Thursday, July 3. 2008Comments (0) Trackbacks (0) The View from the Couch: Happy FourthThis will be one odd Fourth of July. President-to-be-most-likely Barack Obama gave speeches this week on patriotism, on values, on religious groups playing a bigger role (delivered to "Faith in America"! ) in the nation, corralling the center (he hopes), while the stock market tanks, people get loans to fill up their gas tanks, California is burning, fireworks being outlawed, Fox News losing viewers, but old Rush gets a rush from his new many millions contract. John McCain might have trouble keeping the base happy, but not Limbaugh. I listened to him for a year, wrote about it in my '96 campaign book, and am impressed he's managed to triumph over his troubles (drug habit, subsequent hearing loss, fatness, etc.) Rush can't make it on TV, but radio, his audience, at least, loves him. Speaking of seeing, rather than just hearing, most Americans can visualize Barack Obama as President, but they are still trying to focus picturing Michele as First Lady. But, it's equally hard to focus on Cindy McCain as First Lady, too. So all that might end up a wash. Continue reading "The View from the Couch: Happy Fourth"Wednesday, July 2. 2008The candidate joke meterthis Irishman named O'bama walks into a bar... Oh sure, there have been jokes about Obama's pastor and the live-chicken-eating craziness surrounding statements made by Jeremiah Wright while Barack was a member of the flock. Those jokes may truly hurt Obama as Wright is or was a friend and represented Barack's strong faith. But compared to the up close and personal attack gags made on the other two including those regarding Hillary's looks, inferring a less (or more) than feminine mystique, and McCain's age, inferring the prospect of oncoming dementia, jokes dissing Obama are about as close to personal as another zip code. Don't get me wrong. I'm sure that somewhere, where the Klan is still the secret society of choice or the Aryans hold car wash fund raisers, there are sick and nasty jokes involving Barack's ethnicity and his Middle East middle name making the rounds. But back here in polite society, it seems totally acceptable to make fun of Hillary's "look" which is hardly out of the mainstream for her age group and McCain's codgerism which not only hasn't been demonstrated but seems to be automatically and generously applied to anyone old enough to collect Social Security. The only thing Barack has been mildly kidded about is his bowling ball's affinity for the gutter. This hardly makes him less of a man, athlete, or anything but a non-entity on the professional bowlers tour. Recently, when his Barack jab drew silence on the Daily Show, John Stewart remarked to his audience that it really was OK to make fun of Barack Obama. With anyone else, Republican, Democrat, Libertarian, Whig, Green, or Commie, he hasn't had to pause to make that statement. It's not that Barack is so good that his persona, personality, and presence are above reproach and pointed humor. Looking at it obtusely, it may simply be another example of the distance we have to go in this country before persons of color are fully accepted by the rest of us, uh, persons of non-color. We may like him, respect him, and vote for him but damned if we'll like him enough or feel comfortable enough with the fact of him to make fun of him. In that way, we continue to hold Barack and other African, Asian, and Hispanic Americans at arms length. As the saying around the old fraternity house went, "if you can't rip on a brother, who can you rip on?" Hopefully, some day we'll be close enough to do so. Friday, June 27. 2008Comments (0) Trackbacks (0) The View from the Couch: UnityWell, it's unity everywhere, or at least in Unity, New Hampshire, Senators Obama and Clinton smiling wildly at each other. More wild is Bill Clinton, unaccounted for, sulking, his hopes dashed, the boy from Hope hopeless, till he figures how to be the Come Back Kid once again. Meanwhile, Barack Obama already appears to be president, if the press conference he held in Chicago yesterday is any indicator. It seemed like a presidential press conference; Obama exuded a bit of impatience, mentioning that he had answered such questions before, talked in the measured tones of someone with his hands on the levers of power. Reporters differed to him as if he was already elected. Perhaps Obama's performance seemed presidential, since Bush's appearances recently seem slightly surreal, more Bush jokes than substance, Bush kidding around as if he can't wait for his term to be over. Though coincidental, it isn't difficult to watch the disputed election fiasco in Zimbabwe to be an Africanized version of the 2000 presidential election, Florida style, Robert Mugabe taking on the W. role. It's a cartoon version, of course, except for the Zimbabweans, especially those who have been assaulted or killed. Where is Donald Rumsfeld to give his political analysis of this young democracy and say stuff happens, ala Iraq? Continue reading "The View from the Couch: Unity"Tuesday, June 24. 2008Comments (0) Trackbacks (0) The View from the Couch: Public Money
The view from the West Coast is both short sighted and endless: it's that ocean
out there, going on forever. But politics here seems decidedly local, given that a host of reforms are already in place, i.e., water rationing, nitpicking recycling laws, gas guzzlers scorned and, at times, defaced. Out here cable news remains on east coast time, so unless one is watching in the middle of the afternoon, it's the shows CNN and Fox fill up the night with, Hannity and Colmes, Anderson Cooper, on at dinner time. And speaking of east coast time, one bit of information from out west needs to be put here, since I have seen it no where else. Taking a float trip in Wyoming, the guide regaled us with the tale of Saudis who took over a dude ranch near Jackson Hole. That is not strange, since they have billions to spend where ever they go. What was strange is when Saudis travel it is always Saudi time. Fancy restaurants would accommodate them:they would have dinner, shop, etc., at 3 AM. Whatever their Swiss watches told them was the time was the time. The hired help wasn't as happy with the arrangements, though, as the owners were. Evidently, it's a Saudi world, and the rest of us just live in it. But it is, ultimately, a matter of money, as it is with Barack Obama's decision to spurn public financing for his run for the White House. Continue reading "The View from the Couch: Public Money" Tuesday, June 17. 2008Syria: An Innocent Abroad (Part IV)
Tea and Narghile
The vast outward reach of Businessparkville, IN is growing increasingly dangerous to our sense of identity. This notion is not revolutionary--that Carmel, Plainfield, and Greenwood are exponentially becoming a landscape of Simon Malls and efficient retail space, as well as excessive contributors to Indy's vacant housing ratio. The expansion of miscellaneous retail chains and indistinguishable housing is murdering the notion of neighbors and basic human warmth. But six thousand miles away, despite political turmoil and sexual persecution, the Arab word for "neighbor" still preserves its weight. A year ago I conducted an interview with David Gray for NUVO's Oranje Indy issue, and on a personal level the Ball State Professor of Architecture indulged my helpless search for a "sense of place," as he put it, relative to the architecture and landscape of Indiana and the world. In some places, you just have to try harder than others to love your home. His designs accent and intrigue certain dimensions of stereotypical trademarks of Indiana; like a run-down red barn, sitting atop a soft incline of green-space in rural Carmel. When you live in a place that could be any of a thousand other cities in the world, sometimes only an artist and a searching heart can foster pride in the landscape. But in Damascus, where the labyrinth of alleyways and supersaturated round-a-bouts are filled with independent vendors, and the "neighborhoods" are a complex system of back-alleys with front doors miscellaneously scattered about the maze, proximity inflicts togetherness. There is no such thing as a grocery store in Damascus. The system of shopping for anything is like a flea-market-- you buy your pistachios inside one shop, then walk twenty feet through the crowded Souk (think of the market scene in Aladdin... "Dates! Sugar Dates! Sugar Dates and Pistacciooooooos!") to buy a bag of soft and delicious bread--which, while I was there, thanks to the Iraq War and the influx of refugees, had inflated to the cost of madness at the bakeries. Six thousand miles away from a U-Scan and Kroger plus card, I was forced to speak with each vendor (such as the language barrier would allow)--God forbid, engage a moment of my time with another human being. And many of them are genuinely interested in my life, if only for the 7 minutes I come and go from their world forever. Since I've been back home, I have been aching for the U-Scan to ask me in pitiful English where I'm from, and eagerly welcome me to its medina. When the infrastructure of society forces you to actually talk to people in person-- even if it's an escalating argument over the price of a taxi fare (generally ending somewhere near the range of 80 cents) and you see them everyday, you have no choice but to learn their name and, at that point, invest in them neighborly courtesy. This past weekend, new neighbors moved in downstairs. I considered asking them to take a break and visit-- but the idea of knocking on a stranger's door-- even one who sleeps eight feet below me-- and inviting them in for tea and narghile (hookah) seems asinine and moderately suspect. But, in the Middle East, that is hospitable-- that is life-- the kind I wish we had in Indiana. There were certain Arab lifestyles that I wanted to bring home with me. Chiefly, stopping to "have a tea." I drink it daily at work since my return, in my flowery tea-cup (a habbit that has often called my sexuality into question among certain ball-busters) each afternoon, and it is wholly refreshing among the madness of my day. But Damascene culture takes it a step further-- no visit, errand, or play-date is complete without a tea and/or narghile. I've taken up tea in lieu of coffee, often times, but the impersonal experience of a Starbucks or massive Borders Book Store, with a paper cup and indiscriminate scenery is far from intimate-- and defeats my desire to stop for tea with my buddy on our way to the ballpark. Meanwhile, oceans away, American students at the University of Damascus are having a quiet tea on the balcony of their home, after a pleasant afternoon siesta, before heading out for the hustle of their evenings-- and knowing, I mean really knowing their confederates, filtering through teabags the hardships and impermeable differences among their contrasting life stories, to find genuine warmth in white clouds of narghile smoke. (This message brought to you by Phillip Morris.) Tuesday, June 17. 2008The Watchdog of the Forest
[Editors note: this story, by The Watchdog of the Forest, was posted by Jim Poyser]
I'd like to start this piece by clarifying a few things from the article in last week's Nuvo about the deforestation of the Hoosier National Forest in southern Indiana. First of all, I don't live in a house adjacent to the National Forest. It's a one-room log cabin with an outhouse, although it often feels like home. A three-hour journey separates the cabin from my house in the city. Continue reading "The Watchdog of the Forest" Friday, June 13. 2008Comments (0) Trackbacks (0) The View from the Couch: Town HallingSummer's slowing down most everything political, so much so that we're lost in town hall mania, John McCain style. He wants one held most every week, with Barack Obama in attendance, so the old war hero can poke fun at mister smarty pants. And Ronald Reagan's widow has just announced that her husband's library out in a lovely part of California is available as a setting anytime it's needed. Obama's people are a little reluctant to get involved is this love fest of highly managed citizen participation. Way back when, when Joe McGinniss wrote The Selling of the President 1968, these staged formats were Richard Nixon's favorite. But everyone wants a break, a vacation, from campaigning; indeed, exhaustion is being given as a reason that Obama chose Jim Johnson for his veep screening team, now that Johnson has bailed out, given the bad publicity he generated just for being who he is. (My mention of him last week was doubtless the last straw.) McCain has been losing people for months after their biographies are made public; usually it's the long list of lobbying efforts trailing them being the cause to jump. In Obama's case, one commentator on Diane Rehm's Friday news roundup show expressed disbelief that Obama, being a Harvard Law School graduate, didn't have a trusted brilliant lawyer friend to name to his veep committee. She didn't seem to recollect that Bill Clinton and his wife, Hillary, Yale Law School graduates, had the same problem when they hit town and moved into the White House. It's hard to gain trusted friends when you're accelerating through space so quickly. And some of Obama's Chicago friends were only showing up at the local political operator Tony Rezko's trial, including defendant Rezko himself. It's a problem with hitting the big time so soon. There's likely to be more betrayed friends than trusted friends. Continue reading "The View from the Couch: Town Halling"Wednesday, June 11. 2008Comments (0) Trackbacks (0) Is George Walker Bush our worst President ever?It's summer. Let's go waterboarding! You're right. It's certainly not fair to judge our current President before his term ends or before he is judged by the sands of time. It's just that it's fun to wonder if thirty more years of scrutiny will really make any difference. Thirty-four years later, Nixon is still a crook though admittedly the botched second-rate burglary and Tricky Dick's paranoia seem somewhat quaint and inconsequential compared to the lists of transgressions and psychological challenges logged by some of today's politicians. And Nixon's accomplishments in foreign and domestic policy were and are notable if not far-reaching. Hey, look 'em up. But what has George done that basks in a positive light or even a dim bulb? Try to name one successful program, positive initiative, good speech, or even a memorable sentence. Hard huh? Looking back and grasping for any low echelon comparison in recent history, Jimmy Carter was not a particularly strong President. Gasoline was expensive and sometimes hard to get, the economy was down, inflation was up and Iran thumbed its nose or flashed other, more expletive digits in our country's direction. But compared to Bush, Jimmy Grits looked like the world's statesman and domestic guru as he worked to get Israel and Egypt together and at least tried to help Americans in tough times. And that conclusion can be drawn before counting the recent starting of a war that is widely accepted by liberal and conservative alike as unnecessary at best and horribly catastrophic and humanly and monetarily wasteful at worst. W may never have slept around but the religious right must be yearning to trade W for a more randy President that also might occasionally get on base in any game by getting a hit or at least getting beaned by a wild pitch. So as we see the last months of President George W. Bush enter the history books, somewhere Andrew Johnson and Warren G. Harding must be high-fiving. They're out of the cellar. Saturday, June 7. 2008Comments (0) Trackbacks (0) The View from the Couch: Over and Out?The primaries are finally over and the buyer's remorse seems right around the corner. Even Barack Obama has been sporting "How did this happen?" expressions in photographs various newspaper editors have chosen to run. Hillary Clinton's concession speech today, though, apparently was the hottest ticket in town, almost any town, though the event was held in Washington, D.C.. Though Sen. Clinton said she would throw her "full support" behind nominee to be Obama, she's not throwing her delegates his way yet, since she merely "suspended" her campaign, a fund raising ploy and her ticket to mischief in the convention to come at summer's end. And, speaking of mischief, when Bill Clinton called the author of a Vanity Fair article, which insinuates a lot of both smoke and fire on the Bubba behavior front, "slimy," it was a veracity endorsement of sort. The former president claimed there were "five or six blatant lies in there," in the article, though that sort of non-denial denial leaves all the rest of the innuendo certified. The timing of the article and Clinton's tirade, coming as it has on the heels of Obama's elevation, seems to have put another nail into the coffin of an Obama/Clinton ticket. The notoriety of a barely published magazine article screams "Here's What to Expect!" if Hillary is put on the ticket. But, with all of Barack Obama's "Change" theme, one thing he did not change was the makeup of his veep selection team. There is Caroline Kennedy (the next Cheney, the one to pick herself?), Eric Holder, a former deputy attorney general under Bill Clinton (and there was so much good luck in picking an actual attorney general in Bill's administration), and, the coup de grace, Jim Johnson, the former head of Fannie Mae (subprime city now), who was instrumental in picking the wonderful veep choices of both Geraldine Ferraro and John Edwards. Now those were some picks! Continue reading "The View from the Couch: Over and Out?"Saturday, May 31. 2008Syria: An Innocent Abroad (Part III)
Ninety Percent Muslim is Ten Percent of the Truth
A co-worker recently asked me what it was like being the only non-Muslim in Syria. A couple weeks ago, a family friend asked me if the convents I visited were Muslim convents. But, worst of all, (he says, breathing deep with inevitable regret) as I ducked my head beneath the Calvary-proof arches of a Monastary in Southern Syria, I asked Miriam if the French brought Christianity to Sham. I knew, even as those raw and asinine words were expelled from my mouth that it was the dumbest thing I ever have, and ever would say (insha'allah.) I made Miriam swear she would never tell anyone I said it, as my face flushed red with embarrassment, and one hand held my defeated forehead and the other grasped helplessly at the previous fifteen seconds, trying to rake the words back in like spilled marbles. So here I am, publicly confessing the unfiltered babble that Miriam swore to secrecy under pain of death, blushing even as I type; to show how far detached American society has become from the reality of the Middle East since September 12, 2001. Even a college educated liberal with an intrigued and admiring heart for Arabs forgot, if only in that unfortunate moment, that I was standing in the birthplace of Christianity. There is a street in Damascus, the very street on which I bought pistachios for my father, on which Saint Paul converted to Christianity. I bought 5x7 prints of The Lord's Prayer in Aramaic, the language of Christ, for my grandparents, in a Christian shop in the heart of The Old City in Damascus, a densely populated Muslim district. I went to one of the last villages in the world where Aramaic is still spoken in dialect. I witnessed a baptism at a beautiful Catholic Church, which was bursting with bright hand-made paintings and religious relics-- paintings and sculptures of Christ as he likely was, rather than the Aryan poster-child representation that somehow got swallowed up by American culture, through centuries of denial and misplaced self-indulgence. Wikipedia tells me that the Middle East is approximately 90% Muslim. That seems hefty. But in 1988 America was 88% Christian. I would like to think, if only for my own comfort, that America is not (on the whole) a religiously oppressive society. So it would seem then, that an extra two percent of statistical dominance condemns Arabs as a "religiously oppressive" people. Muslims (among others) are judged for being judgmental and filtered through the non-secular electorate as illegitimate politicians because they presumably seek non-secular dominance. Maybe even, (gasp!) the kind of dominance that gives a country three hundred years worth of Christian presidents. But that would never happen here, not in the land of Freedom and Hannah Montana. Discounting an entire region as extremist Muslim terrorists based on the prevalence of Islam among citizens is no different than discounting all of America as self-righteous fundamentalist Christian fanatics, blowing up abortion clinics and setting crosses on fire in the name of Christ. That hardly ever happens, and the Christian community in society is, on the whole, or at least in principle, tolerant and gracious toward other religions. And when the occasional idiot hurts someone else in the name of God, they do it in contradiction of the scriptures and prophets they disgracefully embrace as pretense for agenda. The Muslims in the Middle East are no different. They are, on the whole, loving and gracious toward Arab Christians. Further; the Christian Arab women in a Damascene Souk (market) are openly welcome, where as a covered woman in the Greenwood Park Mall would be a suspect; a spectacle. I don't have any anecdotes to share about being a religious minority during my time in the Middle East. Because it just wasn't an issue. It was a non-event; all the while surprising that no one cared whether or not I prayed toward the Mecca, toward the sky, or not at all. Wednesday, May 28. 2008Comments (0) Trackbacks (0) The View from the Couch: Fear FactorHillary Clinton has been taking heat for her recent remarks to the editorial board of the Argus Leader, a paper in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. As usual, she was defending her continuing campaigning and, evidently, said, "You know, my husband did not wrap up the nomination in 1992 until he won the California primary somewhere in the middle of June, right? We all remember Bobby Kennedy was assassinated in June in California." So, all media outposts have taken her to task for airing the subject, assigning her an inner wish-fulfillment motive; her own explanation, she said, was having Ted Kennedy's cancer on her mind. What it brings to my mind is the subject of assassination itself and how times have changed. Continue reading "The View from the Couch: Fear Factor"Monday, May 26. 2008The sanctity of "icky"or is it "eeeuuuw"? Friday, May 23. 2008Comment (1) Trackbacks (0) The View from the Couch: DoldrumsWhy should Hillary Clinton be the veep choice? It isn't just because when the two top primary contenders in both parties, however nasty to each other during the race (indeed, it may be a requirement), they usually win if paired on the ticket--see JFK LBJ, Reagan/GHWB--it is because putting Hillary second would actually disarm the Republican attack machine, remove from its arsenal all the anti-Obama things Clinton herself and her people may have uttered over the long primary season. It defuses criticism by means of the audacity (a word Obama loves) of the choice; hold your enemies closer, etc. The Republicans would have to attack the entire ticket, which they plan to do in any case. They just won't be able to effectively use Clinton clips. The downside criticism one hears is that it would marshal the Hillary haters out there, but even haters find it hard to muster the energy to go after the second name on the ticket with much ferocity. Dan Quayle, who helped George H.W. Bush lose his second term, stands as a counter example; he brought most of his unflattering media attention on himself, by acting like such a boob. The veep candidate has to go out of his/her way to drag down a ticket. And the do-no-harm kind of pick often does harm by omission. John Edwards brought the Kerry campaign nothing; if Hillary became the nominee and not picked Obama, she would have been making the same mistake Obama would make by not selecting her. Some in the past have offered up our Evan Bayh as a possible Clinton running mate; he would have been Edwards squared, though raising the chances, but not to the level of a sure thing, of winning the state . Continue reading "The View from the Couch: Doldrums"Friday, May 16. 2008Comments (0) Trackbacks (0) The View from the Couch: EndorsementsJohn Edwards was a failed candidate and he has turned into a failed endorser. Indeed, his "news" did step on Sen. Clinton's victory in West Virginia; that was a plus for Obama, but more so for the larger media, which wasn't going to promote that contest's outcome, except for the white-boys-can't-jump-or-vote-for-Obama angle. Edwards' nod to the senator from Illinois seemed to be the go-with-the-winner sort, a little late in the day, whereas before the North Carolina primary it might have done more good, or not, since Obama was slated to win big there in any case. Perhaps Obama's camp thought it might cost them votes, since Edwards didn't win the state when he was on the ticket in 2004. Hillary Clinton's campaign now seems to be in a holding pattern for the vice presidency. Making nice towards Barack, who she has now deemed presidential enough. And speaking of endorsements, The Catholic League's endorsement of John McCain, via the effusive embrace of Pastor John Hagee's "apology" for his anti-Catholic spiels, is a corker. Continue reading "The View from the Couch: Endorsements"Wednesday, May 14. 2008Syria: An Innocent Abroad (Part II)
Part II: Damascus
There are no driving lanes. Seatbelts are for foreigners, and horns are anxiously tapped like piano keys-- either to indicate a friendly "comin' through babe" or simply just to advise cross traffic through a four way intersection that the driver is approaching with reckless disregard, and aims to misbehave. Approaching a sparse stoplight, the cars eventually settle in on cockeyed "lanes," each vehicle swerving into an awkwardly formed structure reminiscent of a third grade lunch-line. Off the main roads, a labyrinth of alleyways is saturated by pedestrians and snaking autos, as the tourists cling to the walls like Spider-Man, tucking their toes to avoid the expertly maneuvered vehicles. Damascene drivers are extremely talented; if not for their pinpoint depth perception, feet would be shattered and elbows would be dislodged hourly. The streets and most public spaces are, in their own right, Boyztown. As dating is socially unacceptable in conservative districts, public displays of affection are reserved for tourists, and in those circumstances, ill-received. Because women rarely work or socialize in common areas, the streets become a classic all-out Dude Fest, reminiscent of a Frat party, minus the alcohol and scantily clad sluts. The heavy weight of male dominance in the streets leads to two inevitable results: firstly, the occasional uncovered woman gets entirely too much attention, being undressed by dozens of sexually frustrated eyeballs on each daily walk to the Souk, and secondly, hot man-on-man affection. It is illegal to be gay in Syria. A homosexual would, according to local lore, be slapped around by the Military Police and then released after brief imprisonment. However, the social norm is for close friends or confederates to traverse the streets arm-in-arm or holding hands affectionately. The contradiction of social acceptability between Sham and Indy is frustratingly asinine; in Sham I cannot take my love's hand in the market, but I can cuddle with ugly men, should I feel inclined. Regardless, if word spread that when I held my ugly compatriot's hand my inseam stirred to a shapely bulge-- I would get the 'ol Rodney King; social acceptance, militant intolerance. In Indianapolis, the same recourse would lead to social dejection (by some) and militant apathy. Our judgment of their judgment is unreasonably judgmental. |
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