Sunday, December 31, 2023

Wine, the Alcoholic Drinks not So Great

 Wine; the Alcoholic Drinks not So Great

    I heard a recent report on the radio that wine sales are down, perhaps worldwide, and vintners and wine producers in France, among other places, are hurting.

    This is a good trend, in my opinion. Grapes and grape juice are good, but the fermentation and the alcoholic effects are not good. 

    They say that Generation Z is not so interested in drinking as they used to, even in France. Weekly consumption, compared to a generation ago, is down. Wine sellers and growers in parts of France are holding thousands of kilos of wine that is unsold, and many farmers and owners are financially struggling.

    I am not concerned nor worried for them. They will have to find new markets.

    More and more people realize that the imbibing of spirits is not the most joyful of practices, and it often proves expensive. There are very cheap wines available throughout the world, but I think that many folks know that the introduction to their blood stream, brain, and liver, is not the most optimal way to go about living.

    I come from a family that abstained, so I know that we saved a lot of money not spending on these drinks. But for me, more importantly, spiritually and emotionally we benefitting from being dry and far from the effects of alcohol.

    I am not condemning those who drink. Most do it in moderation, and it makes sense for them. Those who overdo it, like anyone of us who can take in too much sugar, or tobacco, or carbohydrates, are playing with fire. Those who get sick with alcoholism, we (I) feel bad for you. I have seen it bring down some good folks. Including family and close co-workers.

    But, I am happy that wine sales are down. Grapes can be used for better things. Or, other fruits can replace them. 

    On an otherwise dry military base where I lived in the Middle East, the alcohol was only consumed weekly by the Friday evening and Sunday congregations of religious believers.

    Yet, there are fewer people attending those services in the younger generations now than before. Less to drink even on the holy days for those services.

    Scientists have done some studies that show that wine is good for the heart and the blood. I think it has to do with the acid or compound in the grape, not the fermented part of the wine.

    Time will tell.

    For now, let's not spend our money or time on these drinks. I spend some time thinking about it.

    That is partially the economist in me, but also a wishful thinker. 

    Cheers all, bottoms up on another dry holiday.

    

Friends, Memories, Connections, Places

 Friends, Memories, Connections, Places

    Last night, celebrating the New Year (2024) before the actual Sunday of the last day of the year, I spoke with some people and learned about connections. It brought back some memories and some new knowledge.

    Memoria.

    That is the title of a song by Nirvana, which they repeat, albeit mispronounced, throughout the song.

    Like many Nirvana or other rock songs, it is hard to know or understand all the words. But the point of the song is understood by me to be about memories, remembering.

    I met a lady who had lived in the same region of Chile as I did, in 1994 and 1995. I was there in 1994, and asked about a couple people that she might have known. I recalled the names of some neighborhoods and streets in places that she lived. She could not remember them. 

    That's okay. I went back to my original places, twice, years later, and I could learn and re-learn the places and names over the years. I bought maps, and sometimes referred to my notes. But I care about names and places and geographies and histories and relationships over time.

    Memorias.

    Kurt Cobain could not last past age 27 to enjoy more of his own. 

    I am blessed to be into my fifties and enjoying so much.

    Talked to a lady who served in Spain, Madrid, who was in the Provo Training Center six months after me. A man who went to Nagoya, Japan, who was in the MTC with me the Christmas of 1989.

    Remembering my buddy Paul, from Mesa, Arizona, who teared up while the family sang at the gym stage during the Christmas holiday, while preparing to be missionaries in Chile. Paul's mom was from Chile. He went to the city of her birth, more or less.

    Learned yesterday my friend Paul from Indiana (we were friends in Indiana) lost his two-year old son last March. 2023 was a tough month for some. We lost our friend Max, too.

    We connected, and in some cases disconnected, and the year has marched by.

    Some of us did not make it, like the victims in the Negev, and the Gazans as a result, some more deadly raids in the West Bank, and some tragedies world-wide.

    Like Ukraine. 

    Some tough spots of the Middle East, and Africa, and a bit of Asia... 

    But many good things are happening.

    Our kids are healthy, as are many of our nieces and nephews, and grand-nieces and nephews.

    And that is that. For now.



    

Saturday, December 30, 2023

2023 Is Okay for Some - Tough Times For Others

 2023 Is Okay for Some - Tough Times For Others

    Gazans have it really bad right now. It has been going on terribly for over two months. Of course, 2,000 or so militants from the Palestinian enclave brutally attacked Israel, and the war has been rough.

    Russia continues to fight in Ukraine. Russians blame the Ukrainians. But they are losing a lot of people, and it is going on two years.

    Ridiculous. 

    Democratic Republic of Congo has problems. People getting killed, maybe blaming Rwanda, enough to attack them.

    2024 will be an interesting presidential and Olympic year.

    Vivre Paris.

    And may we thrive or at least survive another year.

Monday, December 25, 2023

Baby Slaughters and Genocide, From Moses to Bibi

Baby Slaughters and Genocide, From Moses to Bibi

    Moses was forementioned as a great leader, from the God Yahweh since the time of Abraham or maybe before. That had been for hundreds of years. The great pharaoh of Egypt, once powerful empire, feared a rebel leader in the time of this Hebrew Levite's birth, and somehow knowing the time of this baby's birth ordered the slaughter of thousands, perhaps, newborns.

    Moses' family put him in a basket of reeds to be adopted by the Pharaonic family himself. And it worked! Some eighty years later Moses led his people to the Promised Land, the lands of Canaan. Where the pagan Canaanites stood in the way.

    As chronicled in the Holy Bible, like the tale of Moses and the Levites and the other 11 tribes escaping the land of the Nile, Canaan was decimated by Aaron and Joshua, the twelve tribes. Moses died at age 120 without setting foot inside it. Yet, his people conquered and settled it.

    This was genocide. 

    Yet, us Abrahamic traditions accept these tales of woe and slaughter: Jewish, Christian, and Muslim. Moses' time of birth brought the killing of babies, which led to more slaughter and genocide of others a few generations later. How many Canaanites were killed for the Israelites to assume control of what would become Palestine? Five thousand? Ten thousand? More than twenty thousand? The Bible may or may not say. 

    2023 finds us in a sad place. Sad places.

    But first, as I discuss this on Christmas Day, we shall recount the slaughtering of the innocents during the Roman time of the year of Jesus's birth. Like Pharoah some 1500 years before, Herod knew of the prophecies of the new Messiah or leader, and had many babies killed. Emmanuel born in Bethlehem and fled to Egypt escaped the killing, the slaughter of newborns and young ones, and eventually made it to the City of David, to leave his final mark there.

    Two thousand years of Christianity have ensued.

    But in 2023, since October 7 of this year, there has been slaughters and a type of genocide among the Jews and the Muslims. Us Christians are largely left out, but I did read of a mother and daughter who are among the thousand remnant Christians in Gaza, who were slain by Israeli snipers a couple weeks ago. Now in December. Perhaps the Israeli side will blame Muslim militants for the death of these two Arab Christians. Lies, hate, subterfuge, and innuendo, and of course killing, is par for the course right now.

    Not so merry a Christmas.

    There is a slaughtering of innocents in 2023. I see that both sides have much of the blame.

    If I am a Gazan, in support or in league with Hamas or no, I would set the graves of the minors along the border of Gaza and Israel. I would line up the tombstones of the children killed since October 8th and since along the border for miles, modestly spaced to show the massive amounts of innocent youth. I would run long stringed balloons from their respective graves. This would be visible from afar, and be a stark and sobering reminder of what has been happening these last few months, and to memorialize these poor lost souls. Just children, like the Pharoah's or Herod's slaughters.

    Hamas is part of the equation, of course. They bear a large brunt of the blame.

    Killing innocent men, women, and children in a surprise attack and in cruel and barbaric ways has no place in the Quran, ancient or modern Islam, and Jewish, Christian, and secular people, as well as fellow Muslims, should not stand for it.

    Killing innocents has no place in our modern society.

    We have to allow people to live in peace, and permit prosperity.

    Do not settle land that does not belong to you. Do not cut down and destroy trees and properties and crops of those that have little already.

    What are the answers?

    Questions: what percentage of Gazan Arabs claim land from pre-1948 Israel and the West Bank? Five percent? Ten? More?

    What does Prime Minister Netanyahu believe about Israeli settlements in the West Bank?

    Does this continued action and presence have justification?

    Military sweeping of Hamas and the Gaza Strip have their reasons, albeit not acceptable by most of the world. Too many have died and suffered unnecessarily. Perhaps like past times recorded in the Bible?

    Perhaps these things were meant to be, and will continue to occur.

    But in that case, religion, prophecy, and actions based on those beliefs have a lot to account for.

    We can do better. We must do better.

    Peace can be achieved, I believe, but we cannot bring ourselves to it.

    We must not kill more babies. Can we start with that?

    

Sunday, December 24, 2023

Christmas Culture and Traditions Dos Mil Diecinueve

Christmas Culture and Traditions (2019)

There are normal expectations associated with the Christmas Yuletide time worldwide, most of which have developed over decades and centuries. For the collective parts of us this is true, and for individuals within the greater whole we fit our traditions, customs, expectations, and hopes within the greater context. What do we value, what do we do? Are we different in December than the rest of the year? My short answer: We should be, things are set up differently.

At the cusp of a new decade where my generation, Generation X of 1965-1980 has officially hit the time of age and life where we are old, with our children coming into their own time between tradition and discovery, I reflect on the present and the past, and perhaps see into the future.

Much of North America is cold in December, where the light of the day is shortest and there are snows and cold showers and crisp mornings of frost to deal with. Europe is similar in its fashion, with the southern climes being darker and colder, even though a warmer Mediterranean area, like parts of California in the Western United States, usually does not deal with snow, at least not on the lower lands of the coast. Mountain elevations tend to be different, of course. Asia, the northern parts like China, Korea, and Japan, or deeper into the continent in Russia and the center, also face their snowier times in this month. Not all these lands are Christian dominated, but the snow and ice and darkness invite the feelings of Santa Claus and warm hearths and fires, families gathering and outdoor holiday lights beckoning, stores and now delivery giants churning out their wares to the eager masses and their desired purchases. Most presents are given in this month, yes?

The tropics face their own times of climate effects in the holiday season of December. My mother and step-father consider Cambodia the best time to visit for its temperatures in this last calendar month, December.

In the southern hemisphere, the Chileans and Brazilians, Argentines and South Africans, and other Africans, and Australians and some South Pacific islanders are in the full of the bright lights and warmer winds of summer. Some of them look up the northern side of the planet and observe our snowier caprices.

Christians in the south celebrate the yuletide expressions of hope and worship and fellowship as well.

Movies, music, art, food, sports, shopping, eating, traveling, reflect this time of year.

Please do not misinterpret: I am not stating that all humans follow a Christmas tradition. Rather, I am suggesting that the "norm" of the modern world follows this paradigm in December. Celebration of Christ and His birth or not, we are geared to and modulated to respond and behave in the ways of the traditions of the season. Gift giving, celebrations, special acknowledgements to love and kindness and charity, family togetherness. Curious to know what the Chinese do to either distance themselves from this Western way of life or perhaps amalgamate it. Or the Hindus of India, plus the greater Muslim world.

It certainly can be a hard time of year for many, Christian or no, well off or no, healthy or not. Very often the holiday cheer expectations or norms do not fit the lovely picture of warmth and kindness.

Too often it is the opposite. We have times of metaphorical and figurative darkness in these cold months, for sure. Times can be hard.

Nevertheless, the modern day notion of December and Christmas time is fashioned into us, and we are supposed to be happy, cheerful, grateful, secular or no. Some Jewish Americans have the December 25 tradition of eating Chinese food. They also have their lesser celebration of Channukah. There are sub-cultures that celebrate the "Winter Break" (as the U.S. military tries to couch it for people of all persuasions) in different fashions. Many of us like to escape the harsh cold climates and flee to the warm areas, be they islands of other warmer winter locales.

Jehovah's Witnesses worldwide do not celebrate special occasions, that is their tradition. I am positive that they take advantage of the school and work breaks and  come together as families or congregations of believers.

Belief and practice of faith or not, people change many behaviors in December, leading up to the holidays of Christmas, New Year's, and a week later the Day of Kings, for some, or others call it differently. This is the end and the beginning. A time to re-start and re-do. New Year, new hope, new plans.

Re-think?

Probably.

Re-thinking has been going on a lot in the last 10, 20 years.

Allow me to broach on the subject of gender. ( I actually wanted to go into a break down of television specials, movies, books, music, as far as Christmas arts, but first this...)

Some of these thoughts and social movements are not new, per se, to the last two decades, but the larger acceptance of the commonality of them are. Legal institutions and social norms now tolerate or encourage the gay/queer and other agendas of sexual relationships, beyond the traditional male/female romantic paradigm.

A newer age of the Internet and social media have changed perceptions of many things, among them gender preference and gender identity.

I recall from my personal life the presence of gay and same-sex or other influences, my own memories and impression tracing back to the 1970s.

Like all things, our own experience or initial takes can form how we view and deal with these issues. Obviously our own background and individual make up can determine these views and opinions beyond the actual exposures to differing phenomena.

When I was ages 6-8 in the 1970s, my best friend two doors down lived with his older sister and his single mother. I came to find out that his father, who possibly lived in far away New York (700 miles away), was gay and had a relationship with another man or men.

This did not strike me as ideal. Mrs. Noyes seemed like a good and kind person; I thought that the lack of the father to his children and that direct contact, despite the difference in his preference toward a romantic partner, the person he sired two children with, was unfortunate.

Later in the 1980s I became aware of a high school teacher, looked up to greatly by some people I knew, as attracted to both genders, or he was bi-sexual. Not long after that, an older man on my paper route who displayed homo-erotic art, suffered a similar fate like the first gentleman mentioned, and apparently died of AIDS. This was the 1980s. Many homosexual men contracted AIDS. It is possible a friend of mine that I grew up with, his father may have died of AIDS in the early 1990s. I do not know, but there may have been indicators about him being promiscuous. Not my place to be judgmental of such people, in many ways, but each of us deduce how we wish to live and what we accept as preferable for ourselves. Each of us are given this privilege, to choose what we prefer.

The point of being "non-judgmental" is that each of us is free to judge as we please, right? I judged that this preference or lifestyle was not conducive to me. It did not make sense. Some of my close friends from my elementary and middle school decried their gay minister from their church; they did not proscribe to the same morals and tenets of my particular upbringing, which some characterize as anti-gay; for them this meant no longer believing in holy books or authorities, I think, and probably not believing in chastity until matrimony... I fell away from a lot of their friendships and I honestly do not know on what principles they hold now. Almost 40 years later.

I am grateful to live long enough to have this perspective. I am blessed.

And: back to perspective and same gender attraction and identity. 

In 2019 there is newer acceptances of sexual preferences and identities.

In 1998 I had a class at Indiana  University where a professor/teacher (probably my age) declared that there were 37 different genders. I openly disagreed.

This many years later there is likely more acceptance of the openness of sexuality, of who we are, how we are, what we are. Not just what we prefer, but who we really identify as.

More biological and social sciences may indicate this to be fine, acceptable. Ambiguity, others call it dysphoria...

Today conventional wisdom might declare the freedom from former identities and more sure knowledge systems or standards like gender, faith, politics, decency, fairness, justice, equity, equality.

Democracy has come under the microscope, the new frontiers of governments in Russia, China, Turkey, or smaller cases of Venezuela or Iraq or Afghanistan. What about Libya, Yemen, or Somalia?

All these places are searching for their collective souls.

Meanwhile the capitalist system marches on socially and economically, which is generally how are world works, with considerations to saving the environment and our foundations for the future, to include energy policies and conservation practices.

Will cooler heads prevail?

Are we as a planet and people moving forward?

Are icons of the past holding us back, like the notions of monogamy and marriage and gender roles as they have operated for most of biological existence?

It is time to reflect, to see forward a bit more, to contemplate who we are, what we understand, what is acceptable in a modern going more post-modern world. Are we post-modern yet? Some thought that we were back in the 1960s...

I am not convinced that we are post-modern yet, not as many have fashioned it in the last 50 years.

Modernity is now, still, in a day when gender identity is open to many, where one cannot be sure if one is male or female, and if those meanings have meanings.

There is no proof that there are unseen things and beings such as goods or divine powers, or that there has been any interaction with those of us on this sphere, this plain or realm.

The fundamental truths of yesteryear are not more questioned than ever, like a God leading His or Her of Their people, and if there really is any such thing as a Chosen people, or Covenant, or if commandments are so arbitrary that they mean little...

We have decided that murder is bad, right? That is more or less an absolute, but we know there is a time to kill each other as well. Wars become justified when plying the right politics...

We struggle for justice, fairness, transparency, an "equal playing field."













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Stand Up Guy Dies at 52

 Stand Up Guy Dies at 52

    Eric Montross. Probably rhymes with Ross, the popular first name. Not "trose", that would rhyme with "gross". Some may have heard it pronounced both ways.

    Eric was a seven-foot-tall athlete who could play basketball. He grew up in sports-crazy Indianapolis, and as a high schooler was coveted by us Indiana Hoosier fans, but because his parents were University of Michigan alumni there was talk that he would go to Ann Arbor. Coach Fisher up there had some of the best recruiting of all time. IU, home state, or Michigan, to follow the tradition of parents?

    Where would he play? Please, us Hoosier fans pleaded and prayed: come to Bloomington for us, and someone like him will help the Hoosiers win again!

    He decided on Chapel Hill in North Carolina. Doh! Dean Smith had a kinder hand than fiery Bobby Knight, maybe that is why. He likely made the best decision for himself and left the Mid-West altogether.

    And, as a big man anchor for the Tar Heels, helped win them another championship in 1993. Over Michigan. And IU, who was struggling to survive in the days of a pre-eminent Duke program. Another guy, named Coach K., who overcame the mentor we had in Bloomington. Duke and UNC, and then Kentucky would overwhelm our guy, our champ, a guy who would become our former hero and then eventual pariah. Robert Montgomery Knight could not land Montross, despite bringing in the sharpshooter from Lawrence North, Eric's high school, Todd Leary. Leary was about 6'1". Small, not too quick. Not a big pivot like his high school blue chip buddy.

    Todd had a good ride with some great players at IU, but Indiana ultimately foundered. Not enough big-time talent like Montross came to Bloomington to play for Knight and IU.

    We needed Montross in a big way, for basketball glory purposes. But Eric moved on. Good for him.

    Montross played many years (like 9) in the pros, then eventually became an announcer back in North Carolina. He became part of the school, institution, and winning that he chose as a teenager. Good for him, likely the best thing for him. From all I have read and heard, he was a very good person. Magnanimous and gracious. The best combination anyone could be.

    But us Hoosiers feel like we were left hanging. 

    Indiana has not won a championship since the 1980s, as he was deciding on his school choice. We sniffed one in 2002, but UNC continued to grab Indiana big men and won a couple more in the 2000s. Did Montross start this trend? Perhaps.

    Us Indiana loyalists stew and fret and bemoan these events and choices.

    It's only basketball.

    Eric recently passed away of cancer, at the normally healthy age of 52. I read a few articles and I did not see what kind of cancer killed him. The onset took 6 or 8 months. May he and all his loved ones rest in peace.

    I got my first colonoscopy last summer at age 52. The actor of Black Panther's death convinced me to do it after years of health expert recommendations. He died in his young forties. Very shocking and sobering.

    So, we all hail the great big man who helped his choice school win it all in 1993.

    For us Hoosier guys and gals, we missed you then, and we miss you now.

    We will forever miss you, and we will forever think of what could have been.

    What might have been.

    Had Bob Knight won a fourth championship with you in the early 1990s, would life as we know it been irretrievably altered? Likely. 

    But Eric did good, or great, and his life has been no small thing.

    Prayers and condolence to his family, friends, and fans.

 

Tuesday, December 19, 2023

When Did I Become a Poet?

 When Did I Become a Poet?

    Listening to a little radio on the way home from work today, I heard a young lady asked this question. Was she 17? Was she 24. She was young, as a person of 53 years thinks of them when they are of that sound and tenor. But, she was a poet. She gave her answers, and then went on to recite a poem... About big, colossal women, or a woman. I did not finish. I wanted to come in and put the trash cans away. Pick up some branches blown onto the street and driveway from the recent rainy storms. Rainy certainly, but the wind was stronger closer to the ocean. We live three hours from there.

    Poetry and Poems and Poets

I am not a poet

But I played one on T.V.

Well, not a poet.

A sheriff deputy, or another police guy

An office worker, or some random joe.

A random joe.

We saw me on an old show where I received credits

Making it on the database for that one

Gave me some lighter moments online, in the States or in Afghanistan


We do things over time.


We do things here and there.

Like write, and read, and work, and analyze, and maybe workout, or watch a show.

We eat our meals. Alone or with friends.

Sometimes we offend, but not most times.


Sometimes we are offended.

Sure. 

Up north I could see movies during my meals.

Some could be offensive.

That is how Germans entertain the troops and folks.

2012. Into the next year.

And perhaps I wrote some poetry, while not really being a poet.


A poet should be read, and should be shared,

And should think that they are a poet.

I am not, but I can, and do, wax poetic.


So that is when. 

Sunday, December 17, 2023

Books On Books to Be Read --

 Books On Books to Be Read -- 

    Read some scriptures today, mostly from Revelations. Holy scriptures are good.

What else am I reading? I just finished a Harold Bloom essay book of Tolkien and his Lord of the Rings, Hobbit, and Silmarillion tomes. I believe this is my second essay book on the subject. Fascinating topics and discussions. Thought-provoking. That was yesterday, in my car. I read quite a bit in the front seat, like when waiting for my daughter during piano practice and other times. Deep thoughts about heroes and themes, language, antecedents. Really interesting scholars.

    Hemingway's posthumous "Islands in the Stream". Part II, Cuba. First part was Bimini Island.

    "The Painting that Shook Up the World." A biography of sorts about Pablo Picasso. Maybe "Changed" the world. Or shocked the world. It has been really interesting. Super charged with art and history. I like it. I need to finish this. I did major in Spanish, when I think of it. Spain and art. My wife loves most of it. That is good. Spain, where she lived and now has visited a couple times.

    And then the one sitting in the library, the "Ambulance Drivers", all about Ernest Hemingway and John Dos Passos. This one is good. I need to fetch it and finish it.

    "Sweet Grass", by the Potawatomi botanist, recommended or delivered by our Florida-based daughter.

Yeah. Articles, I read, and they distract me, but I read these books when I can, or as I can.

    Read on. Write on. Printing up chapters 6-8 of my book now. Tomorrow. Will publish this thing.

    Yeah, 2024.


    I have 

Thinking and Writing: Too Much and Too Little

Thinking and Writing: Too Much and Too Little

    I have been thinking a bit, or a lot, and there are things that I want to analyze and "put on paper".

    College basketball, professional basketball, George McGinnis dies...

    World violence, poverty, economics, little stuff, big stuff.

    


Wednesday, December 13, 2023

Top Ten Examples of the Book of Mormon

 Top Examples of the Book of Mormon    

To discuss and analyze.

    1. Jesus the Messiah
    2. Mormon the Prophet
    3. Nephi, son of Lehi
    4. Alma the Younger
    5. Moroni
    6. Helaman
    7. Ammon
    8. Samuel the Lamanite
    9. Mulek
    10. Captain Moroni

    There are a few more, of course. King Benjamin, Abinadi, Alma the Elder, Jacob, Enos... Lehi and Sam.

    Who would you place in the top ten?

Pacers are Deep and Shoot and Space and Pace

 Pacers are Deep and Shoot and Space and Pace

    There is a guy at work that I am friends with, and we talk some NBA. Also baseball, particularly the Nationals.

    I told him that the Pacers are looking good. They have a lot of guys who shoot well, run well, hustle well, and many of them off the bench. Thier size is generally good enough.

    Tyrese Halliburton is special. Long, quick, great touch, great handles, makes passes to good shooters, including the big men Miles Turner and Obi Toppin. Jalen Smith and Ian Jackson come off the bench to give some size and energy, but it is the smaller pieces that give this team some moxy. Bruce Brown, who came from the championship Nuggets, Buddy Hield, a shooter and athlete, Benedict Mathurin, Nembhard and Nesmith, plus plucky T.J. McConnell. They can run some teams off the floor, scoring into the 130s and 140s. With a little defense these players are super tough.

    They came up one short in the newly founded In Season tourney, to Lebron and the Lakers, but they are confident and good.

I look forward to seeing how they do the rest of the season.

Go Pacers! My buddy London reached out to me about them; this is a bonus. Hold on, long time Pacer fans!


Sunday, December 3, 2023

BYU Women Soccer; IU Men's Soccer 2023

 BYU Women Soccer; IU Men's Soccer

    2023 was pretty fun to watch these programs, and they both came up short of their ultimate goals: national championships. But both squads gave me some good moments.

    Having lived in Provo for five years, being a member of the faith where we pay our tithing that goes to Brigham Young University, it is a pleasure to watch its athletes do well. The girls' team had a tremendous year, upsetting UCLA earlier in the season, becoming number one, making it to the College Cup, where I watched them lose to Stanford, 2-0. I was frustrated that the BYU women could not control the ball better, which would have given them more shots and a shot to win and advance to the championship. But last week they came back from 3-0 down and took out their former championship rivals North Carolina Tarheels in the snow. In Utah.

    The men of IU, after a shaky start, upset Penn State, then ranked, in State College, which I watched with my carful, and went on to win a lot, getting the Big Ten title, (tied with Nittany Lions), won the Big Ten Tourney, and went to the Elite Eight, upsetting Wake Forest in Carolina and acquitting themselves well. I had some personal favorite players, like Hugo and Malloune; they came up short, but I met some fathers of the players in Pennsylvania and I met the former IU player and assistant coach from the documentary I saw.

    This was a good year for my collegiate soccer teams; we cannot have it all, but we can have a lot.

    Meanwhile, societies are changing since that fateful October 7 day. There are much worse outcomes and possibilities in the world this fall than coming up short in soccer matches.

    There is sickness, pain, death, toil, and hate.

    And these teams provided the opposite. Thanks to my alma mater's great years.

    

Saturday, December 2, 2023

Pennies, Nickels, and Dimes

 Pennies, Nickels, and Dimes

    As a kid in the 1970s and into the 1980s, a penny could get you a gum or a couple other things.

    One penny. A nickel could buy something better. And a dime? A few things.

    Into the 2020s those things can buy considerably less. Some people do not care about them. I do. I hate spending money on fossil fuel gas that I do not have to. Even pennies. I hate to lose them on stuff that I want or need.

    I do like to use my credit card on gas, because I get points for the credit used that gets me some pennies back.
    
    The world revolves on money and service, and credit. We need all of them.

    I try to collect pennies, and save them. I buy the cheaper gas, I seek it out. I do not want to fill the pockets and banks of the Gulf countries and the rest of the oil producers, many of which are U.S. owned. 

    I saved some pennies today, granted after driving to get that work. 3.09 instead of 3.12, per the gallon, instead of 3.19 or 3.25 where I live.

    Pennies saved, may not mean much to others.

    But I derive pleasure from it.

Sunday, November 26, 2023

Every Book, Every Writer

 Every Book, Every Writer

    Sunday mornings is when I give myself more time to write. That involves thinking, and putting those thoughts into "action" as it were.

    How many books have we read? How many authors have influenced our brains and thoughts?

    How much of our collective wisdom and foolishness is re-distributed through the pages and web pages of the years?

    Some of us must publish. More.

Indiana and BYU End Their Football Seasons with Close Losses

Indiana and BYU End Their Football Seasons with Close Losses

    I watched games. Indiana had control most of the game, and lost to archrival Purdue in the fourth quarter. That was sad. But both teams finished with no bowls, both teams had tough luck seasons, 2023.

    BYU was up 24-6 at the half in Stillwater. Then they lost in Double Overtime. A losing season, first time since that more or less excruciating 2017 Kilani Sitake team.

    There were some good for both teams this year.

    I could go on...

    Favorite players. It was Cam Camper for IU, who got hurt and was done most of the last part of the year. For BYU? Maybe Eddie Heckard, who got many penalties yesterday, but also got a pick six to put the Y up in the first half.

    If the offense could have only moved the ball a little bit in the second half, we could have won and been going to a bowl game. 

    Indiana could have won in a few small ways, too.

    Ahh, I thought at least the Cougars were going to do it. I got out my two mags, excitedly. But now the Athlon magazine is right, no bowl for BYU.

    And no "I" on the bucket for IU. Another P on the Old Oaken Bucket.

    Good and bad this fall, but quite a few chinks in the armor.

Friday, November 24, 2023

Being Thankful; Remembering Past Holidays of Thanks

 Being Thankful; Remembering Past Holidays of Thanks

    My dad has made it to his later mid-eighties, born in the Depression Era; he remarks that it is incredible that he has lived as long as he has. I am still clinging to my early fifties, and I find it remarkable that I can recall almost fifty thanksgiving holidays. We are blessed and grateful to make it this far.

    One of my earliest Thanksgiving memories was in Hanover, Massachusetts, the town not far from Cape Cod where my mother was raised. It was with her mother and father, both born in 1896. My mom's only brother Bill was there, with his lovely wife Ann. We were not too far from the first traditional Thanksgiving feast in Plymouth, Mass, on Boston Harbor, way back in 1620. Although I was reminded by my daughter in Florida today that there was a celebration feast convened with the natives by the first Europeans of Spanish persuasion back in the 1500s some two generations before the English Pilgrims of that historic colony.

    Most of my Thanksgivings as child took place in the house I grew up in Bloomington, Indiana. We would have multiple families over, usually from our church. We would have little pull-out kiddie tables for us youngsters. I recall one day in November in particular with quite a bit of snow on the ground. That might have been the mighty wintry Blizzard of '77-78 year. Luckily Star Wars had been out, and my little collection of figures kept me company over those long, cold and snowy months.

    My first Turkey Day away from home and family, if I am not mistaken, was as a full-time missionary in the Missionary Training Center in Provo, Utah. We read a lot of scriptures that day. I had been there for three weeks at that point. The following November I was in Santa Juana, Chile, enjoying home-made fries and bread from our doting mamita Eduvigis de Seguel. Perhaps we had no specific observance of the American holiday, an Abraham Lincoln construct during the U.S. Civil War, but we were eating well as the Chilean summer was getting warmer and warmer.

    The next Thanksgiving was at my dad's new house on the edge of Bloomington. My step-mother and her children and grandchildren came up from Bedford, a half hour south. I think that is where I could tell at least one tale of goodness from Chile.

    The next Novembers found me in Utah. I would eat, typically, with my sister's in-laws, a nice family that had lived in Bloomington for ten years. 

    1997 found me back in the Hoosier state, as did 1998. But in 1999 I had made it to the Golden State of California. Where was I for that Thanksgiving of 1999? Perhaps with the Frost family who lived close by? Hmm... not with David Zavala.

    No! I went up to Redwood City in the Bay Area to be with my sister and her growing family! Of course! It took me some reminiscing to recall how that went... It was with my childhood friend and my sister, his wife of 8 years, and their three little girls.

    By the fall of 2000 I was married and spending Thanksgivings with my wife and her extended family. Many holidays were spent driving to Glendora and watching games and playing in the backyard with my wife's aunts, uncles, and cousins.

    2001, while living in Los Angeles, might have been the same, as 2002 through 2004.

    2005 was a return to Chile, with our small family in Angol, buying cranberries in the Southern Hemisphere and sharing our gastronomic wares with some local families like Paula and her small daughter.

    2006 was in Ashburn, Virginia, but maybe we went to Indiana for the feasts there. Or, if not, we communed with local Saints in Ashburn, the Belmont Ridge Ward.

    2007? Monterrey, California, as 2008. We might have had visitors from my wife's family in the south come up to visit, or we ate and shared with some of the locals of that bay area.

    2009 was in Sterling, Virginia, but then, being close enough to grandparents in Indiana, perhaps we spent it there? Same for 2010 and 2011.

    2012 found me overseas in Afghanistan. Not sure if the wife and kids went to Indiana or stayed in Virginia. Well, they may have taken a young lady camping near Virginia Beach. A military base and cabins, perhaps. Or was that another time? Not the holidays, likely. 

    2013 through 2020 were variable. We took some vacations, like to the Navy accommodations in Virginia Beach. Maybe a couple trips to Indiana, before my mom passed in 2014.

    2021 I was in Kuwait at the Army base; that deserves its own separate story for another day.

    2022 was last year-- I recall what it was with my family, without our college daughter in Idaho, but with our senior college girl in Virginia.

    And now this one.

    Good enough, with visitors, happy enough.

    Blog enough.

Thursday, November 23, 2023

Surprise Attacks, Security and Prosperity

 Surprise Attacks, Security and Prosperity

    October 7, 2023 was a terrible day. Two thousand Palestinian and Hamas militants infiltrated Israel proper and meted out barbarity and wicked acts. There is no justifying such cruel and inhumane behavior and violent attacks on anyone. I do not care how much we hate our enemies; it was so wrong.

    That said, Israel has been giving the Palestinian masses reasons since its inception in 1948 to hate the Israeli movement and its ever growing presence in Arab-Palestinian lands. Again, the retaliation is not warranted by terrible violence and death, but Israel should shoulder responsibility for creating a society of Arab hatred and belligerence.

    One case in point are the 750,000 or so Israeli "settlers" in the West Bank, the land designated to Palestinian and Arabs that increasingly is taking in more and more non-Arab and Jewish citizens, which is a constant violation of original agreements and an affront to millions of Palestinians (particularly poor Gazans), that have little room or methods for land in order to grow or live.

    Land, land, land. Palestinians have to have land in order to have a chance at peace. They were promised this since 1948, but it is decreasing year after year. 

    The wall surrounding the West Bank to ensure better security for the Israelis, preventing would-be violent attacks in the form of suicide bombers and other incursions into Israel proper, also encroaches on Arab lands. The Palestinians continually see their piece of the pie spliced off and taken. I am not sure how else to interpret what the government of Israel and its citizens are doing.

    Does Israel think that this will lead to ultimate security and peace? Ridiculous.

    Taking land. (Again, LAND, LAND, LAND) from Palestine is a losing proposition.

    It does not justify awful acts of violence or death, but it most people's opinion it does require action.

    Negotiations, settlements in the vain of diplomacy and statecraft that is not physical settlement and occupation. 

    How else should Arabs view the annexation of their land?

    In the late 1990s Gaza had an airport destroyed and their boat and fishing rights/privileges hampered, hindered, and/or taken.

    How do over two million people in a cramped 141 square mile "strip" propose to have enough production and prosperity without air or sea access, two things that are naturally a part of their geography?

    Israel can set up checkpoints and customs ports as they do everywhere else, but Israel took the more draconian step of denying all of it, unilaterally.

    Not good, Israel.

    Not good Arabs and Hamas, for attacking, torturing, (raping, burning), and killing Israelis who are innocent, but I hope we all see some of the reasons for anger in this region.

    Disparity of water rights, working, land, air, sea. Money and production have to be there for any peace to occur. 

    Until then, we should continue to expect the worst. Not another October 7th, we should pray and hope, but millions of Arabs who will not abide by Israeli forced living rights and what amounts to me as robbery of land and money.

    Land, land, land. Or territory, if you will. 

    I have harped on this before, but the U.S. can and should intervene. And we are too stupid, beholden to special interests, and cowardly to do more. 

    Shame on the Americans. Shame on us. This is not rocket science. But until we figure out how to help both sides, we will continue to see the nasty rockets across the Holy Land.