The Slow Beer Movement

Ode To Autumn Leaves

IMG_1175on a late-October hike
along the roaring Nooksack River
autumn leaves
— mostly Bigleaf Maple —
drifting down from the trees
in a beautiful, unplanned aerial show
to their final resting places
… some would say

but no rest here, really

each falling leaf
as unique as snowflakes
flying stem-first
some traverse across the sky
others travel downward in wide or tight spirals
some, make it to the river bed
others to the trail
and others still, caught on a branch
like our leaf here
held in a kind of limbo

bringing her attention to the falling leaves,
i say to my wife,
“look, next stop decay”
but, she says, “no,
first they land in a big pile
with their friends”

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Video Fridays: Saturation Point Edition

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Hiding Your Head In The Sand

It’s a saying that always has a negative connotation.

Literally speaking, there is some logic to that assessment. After all, when your head is in the sand your butt is in the air, highly vulnerable, and you are unable to see any threats coming your way.

And yet … I believe that the impulse to hide one’s head in the sand resides in a precious moment of self-righteous self-preservation, a moment when one reaches the saturation point, unable to take in one more portion of “real world” shit, no matter how wafer-thin.

Example: I’m driving my car, I have six presets on the radio, several of them are NPR stations, two air Democracy Now!, and all of them, during commute times, broadcast news/talk programs. Invariably, before I get halfway through my drive I’ve heard so many horrors that I can’t switch to music on my CD player, or from my phone via Bluetooth, fast enough.

I contend that at that precise moment I am most in tune with reality, aware that all of those horrors are an insult to reality, a violation of reality, the reality that all people, all beings, the planet, and the universe are all one and interdependent, that the optimal state, then, is one of mutual respect, cooperation, and preservation.

Besides simple silence — also a good remedy — music works reliably well for me as protection from all that does not earn the label “real”. As a musician myself, I know what it takes to make music, even more, what it takes to make good music, and good music is the product of a desire to make something beautiful, beautiful in that artistic sense, beauty that can sometimes include ugliness, but an ugliness made pure and valid as an expression of the human experience.

Anyway, I’m feeling this whole topic quite acutely today, feeling the need for music right now more urgently than normal, and making a selection for this installment of Video Fridays was very easy because I’ve been on a serious R.E.M. binge lately, during which I rediscovered and reveled over a YouTube treasure, an entire show from 1985, via the amazing German television show Rockpalast, from the European tour for one of my favorite of their early albums, Fables of the Reconstruction.

Watching and listening to this makes me feel good on SO many levels, though it does induce a powerful, potentially unfulfillable longing for a 12-string Rickenbacker.

Enjoy, and Happy Weekend, everyone!

NEVER feel bad for Nazis

punch-nazis4Listen, you don’t get to feel bad for Nazis.

Ever.

Especially so-called “Neo-Nazis”.

Stretching the idea of forgiveness to its breaking point, you can try to suggest that Germans and other European people who fell under Hitler’s spell were exploited, brainwashed, and used to commit some of the worst crimes against humanity ever perpetrated, many not knowing the  full scale of the Holocaust until the war was over.

Like I said. A stretch. Maybe the biggest stretch possible. Maybe not even possible.

Neo-Nazis, on the other hand, adopt this proven genocidal ideology knowing full well what that ideology wrought during World War II, eager to continue and grow the movement.

“Punching Nazis” is a thing, nothing new, but in Trump World it’s a more frequentlyoccurringthing.

And, opinion is split on whether or not punching Nazis is a good thing. Some say yesSome say noSome say, well, not yet.

As a lifelong pacifist, raised Jewish post-Holocaust, the question of whether or not violence is justified in order to fight a genocidal ideology has been the single most difficult question I’ve wrestled with in my lifetime.

But, if you ask me to look at the photos included here, of the Nazi punched yesterday at the University of Florida, and then ask me whether or not I feel bad for the Nazi…

…HELL NO!

That motherfucker decided to wear that t-shirt and attend that demonstration and if he can’t take a punch in the face then he should have never showed up.

The main argument against punching Nazis is that it’s violent suppression of free speech.

But, I ask you, why the hell do Nazi’s deserve free speech?! We’ve seen what they do with it!

As one of the signs held by an anti-facist protestor read:

You are not a difference of opinion.

You are hate.

Monopoly Busting, 2017-style!

Excuse me, while I make like an ape man.