Wayward Landlubber

FREEDOM Everybody claims to want freedom, though few care to understand the nature of freedom. Some think freedom is not having another cabin in the same visual area. Some think freedom is not having someone telling you what to do. Some think freedom is being free to tell others  what your magic being demands of you. Some seek the freedom to abuse people whom they think should be subjects, some merely want the freedom to stand up against that which diminishes them. In truth, freedom, like liberty, requires dedication to an other group of beings, so that you both can find other groups of beings to rid the world of that which wishes to oppress you. Because there is nowhere in the galaxy where there is not some being who wishes to be a Supreme being. For a while we came close. It was a good idea 250 years ago and still today. We may take pride in continuing to pursue those lofty ambitions, even as we fell on our faces thanks to poor leadership. And it worked, sorta, until we stumbled ...

Defenestration has a rich history, far richer than the simple act of throwing a dude out a 4th-floor window might imply. The word comes from a Latin word, fenestre, meaning window. It seems to be in fashion in Moscow in recent years. At first it was merely people who had different ideas of government than those held by Vladimir Putin. In very recent times, the victims seem to be closely connected to the leadership of Russia. Why not? Using the oppressive tactics of your oppressor is quite satisfying. Maybe someday soon, we shall see a flying Vladimir Putin splat onto the cobblestones.    This eastern European tradition goes back to the late 15th Century and remained popular through the 17th Century. It was started in Prague, Czechoslavakia. It had a lot to do with the emerging Protestant Reformation that became the Hundred Years war. Though Protestanism surely must have been revolutionary, the good Lutherans prefered to call it reforming. Ya gotta like that. Never-the-less, fo...

It used to take a long time to get a controversial issue before a legislative body. You had environmental requirements to be considered, legal issues, land-use, and concerns for over-taxing water and sewage installations. This was not that long ago within my political memory. At some time around the 1980s, this changed. Thanks to generous campaign donations to conservative groups in the political underworld, and a political party willing to kiss the ring of a president who can threaten their political future, the government supposedly, of the people, is now wholly in the greased palms of a conservative Supreme Court and members of both parties who mostly infest the right.  This is not just a national issue. It applies to local governments as well. Even in blue states. Which brings us to the proposed Data Center in SE Salem near the county jail. Not yet two weeks ago word emerged of a proposed Data Center. It has the stink of a done deal. Many of us speaking before you tonight do no...

There will be no fancy speeches from our side to honor Lindsey Graham. Yes , it would be nice to say a nice thing about a politician from either side of the law, once they no longer require a skeptical eye, but that's not gonna happen, not today, not for this guy. Sure it's a decent thing that Sen. Graham did by supporting the arming of Ukraine even though the president of his party feels a closer kinship to Vladimir Putin, the guy who had Ukraine attacked. But that is insufficient for praise. One good thing is not enough to drag the political decency equation to the other side. Lindsey Graham may or may not be a closeted gay. I do not care where he gets his love or whether he pays for it. His party, the Republican party, makes life miserable for men and women who share an affection for people of the same sex. Lindsey has never gone to their defense. It is even more dire for those whose sexual organs may not conform to the way they feel about themselves. They are literally a ha...

It happened nearly 50 years ago; only a couple months into my 27th year. I was in the process of failing to find a a crew position on a sailboat heading west to Hawaii. I wanted to feel three, possibly 4 weeks of sailing on a beam reach, a friendly currant adding to the knautical miles traveled. What could possibly go wrong? My first postcard invite fell thru, my next postcard will also fail but I don't know it yet. This was before email. Crew positions were applied for through the USPS after answering an ad from a yachting magazines. I was sitting on a bench in Marina Del Rey, the bronze statue of the Helmsman under a line of date figs off in the distance to my right. Before me in the bay, young people were renting  small sailboats named Sydney Sabots. Flat prow and stern, about 9' long, jibless spritsail and center-board. I was enjoying a burrito from a food cart when an old man approached the bench I was sitting on and sat down at the other end. I nodded to him and we return...

4th of July means fireworks. Every adult, myself included, becomes a kid around fireworks. We look forward in anticipation for that day when fireworks displays will be going off once the sun goes down. In my early years 4th of July meant a family reunion at my grandma Ramsay's house in Molalla where the cousins would get together and play games and attendthe carnival, while the uncles parked cars in an unused piece of land behind grandma's house for fair-goers, rodeo-goers, or for the big parade. Meanwhile the aunts took over the kitchen and came up with scrumptious pies. Oh there were meals as well,  but those pies. And those three nights of the 4th of July weekend were rewarded by a spectacular pyrotechnic display. Later in about 4th or 5th grade I learned (or rather survived, a fundamental lesson in what makes a solid propellant, and what makes a huge bang, thanks to a used Estes rocket engine tube and my dad's 12 Guage shotgun shells. Over time a childhood friend, Lonni...