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Eucalyptus by Murray Bail

I’m not sure where this book came from. Most likely A Clean Well-Lighted Place for Books – an independent bookseller in SF that was right down the street from my old apartment

Set in the Australian outback (I guess it’s the outback) a mysterious man buys a giant ranch and then proceeds to plant Eucalyptus. Every type of eucalyptus. Rare, common etc. His daughter — Ellen the speckled beauty soon arrives and thus becomes so beautiful that it becomes necessary to find her a husband in the interest of averting some sort of catastrophe. Ellen has a fondness for slick traveling salesmen and others of their ilk. Her father announces that the only successful suitor is the one that can name every eucalyptus on his property winning the hand of the speckled beauty and the very large ranch.

Eventually many try and many fail until one man looks like he might just finish the naming. Ellen, somewhat upset because she isn’t being wooed, comes across a man lying under a tree (eucalyptus of course) who begins to tell her human interest stories in lands near and far. Personally, I thought he was something of a lousy story-teller.

Generally this sort of novel appeals to me — I love the stories of Gabriel Garcia Marquez and others within that genre. Eucalyptus failed to transport me to the that bit of land sighing with Eucalyptus trees. The plot is an old story which is not really unusual, but with an old plot the key is to weave a many textured world with well-drawn characters. This book also had the “readers club questions” in the back — which I find irritating (other irritants include the Oprah seal of approval and lengthy introductions.)

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So my youngest brother is a Black Hawk mechanic in the Army stationed in Korea. He’s oh so very smart. And never asked my opinion before joining up . He’s started “blogging” although sometimes I wonder about the wisdom give my paranoia about censorship. You can find him here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/red70.

I recently asked him about the war in Iraq. He responded and this is my reply:

(ok you are not so small — but neither is Jason and I can’t believe he knows how to read)

You sound like a man in the military. And in many ways it makes me so very very sad that you have to constantly think about, and know people who are dying.

I think where you are is much more important then our Iraqi occupation. I believe in having a strong military. China/Korea and now Russia — Putin is taking advantage of the U.S’s distractions — are the real threats.

I don’t believe that our volunteer soldiers — because you and they join up for reasons very different from draftees — should be exploited. They should be used carefully and given every means to succeed.

Iraq is not about freedom. The country never poised a threat to the US way of life (because it’s about our way of life not democracy). Talk about human right’s abuses? Talk about 9/11? Bin Laden and Al Quaeda were never even in Iraq — they thought Saddam Hussein was a lunatic and he never answered any requests for support. Al Quaeda is there now. How many hijackers were Iraqi? How many hijackers did U.S. soldiers think were Iraqis? Lots. In reality, none. 15 were Saudis. Our allies.

Iraq is about Oil. And about Cheney and his bunch winning lucrative government contracts. Halliburton? Look at what they’ve done with supplying our soldiers?

Before the U.S. arrived, Iraq was a secular government. A tyrannical dictatorship (previously supported by the U.S.), but NOT Islamic fundamentalist. We’ve given the extremist something more to fight over and rationalize their actions.

Invading Iraq was the most undemocratic thing the U.S. has ever done.

And men and women are dying. Because they believe in ideals and are willing to fight for them, and believe that their leaders will hold that precious.

This administration doesn’t. Some do. Colin Powell and others — but they’ve lost.

How democratic is the Patriot Act? Or Guantanamo? Or Abu Garai? Is it ok to suspend our ideals sometimes?

What about the Sudan? or Somalia? or Burma? or Zimbabwe or many many other places. But the thing is there is no oil. We tried Somalia.

Look at what’s happening in Afghanistan.

Look at what’s happened to our International standing. We may be the super power — but we can’t fight wars on many foreign fronts, and we are not alone on this planet.

I am extremely saddened that your friend gave his life, and that so many more men and women are at this very moment.  I applaud their courage — and would never disrespect the way or for what reasons they gave their lives. But, I feel very guilty for betraying their trust.

Because it’s my responsibility — and everyone else who believes in our democratic ideals.

We sold out to fear. An unrealistic fear propagated by the current administration.

Because N.Korea scares me far more than Iraq has ever frightened me — the U.S. got distracted, didn’t hold up our end of the bargain (fuel to prevent them from firing up their nuclear plants) and now we have another crazy man in the world with nuclear capabilites and nothing to lose.

I’m glad you are in Korea. But I really wish you were at University, drinking too much, arguing about philosophy, literature, politics and having your heart broken — and just learning to think. Without death looming over your shoulder.

But you are there. Learn something you are not supposed to, and be a good representative of those democratic ideals.

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I happened to have participated as a National campaign staffer for the 1988 Presidential Race. Yes I was paid (although not so well), and yes it was a full-time job. We thought we were high-tech with our two fax machines — one for incoming faxes and one for outgoing faxes. I spent most of my time traveling around the North East helping to organize local efforts and keeping important supporters happy.

It was in Maine during the 1988 primary/caucus cycle that I first witnessed the power of the Moral Majority, Evangelical Movement, Christian Right whatever you want to call them. The Maine caucus was overrun and controlled by busloads of Calvinists.

The day after the 1988 election it was amazing how many Bush bumper stickers appeared overnight. This was of course “inside the beltway” essentially a completely different world, an alternate political reality not based upon ideology but who can get you a job — wait until a victor is declared and slap on the bumper sticker.

And that’s the DNC’s problem, but it’s not the “an inside the Beltway” defined reality — it’s the complete misconception that wealthy politicians from New England — particularly Massachusetts can win Presidential elections.

When JFK won the presidency the distribution of this countries population looked a little different.

Not to mention JFK had the support of labor, your average “working joe”, and the civil rights movement.

Today, rather then acknowledging the reality of the general ideology of the voting population in this country the DNC attempts to create their own little universe — mostly built upon elitist, intellectual “moral values,” which just don’t reflect the demographic and cultural make-up of the United States.

Who do the Democrats appeal to?

Just take a look at the people lamenting today “Who are these people?” “Who are these intolerant, ignorant, stupid people that would actually vote George W. into a second term?”

Who were the supporters of John Kerry? Seriously take a look:

What do they look like?
What is their socioeconomic status?
How about education level?
Have they ever been poor?
Do they believe in proving their “tolerance” by disdaining and condemning those of religious conviction, unless it’s some Eastern religion that is presently hip?
What is the likelihood that they’ve participated in a protest primarily for the social occasion?
What is their stance on environmental issue? Intolerant towards any devleopment? How would they speak to a man who had lost his job due to some law say protecting old growth forests. with Respect? and Tolerance? and genuine interest in that man’s plight?

Or is it easier to just shout at people from street corners when they don’t agree.

Granted, I’m making generalizations — but I’ve been part of that community, so i’m not just an outsider looking in making blanket condemnations.

What I see is extremism. Extremism without true ideaology. I call these people knee-jerk liberals. Very good at spewing rhetoric — but not so good at listening, understanding, adapting, and resisting the urge to condemnation.

And quite frankly those are the people I believe to be responsible for four more years of George W.

They have conceded the question of “morality” to the Republicans, by making freedom seem “immoral” to the rest of the country and completely alienating those with a more moderate political agenda — who might not have multiple piercings, tats, a meditation group, or be part of the intellectual elite. Hell, they might even like to eat meat.

Bill Clinton got it –

Look at his supporters.

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The Loin

The Loin

After a very pleasant walk around my beautiful Portland neighborhood, I found a letter that I wrote to my friend Cat just after I’d moved to San Francisco. Not sure why I never sent it — although it might have been a first draft:

Dear Cat,

…My life seems to have taken on some extraordinarily freakish dimension now that I’m “establishment.” I actually started a real job.

…I live in the Tenderloin — the most bizarre decayed neighborhood in San Francisco. I no longer have a driver’s license (suspended for making an illegal U-turn in SoCal and then neglecting to pay) but still have a car — unregistered, and must drive due to no parking space. I was walking downtown today and got hit in the head by a confused, angry black bird. My neighbor died last week and has been decaying next door for a week. Ok, deep breath, I guess I should start with the neighborhood. Today the bird incident, last week some guy spat on me for no apparent reason. The streets are covered with a semi-fluorescent liquous mosaic that I constantly slip in when walking to the train station. The stench of urine is constant — when it rains it is much worse because the dried urine runs in rivers down the sidewalk. On weekends and summer nights the old guys on the corner drag their living room furniture outside and sit around drinking 40 ouncers (a few have proposed. The sidewalk is littered with chicken bones — there is a liquor store that sells fried chicken from a dirty case with heat lamps. One morning I went to my car and found that it had been utilized as the fourth wall of a lean-to for a sleeping family. They appeared to be very snug and I apologized profusely for needing to drive away.

The other morning I stumbled to the street to move my car for street cleaning, backed up, heard a crunch, kept driving, finally some guy in a cross-walk pointed inspiring me to stop, at which point I found a 50 gallon plastic garbage can attached to my bumper. After much effort I managed to rip the thing off and fling it to the sidewalk..

There is a community of really tall hideous transvestites. They look like they are getting their hormone treatments from the crack dealers on the corner. and frequently run up and down the sidewalk scantily clad shouting their lovers names.

The other morning I had a flat tire at 7a and was assisted by a guy sitting on the curb eating fried chicken and drinking a 40 ouncer Men openly piss anywhere and everywhere. I’ve been chased by surly packs of smelly insane homeless people asking for change. Shopping carts with cats perched on piles of reclaimed garbage, push by demented, overweight women are all too common. There is some guy who dresses in a warriors costume and a plastic gold crown who beats the trash can on the corner like he’s calling the troops to battle.

It is complete urban anarchy.

Then there are the damn pigeons.; Hunting in packs. Apparently a month ago some do-gooder started feeding the birds strychnine. Around 40 dropped dead. Their ranks were quickly replaced.

I sleep on a deluxe air mattress. The other night I woke up sandwiched between 2 halves of the bed with miah (my cat) evilly grinning at me. Fortunately the deluxe air mattress comes with a deluxe patching kit.

Ah the days.

Now my sidewalks are scattered with chestnuts and it smells like autumn.

Although I’m still a lunatic magnet, and Portland has more then enough to keep me on my toes.

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