, but my point here is that when I get an idea I wrestle with it, write paragraphs in my mind and at times think of nothing else. With that piece, I tested each conjecture in my mind. It occurred to me that God was no different from the Pharaoh; they were in a battle over who was in charge. God, clearly in charge, killed dissenters, slaughtered is the better word. All whirled around and kept me awake at night.

I hoped to be selected by my local paper to write some essays for them, but no such luck. Of course, they urged me to reapply next March and I suppose I will. Headlines catch me up. The dream act failed, our state legislature shot down same sex union, why don't we raise taxes on the rich, should groceries sell full beer; all are fascinating and catch my brain but where shall I put them? What a curse.

There was an old fellow who wrote

Nothing of very great note

But he continued to strive

With ideas quite alive

But mostly what he wrote didn't float

NEVER THE TWAIN SHALL MEET

Looking at the history of the world, in my somewhat dilettantish and rambling way it seems most obvious that we are a rather pugnacious animal. Look at all the damned wars around the globe. Except for, perhaps one, all societies had and have arms designed to bash, skewer, chop, dismember and incinerate other folk. It has been, and forever more shall be, what makes us human. Animals don't typically kill except for food or to protect their young; we do it for fun and games. Well, really not fun and games though there is some grisly pleasure in winning a life and death battle; there seem to be three reasons we get into the institutionalized killing game. One is for self protection. Clausewitz, that German general who understood war commented that wars are generally started when the invaded people decide to fight the invaders. If one did not mind having resources stolen or women raped, no violence would ensue. Empire building, a purely natural desire to improve ones standard of living required going after others goods resulting in wars.

Finally, after much bloody mayhem, we have decided there is a better way to sort out who gets to own what. Differences are now more likely decided through negotiation; i.e. the failed League of Nations followed by the UN. Attempts at international treaties such as the still simmering Law of the Sea (The US refuses to ratify it) are attempted with moral suasion the primary instrument.  Some presidential candidates argue we should attack Iran while the prevailing opinion seems to be to make their quality of life tougher. We even let the Arabs own their own oil. War for resources seems less likely.

A second source of war is civil war or revolution. A people fights against those in charge in order to change the system of government. Our revolution, the French revolution, the Russian revolution, the Arab spring, etc., are examples of how people can refuse to tolerate tyranny. Such wars are often blood baths with the victors slaughtering the losers.

But, the third cause of war and the most intractable is religious differences. This might be more true of western civilization but perhaps not. So many have been killed in the name of God that it is fair to wonder what God might be thinking. As far as I understand things, God is typically described as loving peace (except of course during war when he is described as the host of battle or given some other bellicose nickname.) except when the expectation is that God will smite the enemy. Is it not astonishing that Christians professing belief in the same God have committed the cruelist acts of murder piously proclaiming, as did the German army, “God is with us.” The Jewish Messiah was to lead the people in destroying the enemies of Israel. Wrong believers and non-believers alike are fair game to religionists who know the capital t, Truth, and it almost always includes destroy the other. In Israel, the orthodox throw stones at Jews of the wrong kind.

Well, all that sounds a bit like the other cases of war noted above, but there is a significant difference, one that ensures that religious wars will continue into the distant future. Why is this so? It is because religions have no way to negotiate their differences. It is argued that all religions worship the same God, but the devil is in the details. When Luther had had enough there was no way to sit down and discuss the matter to see if some mutual agreements might be worked out. Protestant objected to a number of the Vatican's ideas, well okay, that's part of the human condition, but absent any way to work out mutually agreeable solutions, the solution was to kill each other, to wipe the other completely out. Islam's goal is to take over the world; they go on jihads, essentially religious wars and they determine that Jews have no right to life. This goes back to Mohammed who got pissed because the Jews refused to join with him

What goes on here, why is killing preferable to negotiation? Because, negotiation is impossible when each side has capital t Truth. The Vatican and Greek Orthodox churches, indisputably Christian, struggle to find some way of finding a way to come together. There is the same effort with the Anglican church but big t Truth always gets in the way. Keep in mind that religion is a way of knowing how the universe is organized. Well, science comes along and challenges many of religions ideas and there is a slow erosion of religions belief in western civilization. (Of course, science is attacked as ungodly; to be an atheist in this country is sometimes dangerous.) It may very well be if that process continues Western religious wars will disappear, but then the problem will be how to live with Islam. Perhaps in 500 years or so, such things will have sorted themselves out.

If you want to get into deep trouble

Attempt to burst a religionists bubble

He/she will staunchly resist

Calling you atheist

As if that status is truly insufferable

FATE

FATE

There is no such thing. Things happen without our control and we invent things about them. Asians call fate Kismet, meaning that when bad things happen the only thing to do is shrug and live your life. Fate implies that there is some mysterious force that operates in the universe that controls our destiny. It was Charlie's fate never to meet a decent woman is what people say about Charlie, meaning that it was somehow ordained by the universe.

Humans have huge egos. We easily develop the notion that the universe takes an interest in us or ignores us when it should not. So many things happen of which we do not approve and we bizarrely become upset, either bemoaning our fate (there's that word again) or becoming angry when things go wrong. We miss the obvious; there is no rational reason that the universe should pay attention to our desires. Or, as the late, great American psychologist, Albert Ellis said, “The universe doesn’t give a shit.” We do not exist as separate entities within the universe; we are part of it as much as the earth we walk on or the stars in the sky.

How did we get here? Religionists insist that there is a determining part of existence that created the universe, i.e. God that created us. The thought seems to make some people happy, but at the same time left many people uncertain. Instead of accepting received wisdom, they raised questions. That God created us did not and does not satisfy. Human beings just a few hundred years ago began to understand the process of how we became . . . us: Evolution. Paying attention to that process makes it evident our transformations over time were natural events, a function of the state of the universe's interaction with a part of it, protoplasm. No one knows how protoplasm got started. Something it was in primordial oceans hit by lightening that made things that lived. Others think that spores of life, floating through space, landed on earth and survived. Some think that aliens seeded earth with life for whatever purpose they had. Did God do it? The trouble with God explanations is that they stop inquiry and Godly institutions, jealous of their perquisites, sometimes killed people who wanted more knowledge.

Some religionists argue that everything in the universe is exquisitely balanced so as to make life possible. If the earth were too hot, or too cold, we could not survive. Too much or too little radiation, if Planck's constant was a fraction different it would have forestalled our existence. Thus, they argue, that the universe must have been created so we would have a place to live. Idiotic! They miss the point that however life started it would have gone no further if it could not adjust to its reality. There is no knowing how many times some form of life appeared but could not live in the environment as it was. Or, it could prosper until the environment changed; all sorts of changes happened to the protoplasm and most died out, but mammalia, ultimately us, survived. When the environment changed, we adapted. But, sometimes adaption was not possible and species died. The dinosaurs could not make it after the giant meteor hit the earth; our forebears did. Of course, they changed to meet the new conditions and over eons, we changed and changed and changed to meet new environments. Nothing about the universe was designed for us; adapt or disappear. The fossil record attests to that. So, we made it . . . at least until now.

We all face the problem of how to live an acceptable life in the face of an intractable universe. By far, the great bulk of humanity reacts with emotions that have no relation to the problem. A patient described how, once, he shook a fist at the sky in outrage for something or other that had gone wrong. What's the point? Yes, he said he felt better after doing so, but it had never occurred to him that he could feel better by accepting loss as part of life and continuing to strive to enjoy his life. “I can't be happy unless the universe does such and so,” is the lament. Humbug, sheer, unadulterated humbug. But prayers are made urging God to change the rules and most prefer not to notice when he, she or it doesn't pull it off. After all, at least there is somebody there listening and making decisions on a master plan that we cannot comprehend. Yeah, that’ll be the day.

As Omar Khayyam wrote:

           

The moving finger writes

And having writ, moves on

Nor all thy piety and wit can lure it back to cancel half a line

Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.

EYEGLASSES

You are with your beloved and now's the time. You tell her you love her and she, with a tender smile on her face responds in kind. Your heart soars; she loves you, what else is important in the world? But, a thought intrudes. Shall you use the glasses? She has avowed her love for you, why check but establishing the certainty of her love is not such a bad idea.

Out come the glasses. “Oh, how odd looking they are and there is a wire that leads into your coat.” As she speaks, you slip them on and to your horror, you find distaste on her face. “Dearest, tell me again how you love me.” She responds, “Of course, I love you with all my heart.” But the glasses tell a different story. There is distaste and contempt. All she wants you for is your money is the only reasonable conclusion.

What is this? What sort of magic glasses are these? Well, as She-who-must-be-obeyed said, magic is just another word for ignorance and they are simply a technological marvel. The line leading under your coat is attached to a power supply and a small computer that holds information about facial reactions. The glasses can read minute facial changes that tell of inner feelings. A surface smile may mask an inner scowl undetectable by the unaided eye and expose the person's core attitudes.

Well, it's a cool idea but is it real? Yep, it's as real as a slap in the face because that is likely how the revealed knowledge might feel. And, it works in reverse. Approaching a man who seems cool a distance, one might learn he is eager to meet you but is a bit shy and probably would respond to a bit of friendly prodding. Technology would support a new romance that might never have blossomed.

Such glasses are already in production, though I don't know by whom and how much they might cost. I can't imagine they would be cheap, perhaps they will be so expensive that only the wealthy, either private or governmental can afford them but wouldn't you like a pair? Think of how much your life would improve with awareness of someone's private feelings. Suppose, for example you are negotiating for a car. You have rejected the first bid but the salesperson insists you could not possibly refuse the second. It is a rock bottom price only because she likes you and he will have to convince the manager and blah, blah blah. You are sorely tempted to close on the spot but instead, out come the glasses and there it is on her face as if in capital letters: WHAT A SUCKER!

Clearly, you would not always want to know the truth. Imagine your doctor smiling as she reassures you that the lab reports are fine. But, with the glasses you see worry. What the devil is bugging her? Is it something about you or is about some personal problem and worse, how can you find out? Or, think about a date in which she has bored you flat. You will not see her again, but the glasses tell you she wants you. You are faced with rejecting her and causing pain or seeing her again and feeling pain. Better not to know.

Think of all the times people who can help have stated they will get right on your problem and if you read their faces you see sincerity, but through the eyeglasses you see indifference or rejection. Is it your trusted advisor? Ugly thought.

What do you do after an officer stops you and approaches wearing the glasses? Well, there is no point in lying about why you were speeding but she will no doubt observe the rage in your heart about her stopping you. Do you want her to know that while she writes the ticket? Criminals will be the losers during interrogations. We will be the losers while trying to gain whatever advantage there might be in a proposed deal. Is it possible that we all would become more honest? A terrifying thought.

There once was a fellow, Ignatius

Who was always and ever so gracious.

With artful device

He'd always speak nice

Though his hatred would be so vexatious.

                                                                                                                         

MORALITY: WHENCE COMETH IT?

One of the greatest struggles in the history of ideas is how to understand the origins of morality. Western civilization (I don’t know enough about others) has always attempted this issue and certainly, our recent election was fraught with moral concerns.

There are, happily, only two sides to the matter. There are those who believe there are moral standards in the universe that are kindly provided by a deity. The Ten Commandments, whichever version you espouse, were reputedly given by God to Moses. But, with three versions, Jewish, Catholic and Protestant which one is God’s? Whichever of them might be your choice, there remains the problem of the other two. Because morality is a godly imperative, the non-godly, by definition are unmoral and deserving of whatever punishments practicable. We no longer burn them at the stake but there is not much point in their running for office. (Elizabeth Dole attacked her competitor for not believing, i.e. he was an atheist.) In this perspective, sinning is essentially the breaking of one of God’s rules.

The other position argues that morality, all of it, is manmade. It is true that some genetic research suggests there is something innate about our tendency to create rules of conduct, but the rules themselves are clearly a function of human experience. Such rules are not discovered embedded in the universe or the heavens; humans found it necessary to create their own. Note that the commandments made sense in small communities. Aside from those commandments, which establish a relationship with God, the others make social and community sense. Murder, theft, coveting, etc., would tear a society apart. That such behavior must have been a problem is evidenced by the reality that the rules were written down. There is no commandment to take care of children or pets; such behavior is understood. The commandments express concerns about a society spinning of control; and to make sure the commandments were followed, God would smite you or send you to hell.

Still, God-as-enforcer did not work particularly well. Obviously, members of the social group noticed that killing, stealing and coveting continued unabated so, voila, man-made consequences appeared. They were a bit bloody; even now in some Islamic countries a thief has his hand chopped off but no longer are eyes plucked out. Surely, we need rules to live by. No speed limits or traffic control would lead to chaos. We don’t need a deity to command us to regulate ourselves and society, but notice that the big social battles, i.e. the “culture wars” have to do with religious morality versus realistic social structures.

The struggle over abortion is a religious one though not all versions of religion oppose it. On one side is the notion that the soul enters at the moment of conception. The other side argues that human choice should determine if a woman aborts the fetus. Embedded in this issue is the difference between received wisdom and human values. The problem is that moral rules shift. It once was received wisdom that God approved of slavery. Now, God disapproves of it. Slavery is blight on economic progress; that understanding makes sense along with empathy for the suffering.

We all try to be good and that is reasonable but absent a deity how can a person know what is good? Is it bad to kill? Of course, unless we kill our enemies in war; that expunges the guilt.(At one time, Christians refused to join the army. The consternation that caused led to the creation of the concept of a “just war.” If a war is just, of course is swell.) But more mundanely, we struggle with moral issues every day. Imagine driving in heavy traffic. Everyone is rushing to get to work and someone wants to get into the tight flow of cars. One could stop and make unhappy the people behind the driver or continue and keep the driver who wants to get into the flow of cars unhappy. Whichever the choice, there will be unhappiness. Alas, being good is amazingly complicated.

Rather than struggle with trying to adhere to good behavior, it is wiser to try to act sensibly in terms of self, loved ones, friends and society at large. What is the sensible course of action if your family is starving and you have no resources? Would you steal food? From one point of view good behavior, from another point of view, bad. Where are your loyalties, to society at large or to self and family preservation? Your choice.

ANIMAL FUN

Animal Fun

That we are animals is not in doubt, that we are purely animals is difficult for some people who prefer and insist there is more to our lives than that. And, it is extraordinary how the two positions come into conflict, how our world rotates around one or the other.

The ancient Greeks wondered about the nature of humanity and how to live the good live. Epicurus argued that we should enjoy life, that pleasure is good and the denial of pleasure foolish. While he argued that all pleasure is good, he also pointed out that not all pleasure is good for you. Epictetus, the Stoic, argued that passions are a major error and we should be in control of them.

The ancient gods, Greek and Roman, reflected these themes. The Greeks had Bacchanals during which boozing and sexing were the major activities. There were Venus v. Athene, polar opposites, one representing sexual expression, the other intellectual pursuits.

The Christian founders and the general public believed the world would come to an end in their lifetimes so the pursuit of pleasure was downgraded. The pleasure seeking path never leads to heaven. Marriage was thought to be unnecessary and never for pleasure. The aim was to prepare for the end by strengthening spiritual attitudes thus to prepare for facing god. The pursuit of pleasure could easily disrupt such aspirations. And, clearly, the pursuit of pleasure would disrupt religious discipline and perhaps toss the leaders out of work.

The origins of Judaism faced different problems, but it became necessary to curtail pleasure seeking lest it interfere with worship. The commandments are only ten of over 600 laws which must be obeyed. Obviously, the more laws the less opportunity for free expression. Currently, the combination of Jewish and Christian values is called Judeo-Christian and concerned with its adherents being “god fearing,” and following the commands as received from on high.

All of which sounds fine but ignores the reality that humans are to create lives in accordance with the rules imposed on them in Eden. Adam and Eve blew that idea right off the bat and Cain quickly followed suit. A and E were the first pleasure seekers, trying to find something better than their immediate lives and Cain personified hurt ego run wild. You'd think the early wise men would have figured out that humans were the flies in the religious ointment and in a sense they did. Do this and don't do that were the response to humanity's natural proclivities taking up so much time that there was little left over for fun. The Catholics (perhaps other Christians) insist that sex, in the face of all rational experience, is only for procreation and must not occur without that motivation. In reality, one might argue that sex is the point of it all and procreation was added to it rather than vice versa. The Puritans brought themselves to this continent not because of persecutions but because they would not tolerate what they believed to be the loose Christianity of England. When they got here they established their own rules of social conduct, much stricter than the English variety but pretty soon they began to lose to the new American society that gradually built up pre-revolution. By today's standards, our forefathers were at least substance abusers if not alcoholics. The ale houses proliferated and people spent their time there where not working. Contrary to religious demands, they were having fun.

We continue to struggle with such issues today. Sex for pleasure is still anathema for a huge percentage of our population. Abortions are hated because they appear to eliminate the negative consequences of the sex act. Booze has taken an unyielding grasp of the nation but any other substance is feared and hated. Marijuana is absurdly classified as a class 1 narcotic and totally banned when in truth it is a safer drug than alcohol.

These struggles are pushed by the religious folk who deem pleasure seeking as an alliance with the devil. People who do it the wrong way, or are improvident and worthy of punishment. The missionaries to “primitive” peoples insisted that women be on bottom and men on top as the “Godly” way. Not so long ago birth control was banned and even now effective morning after pills are challenged because they seem to abort a fertilized egg.

So, are we simply animals or is there some ineffable spark of who knows what that separates us from the rest of the crowd. Absent any proof, much less evidence, we must accept that we are animals and try to live accordingly. Remember Epicurus' injunction: all pleasure is good, not all pleasure is good for you and have fun in its wonderful variety.

There is simply no way to measure

The ways tried to stamp out our pleasure.

If it feels much too nice

They call it a vice.

And find chores to fill up our leisure.

GLAMOUR

2-28-11

GLAMOUR

My immediate thought was a question: Are men ever called glamorous? There may have been some rare occasions, but in truth, only women are glamorous. And, if only women are glamorous, we are talking about sex. Unlike the relationship between peacocks and peahens (and others of that ilk) in which the boys have the fancy plumage it is Western civilization women who support the rag trade. Most women, and I thank the powers that be, want to be attractive, it is a desire or habit which persists until dementia. The goal is to attract my attention. I know women jabber about dressing for other women, but that only means they are aware of the competition between all women to get men to look at them.

Glamour is the apex, the ultimate expression of the process. I recently saw a history of the Bikini, a minimalist approach to attracting attention. It had its origins when the government, during WWII asked that all clothing manufacturers use less material; and that lead to the two-piece bathing suit. The bra was all-concealing and the belly button was securely covered. This was called glamorous. But, in the mid-sixties, a French man decided that that style was boring and created what was immediately called the bikini. Bikini was an atoll where the US exploded a major nuclear device and the new Bikini exploded onto the public consciousness. Notice that it was a man eager to see more of women who designed it. He could not find a model who would wear the thing and finally hired a stripper who cavorted around showing considerably more flesh than a man could expect to see. (Sometime later a fashion designer produced a one-piece bathing suit for women . . . showing bare breasts. But, unlike the bikini, it was never worn again.)

Public reaction condemned the bikini. That only a stripper would wear the revealing suit condemned it as a sexual device to lure lustful men to their doom. It was immoral. The Pope declared that no Catholic could wear it and it was essentially stillborn. Parenthetically, women's bodies have always been a problem. During Napoleonic times, high-toned ladies wore gowns that exposed the pink of their nipples. Later, women were tightly bundled up. Have you not seen photos of women bathing in early years? Only their faces and hands were exposed and what they wore fully soaked weight 50 pounds.

The Bikini, which no decent woman would wear ever and no slutty woman could wear in public almost instantly disappeared . . . until ten or so years later when the French sex kitten, Brigitte Bardot began to wear one in public. Instant sensation because the combination of glamour and sex had finally become acceptable. Young women began to emulate her, but everyone knew what they wanted. Look at me, have lustful thoughts and who knows what might happen? Bardot, the international sex symbol let the world know not to be shy about sex. Still, the vast bulk of woman wanted nothing to do with the Bikini. It had too much to do with sex and women tend to be shy about blatant advertising.

That's where things stood until Walt Disney, the Mousqueteers and Annette Funicello. You will remember she and the other Mousqeueteers were the epitome of the virginal ideal. Protective clothing, belly button covered up and no hint of sexual attraction. But, somewhere along the line, whether from Disney execs or Funicello the idea popped up. Yes, she wore a Bikini, but her navel was exposed as was much more of her body. Was there a condemning uproar? Not at all. Funicello was so pure that even wearing a Bikini did not turn her into a lustful, sex-crazed teen-ager. Even with the dreadful device, she was pure. Young girls everywhere emulated her. As much as parents protested, there was Funicello, sweet and demure who showed it could be worn with dignity.

Enter Raquel Welch, tall and curvaceous in 1,000,000 Years BC. With a bikini, you could have it all; you could be demure or sexual as you chose. And of course, the string Bikini is about as minimum as you can get and still be socially proper.

The Academy Awards always show women in their best plumage. They are rated in how well they chose their feathers and they become the year's standard for glamour or, as it really is, the men-look-at-me game. It all has to do with the never-ending dance of sexual desire and provocation. It is our manifest destiny. Consider some research done by Masters and Johnson. Men tumesce about twenty-five times a day; women start to lubricate about twenty-eight times a day. We are sexual creatures and I think that's swell.

There once was a girl who was cussed

By men who demanded she must

All of them she'd eschew

Not even trying a few

Until later she discovered real lust

WHAT DO I LIKE ABOUT SUMMER?

 

5/24/10

What Do I Like About Summer?

Nothing! That's right; summer is the worst season of the year. I know that people love it, especially kids such as I who hated school and wanted the freedom to sport around without parental admonitions about studying and looking nice for school and whatever blather they thought pertinent to our lives. It was, without a doubt sheer blather; parents typically can't let their offspring run around doing their thing. They always know better and impose it as much as they can. Of course, the older the kid, less control they have. Tough!

But, memories of my parents are not the only reason I especially dislike summer. After all, whatever the season, they are always around knowing better and much of a kid's life is spent fending them off.

Summer has its own idiocy. First, it is much, much too hot. In Brooklyn, the air was moist as well as hot, providing me with sticky heat that literally poured off my body in droplets of excess sweat. In Colorado, the air is dry and the heat has a tendency to crisp the body. Neither is acceptable to me . . . nor to any right-thinking person.

Another problem is that you are supposed to enjoy yourself when older doing such as swimming, and playing handball, tennis and golf. In fact, places boast about their summer recreations. All of these activities entail outdoor effort, producing more body heat and getting the body turned redder and/or browner. Feh!

Of course, there is always picnicking. What pleasure. That means dragging food out into the open air, sitting on blankets to avoid the usually moist grass and eating such foods as potato salad, cold chicken, sometimes regular salad, potato chips and other such. You don't know who made the chicken, the potato salad or the cole slaw. Of course, the chances of liking how each was made are slim. Some chicken is too dry or salty, some potato salad lacks enough mayo or has no onions and don't ask which grocery provided the coleslaw. All such food might be perfectly acceptable in a restaurant or home. In such places there are no bugs, no damned mosquitoes or bees or wasps, or creepy crawlies to partake of your goodies. By the time you sag onto the blanket to eat, the hot coffee has become cooler and the cold drinks have become warmer. There is none of such nonsense in the sanctity of the home . . . or the restaurant. Both, if properly equipped provide lovely cool air produced by that technological marvel, the air-conditioner.

As I remember it, there was a slight advantage to going to the beach . . . girls in relatively scanty swimsuits. This was the only time when frolicking was part of the zeitgeist. Typically, I would go to the beach with two or three friends. There were the usual parental injunctions to wait an hour after eating before swimming and not to get sunburned. And, of course, to watch out for the wrong kind of girl. We wouldn't admit it but we secretly longed for a kind, sweet, wrong kind of girl. We never did find one.

Girls did the same thing, showing up in a small group. They affected to look quite uninterested in us boys who were engaged in grinning like fools (well, we were, making absurd noises and cavorting around getting sand to spray on them. This was usually the icebreaker accompanied by, “Ooh, you're getting sand all over us.) One of us would respond with something like, “That's not all we want to do.” We giggled mightily at such wit as did the girls, though they were at first quite restrained. So, summer provided tentative mating rituals, though I never mated with any of them, nor did my friends. In retrospect, these were games played more seriously when we became older.

What did I prefer during summer? Reading whatever I wanted. The library was full of books that explained the world to me. Fiction taught me about romance and sex, and it even taught me something about manhood. Non-fiction filled me in on the excitements called history. But, parents, actually my mother, would nag, it's such a lovely day, why don't you go out and enjoy it. I noticed she never did, preferring to lie in bed with the radio on, smoking and reading, but speaking up was more dangerous than I cared to dare. My version of getting out was to go to a movie, sometimes twice a day. Cool!

Even though I would not admit it, autumn was better because school started. My friends and I would sit on the Ocean Parkway benches, gab, flirt and eat ice cream bars. But, parents typically screwed that up also. They would take trips to the Catskill Mountains and stay in some resort for a week. My sister was old enough to be left at home, but I was dragged along, my protests naught availing. Finally, I went to college and later forcibly entered the army. Anything was better than summers at home.