Thursday, January 29, 2015

Please, Don't Inflict Your Religion on Others!

A comment from this article from today's NY Times.

"This [article] is why "conscience laws" about abortion and birth control were always a terrible idea--they set the precedent that you can use your religion to avoid doing your job and to discriminate against people. Hey, look, it was a bad idea!

If you don't want to dispense legally prescribed medicine, don't be a pharmacist. If you don't want to perform abortions, don't be an OBGYN or a doctor in an ER. If you don't want to marry gay people, don't be an official who hands out marriage licenses. If your religion is going to get in the way of DOING YOUR JOB, then find another job. It is not society's place to accommodate your bigotry."

Couldn't have said it better myself. Check your religion at the door! 

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Guitar Shredders

During this morning's run I was listening to Sister Andrea, a cut from the Mahavishnu Orchestra's live Central Park recording that took place back in the early 70's and it brought to mind the vehement insistence of a broad swath of guitar afficionados who say that speed is not important when it comes to soloing--rather it is the hook and story that matters. But I was/am addicted to the breathless, electric buzz saw fingerings of the great maestro John McLaughlin, who is nothing without his blinding speed.

Still, I can see the point of his critics. The great bluesmen B.B. King and Buddy Guy and immortal rockers like Page, Hendrix, Slash, and so forth--speed was an element, but it was the beauty and logic of their musical stories that sold their artistry. But what's not thrilling about the great McLaughlin or Alvin Lee or the whole clutch of metal guys who reel off cascading notes with preternatural velocity. Well, speed, yeah!

Part of it is I'm not fast. My fingers stiffen and lock up when I try to arpeggiate too quickly. I'm more cut out for the slow blues and torchy rock. That's why I admire the speed demons, even though, back in the day, it was fashionable to sneer at the conceit of athletic fret-burning at the expense of structure and pace. 

Nah, it was jealousy!

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

How to Treat Your Muslim Neighbor

So when you see men of a certain skin tone wearing loose-fitting clothes, wraps around their heads, long scruffy beards; or when you observe women covered head-to-toe in a sheet with only two eyeballs staring out, are you thinking bombs, guns, and terroristic mayhem?

I'm sure many people do. The question that is hotly contested is whether Islam is a violent, nihilistic religion or one of peace and charity. The answer, from what I can gather, is probably yes in both instances. As with most scripture-driven mass religions, various tenets are open to interpretation.

Religions attract not only the pure and devout, but also the crazy and unhinged. Thus, the parts of the Quran that may be open to interpretations of violence are seized upon by the psychopaths as an outlet for their fury and bloodlust. That's how we get the over-the-top mass violence that has ravaged so many parts of the world. That, coupled with extreme poverty, envy of Western culture, frustration, fascistic regimes, general ignorance, and it's easy to understand why there's no shortage of tinder to fuel rage in the Islamic world. Sure, violence and intolerance is suggested in their scriptures, but they're blown out of proportion to fulfill various demented agendas.

But Christianity is not off the hook in that regard. The Bible, which is as open to interpretation as the Quran, was the excuse behind the Crusades and various other purges and mass annihilations in both the Old and New World. Can't think of any religion that doesn't have a fair amount of blood on its hands.

So, how do you regard your Muslim neighbor? Treat him or her as just another person and not as a personification of their faith. And heed the wisest of advice: Never discuss religion or politics with anyone. Stick to the weather.

Je ne suis pas Charlie Hebdo!

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Mindfulness for What Matters

Mindfulness, which means being able to live in the moment, can be exhausting! Gurus of mindfulness insist that life can be richer and more meaningful if we pay conscious attention to what we are doing at all times, rather than surrendering to habit and routine.

I disagree. Heartily!

I believe that excessive mindfulness would make our lives come to a complete standstill. That it's more important to be selective about "being in the moment."

Habit and routine are essential to me, because I don't put much faith in my ability to remember things and to focus on tasks as special and new each day when they can otherwise be done by rote. For example, I set my clothes out the day before, put my employee ID badge in the same pocket of my briefcase every day, set my wallet on the same windowsill every night, keep my cell phone on the same counter all the time when I'm home, park in the same spot at the train station every day, make the same wide turn into my narrow driveway, eat essentially the same lunch every week day, follow the same motions when I clean the toilets at home, haul the trash to the curb along the same path, and delete email the same way every day.

Yes, that makes Carl a dull boy--but it also instills habits that prevent me from misplacing my wallet, cell phone, and keys while also preventing me from bumping into objects at the train station or clipping a bush in the corner of my driveway at the end of my commute. All because I don't have to think about--or be mindful of--what I am doing.

Also, I chop onions the same way and with the same motions every time, jack up the car and change oil the same way, peel carrots and potatoes using similar stroking actions, use the same potholders when handling hot bagel pans, and install windshield wiper blades the same way every time. All this to avoid the inevitable bruises and lacerations if I mindfully approached these mundane activities and tried to invent more creative and fulfilling ways to accomplish them. There would be no point, in my opinion.

Much of what we do every day is a repetition of what we did the day before. I would suggest that most of the most mundane tasks should be consigned to habit and reflex, because they are hardly enriching to the mind or body. The utility of habit can save us a lot of time and potential injury.

I would preserve "mindful" moments for when you're thinking big thoughts about the fate of mankind, when you're engaged in cross training to develop under-utilized muscles, when you're trying to move up several levels in a video game, when you're learning a new skill or honing an old one, mastering a musical instrument, watching a sunset or the gleam of adoration in your lover's eyes.

Save mindfulness for what really matters. Habits are for the dull but necessary chores of our lives.

Monday, January 5, 2015

Some 2015 Predictions

This post is mainly to serve as an indelible record of things that I think will happen this year and which I'll revisit on December 31. If my predictions turn out to be correct, I will crow my prescience oi this space or cite my utter-out-of-touchness and blindness if I'm wrong on most counts. So here goes:

Sports:

  • 2015 Super Bowl Champs: Seattle Seahawks
  • 2015 NBA Champs: San Antonio Spurs
  • 2015 Stanley Cup Champs: Who cares?
  • 2015 MLB Champs: Kansas City Royals
Politics:
  • Obama will issue at least 10 vetoes, but no more than 20
  • Congress will pass fewer laws than the last do-nothing Congress
  • Chris Christie will be shamed out of running for President
  • Two top 2016 presidential candidates: H. Clinton and J. Bush
  • No tax reform
  • Obamacare will survive the latest Supreme Court battle
World:
  • Europe will lapse into another deep recession
  • U.S. stocks will rise, but less than 10%
  • Bonds will go down, mainly due to Fed interest rate increases
  • Radical parties in Europe will win important elections in Greece, Italy, and possibly France
  • Crazy Islamists will continue killing each other in greater numbers
  • ISIS will be held in check by coalition forces and not expand further in Iraq
  • Afghanistan will have a bumper poppy crop
Culture
  • SELMA will win Best Picture Oscar
  • Beyonce will win...more stuff
  • The Kardashians will continue to be famous for no particular reason
  • I will sell at least 10 books
  • GAME OF THRONES and  WALKING DEAD will continue to be gruesome
  • I still will not be able to identify 8 out of the Top 10 billboard pop music artists 
  • Taylor Swift will continue to suffer from media over-exposure
  • Miley Cyrus will continue to suffer form dermal over-exposure
  • Twits will Tweet at unprecedented levels

Friday, January 2, 2015

Don't Feel Like Running

I ran 1,300 miles in 2014 and I don't feel like running today. Running's been a habit, a sport, a challenge, a refuge, a millstone for almost 30 years of my life. Running four or five days a week, racing every event from 5Ks to marathons, but I didn't feel like running today.

But a slave to habit, I put on the sweats and sneakers and hat and gloves and slipped out the side door and on the road. And put one foot in front of the other in rapid succession and hoped that my spirits would be lifted, as they usually are, with the freeing sense of movement. 

But the uplifting spirits didn't get out of bed and I only got through my six miles through discipline and habit. I didn't feel like running today, just like I didn't feel like running all this week or the week before that. The body is tired, the mind is weary and running, usually an antidote, just dragged me further down and I couldn't get the enticing concept of a nap out of my mind.

Running blogs and magazines insist that all runners go through periods of running despondency, when the urge to run just dissipates. Some people even quit running altogether, but I'm a lousy quitter. I force myself to do things. Force myself to go to work, clean the bathrooms, write stuff, recycle the cans and newspapers, practice difficult guitar pieces--all things that are work. 

Now I'm even forcing myself to run. The rational mind is forcing me because it points out quite accurately that running is good for the heart, the skeleton, lean body mass, mind acuity and so on an so on. 

But we are an emotional species and my emotions are not into it. I'm just dragging my resistant body through the motions. Promises of treats in the end don't do it, nor does running with pals snap me out of it. 

Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and feel like running. Sure didn't today.