Sunday, February 12, 2006

What's going on around here?

So here's the scoop. I (MizM) am now in my final semester of a masters program (environmental ethics), taking four classes and finishing a thesis. I will be starting the doctoral program in the fall, so my MA thesis must be completed and defended by the end of this semester. Although it will be a very hard habit to break, I cannot afford to spend the usual amount of time I spend scanning the news and the blogs for good stuff to share with you here. My intrepid co-blogger, abc also has her hands full this spring, as she is using her "retirement" to do some very important advocacy and organizing work.

For those reasons, we have decided to put the blog under light sedation for the coming four months. We will inevitably, knowing the two of us, be compelled to wake it up and post something* from time to time, but not with the "regularity" (stop laughing!) we've attempted thus far.

So I've added a little reminder message on the title bar, to reduce the frustration of clicking on your bookmark and finding the same dang page you saw last time. I've also added a funny little orange button on the sidebar, next to the Sitemeter counter. Those of you who use homepage services of various kinds (My Yahoo, My AOL, personalized Google, etc.), or who subscribe to aggregators like Bloglines, can use that button to "subscribe" to Left At The Altar and automatically receive new postings if and when they happen.

Bear with us, and please don't drift away forever!

(*Update: This story, for instance, begs posting. A VA nurse investigated for sedition because she wrote an editorial criticizing the administration?!)

Bird(less) feeder blogging

Since moving to a different part of the neighborhood last June, I've noticed something missing. Birds! At the old house, the garden was popping with birds every morning - as were the gardens of surrounding neighbors. Now, these are mostly tiny "backyard" gardens (single-family homes in our part of SF do not have "side yards" or "front yards"; most don't even have spaces between adjoining houses), a very few of which were lucky enough to have one big established tree, like a fir, or a eucalyptus. But birds were everywhere, singing and dining. Mostly your garden variety Little Brown Jobs, lots of hummingbirds, the occasional house finch, warbler, kinglet, a pair of flickers, mourning doves, etc.

The new place has a huge, non-fruiting avocado tree in the back, a bouganvilla, and an enormous prickly pear cactus. Plus shrubby stuff that we've added. A house right behind ours has a old acacia in full flower. Another has what looks like a fruiting pomelo tree.

But no birds!

Well, OK, there is one scrub jay who mouths off from the avocado tree every once in awhile, and from time to time a zillion starlings will swarm briefly on the telephone wires out in front, and then vanish. I can't figure it out: there are fewer dogs on this block than on the old one, and fewer outdoor cats... But we're also closer to the highways, now, with nonstop traffic noise and grit.

I'm stumped. But last weekend I set up the bird(less) feeder station you see above. So far, no takers. The jay landed on the hook yesterday and yelled for a minute, but did not dine. Perhaps it will take awhile for word to spread. Maybe I should leaflet the area like the Chinese restaurants do -- I'll hang menus on the trees and shrubs of surrounding blocks, urging the birds to visit and sample my fortified hummingbird juice, my delectable seed selection, the neighbor's pomelos...

Thursday, February 09, 2006

What's not to be disgusted by, today?

(No idea who the kid is. I found the photo here.)

  • The White House lied when they claimed to have been surprised by New Orlean's levee failure.

  • Karl Rove apparently put out a hit on Harry Reid, and the AP gleefully carried it out... (Except that, by the end of the story, they present no evidence of wrongdoing; they're satisfied to imply guilt by association.)

  • Bush unloaded a steaming pile of horse dung Weapon of Mass Deception on the public, giving new-but-untenable and uncorroborated details of a 2004 plot to fly a plane into a tall building in Los Angeles. The disruption of said plot owes nothing to his domestic spying program, but we need it anyway...

  • He also snuck his unpopular Social Security privatization plan into this year's immoral budget...

  • Meanwhile, did you see the NYT story on moral disengagement? (If you're an old psych major, you'll recognize some Big Names.) (Thanks, BB).

    Has this all been a bit of a downer?

    Go have some french fries. Sure, they're even worse than you thought, but what does it matter?

    Or, read Bono's amazing prayer breakfast sermon... This was in last week's SojoMail and I can't find a permanent link to it, so I'm going to reproduce it here and hope they don't mind:
    Bono's best sermon yet: Remarks at the National Prayer Breakfast

    [RUSH TRANSCRIPT: CHECK AGAINST DELIVERED REMARKS]

    If you're wondering what I'm doing here, at a prayer breakfast, well, so am I. I'm certainly not here as a man of the cloth, unless that cloth is leather. It's certainly not because I'm a rock star. Which leaves one possible explanation: I'm here because I've got a messianic complex.

    Yes, it's true. And for anyone who knows me, it's hardly a revelation.

    Well, I'm the first to admit that there's something unnatural... something unseemly...about rock stars mounting the pulpit and preaching at presidents, and then disappearing to their villas in the south of France. Talk about a fish out of water. It was weird enough when Jesse Helms showed up at a U2 concert... but this is really weird, isn't it?

    You know, one of the things I love about this country is its separation of church and state. Although I have to say: in inviting me here, both church and state have been separated from something else completely: their mind.

    Mr. President, are you sure about this?

    It's very humbling and I will try to keep my homily brief. But be warned - I'm Irish.

    I'd like to talk about the laws of man, here in this city where those laws are written. And I'd like to talk about higher laws. It would be great to assume that the one serves the other; that the laws of man serve these higher laws... but of course, they don't always. And I presume that, in a sense, is why you're here.

    I presume the reason for this gathering is that all of us here - Muslims, Jews, Christians - all are searching our souls for how to better serve our family, our community, our nation, our God.

    I know I am. Searching, I mean. And that, I suppose, is what led me here, too.

    Yes, it's odd, having a rock star here - but maybe it's odder for me than for you. You see, I avoided religious people most of my life.

    Maybe it had something to do with having a father who was Protestant and a mother who was Catholic in a country where the line between the two was, quite literally, a battle line. Where the line between church and state was... well, a little blurry, and hard to see.

    I remember how my mother would bring us to chapel on Sundays... and my father used to wait outside. One of the things that I picked up from my father and my mother was the sense that religion often gets in the way of God.

    For me, at least, it got in the way. Seeing what religious people, in the name of God, did to my native land... and in this country, seeing God's second-hand car salesmen on the cable TV channels, offering indulgences for cash... in fact, all over the world, seeing the self-righteousness roll down like a mighty stream from certain corners of the religious establishment...

    I must confess, I changed the channel. I wanted my MTV.

    Even though I was a believer.

    Perhaps because I was a believer.

    I was cynical... not about God, but about God's politics. (There you are, Jim.)

    Then, in 1997, a couple of eccentric, septuagenarian British Christians went and ruined my shtick - my reproachfulness. They did it by describing the millennium, the year 2000, as a Jubilee year, as an opportunity to cancel the chronic debts of the world's poorest people. They had the audacity to renew the Lord's call - and were joined by Pope John Paul II, who, from an Irish half-Catholic's point of view, may have had a more direct line to the Almighty.

    'Jubilee' - why 'Jubilee'?

    What was this year of Jubilee, this year of our Lord's favor?

    I'd always read the scriptures, even the obscure stuff. There it was in Leviticus (25:35)... 'If your brother becomes poor,' the scriptures say, 'and cannot maintain himself...you shall maintain him... You shall not lend him your money at interest, not give him your food for profit.'

    It is such an important idea, Jubilee, that Jesus begins his ministry with this. Jesus is a young man, he's met with the rabbis, impressed everyone, people are talking. The elders say, he's a clever guy, this Jesus, but he hasn't done much... yet. He hasn't spoken in public before...

    When he does, is first words are from Isaiah: 'The Spirit of the Lord is upon me,' he says, 'because He has anointed me to preach good news to the poor.' And Jesus proclaims the year of the Lord's favour, the year of Jubilee (Luke 4:18).

    What he was really talking about was an era of grace - and we're still in it.

    So fast-forward 2,000 years. That same thought, grace, was made incarnate - in a movement of all kinds of people. It wasn't a bless-me club... it wasn't a holy huddle. These religious guys were willing to get out in the streets, get their boots dirty, wave the placards, follow their convictions with actions... making it really hard for people like me to keep their distance. It was amazing. I almost started to like these church people.

    But then my cynicism got another helping hand.

    It was what Colin Powell, a five-star general, called the greatest W.M.D. of them all: a tiny little virus called AIDS. And the religious community, in large part, missed it. The ones that didn't miss it could only see it as divine retribution for bad behaviour. Even on children... even [though the] fastest growing group of HIV infections were married, faithful women.

    Aha, there they go again! I thought to myself judgmentalism is back!

    But in truth, I was wrong again. The church was slow but the church got busy on this the leprosy of our age.

    Love was on the move.

    Mercy was on the move.

    God was on the move.

    Moving people of all kinds to work with others they had never met, never would have cared to meet... conservative church groups hanging out with spokesmen for the gay community, all singing off the same hymn sheet on AIDS... soccer moms and quarterbacks... hip-hop stars and country stars. This is what happens when God gets on the move: crazy stuff happens!

    Popes were seen wearing sunglasses!

    Jesse Helms was seen with a ghetto blaster!

    Crazy stuff. Evidence of the spirit.

    It was breathtaking. Literally. It stopped the world in its tracks.

    When churches started demonstrating on debt, governments listened - and acted. When churches starting organising, petitioning, and even - that most unholy of acts today, God forbid, lobbying... on AIDS and global health, governments listened - and acted.

    I'm here today in all humility to say: you changed minds; you changed policy; you changed the world.

    Look, whatever thoughts you have about God, who He is or if He exists, most will agree that if there is a God, He has a special place for the poor. In fact, the poor are where God lives.

    Check Judaism. Check Islam. Check pretty much anyone.

    I mean, God may well be with us in our mansions on the hill. I hope so. He may well be with us as in all manner of controversial stuff.

    Maybe, maybe not. But the one thing we can all agree, all faiths and ideologies, is that God is with the vulnerable and poor.

    God is in the slums, in the cardboard boxes where the poor play house.

    God is in the silence of a mother who has infected her child with a virus that will end both their lives. God is in the cries heard under the rubble of war. God is in the debris of wasted opportunity and lives, and God is with us if we are with them. "If you remove the yoke from your midst, the pointing of the finger and speaking wickedness, and if you give yourself to the hungry and satisfy the desire of the afflicted, then your light will rise in darkness and your gloom with become like midday and the Lord will continually guide you and satisfy your desire in scorched places."

    It's not a coincidence that in the scriptures, poverty is mentioned more than 2,100 times. It's not an accident. That's a lot of air time, 2,100 mentions. (You know, the only time Christ is judgmental is on the subject of the poor.) 'As you have done it unto the least of these my brethren, you have done it unto me' (Matthew 25:40). As I say, good news to the poor.

    Here's some good news for the president. After 9/11 we were told America would have no time for the world's poor. America would be taken up with its own problems of safety. And it's true these are dangerous times, but America has not drawn the blinds and double-locked the doors.

    In fact, you have doubled aid to Africa. You have tripled funding for global health. Mr. President, your emergency plan for AIDS relief and support for the Global Fund - you and Congress - have put 700,000 people onto life-saving anti-retroviral drugs and provided 8 million bed nets to protect children from malaria.

    Outstanding human achievements. Counterintuitive. Historic. Be very, very proud.

    But here's the bad news. From charity to justice, the good news is yet to come. There is much more to do. There's a gigantic chasm between the scale of the emergency and the scale of the response.

    And finally, it's not about charity after all, is it? It's about justice.

    Let me repeat that: It's not about charity, it's about justice.

    And that's too bad.

    Because you're good at charity. Americans, like the Irish, are good at it. We like to give, and we give a lot, even those who can't afford it.

    But justice is a higher standard. Africa makes a fool of our idea of justice; it makes a farce of our idea of equality. It mocks our pieties, it doubts our concern, it questions our commitment.

    Sixty-five hundred Africans are still dying every day of a preventable, treatable disease, for lack of drugs we can buy at any drug store. This is not about charity, this is about justice and equality.

    Because there's no way we can look at what's happening in Africa and, if we're honest, conclude that deep down, we really accept that Africans are equal to us. Anywhere else in the world, we wouldn't accept it. Look at what happened in South East Asia with the tsunami.

    150,000 lives lost to that misnomer of all misnomers, "mother nature."

    In Africa, 150,000 lives are lost every month. A tsunami every month.

    And it's a completely avoidable catastrophe.

    It's annoying but justice and equality are mates. Aren't they? Justice always wants to hang out with equality. And equality is a real pain.

    You know, think of those Jewish sheep-herders going to meet the Pharaoh, mud on their shoes, and the Pharaoh says, "Equal?" A preposterous idea: rich and poor are equal? And they say, "Yeah, 'equal,' that's what it says here in this book. We're all made in the image of God."

    And eventually the Pharaoh says, "OK, I can accept that. I can accept the Jews - but not the blacks."

    "Not the women. Not the gays. Not the Irish. No way, man."

    So on we go with our journey of equality.

    On we go in the pursuit of justice.

    We hear that call in the ONE Campaign, a growing movement of more than 2 million Americans...Left and Right together... united in the belief that where you live should no longer determine whether you live.

    We hear that call even more powerfully today, as we mourn the loss of Coretta Scott King - mother of a movement for equality, one that changed the world but is only just getting started. These issues are as alive as they ever were; they just change shape and cross the seas.

    Preventing the poorest of the poor from selling their products while we sing the virtues of the free market... that's a justice issue.

    Holding children to ransom for the debts of their grandparents... that's a justice issue. Withholding life-saving medicines out of deference to the Office of Patents... that's a justice issue.

    And while the law is what we say it is, God is not silent on the subject.

    That's why I say there's the law of the land¿. And then there is a higher standard. There's the law of the land, and we can hire experts to write them so they benefit us, so the laws say it's OK to protect our agriculture but it's not OK for African farmers to do the same, to earn a living?

    As the laws of man are written, that's what they say.

    God will not accept that.

    Mine won't, at least. Will yours?

    [ pause]

    I close this morning on...very...thin...ice.

    This is a dangerous idea I've put on the table: my God vs. your God, their God vs. our God...vs. no God. It is very easy, in these times, to see religion as a force for division rather than unity.

    And this is a town - Washington - that knows something of division.

    But the reason I am here, and the reason I keep coming back to Washington, is because this is a town that is proving it can come together on behalf of what the scriptures call the least of these.

    This is not a Republican idea. It is not a Democratic idea. It is not even, with all due respect, an American idea. Nor it is unique to any one faith.

    'Do to others as you would have them do to you' (Luke 6:30). Jesus says that.

    'Righteousness is this: that one should... give away wealth out of love for him to the near of kin and the orphans and the needy and the wayfarer and the beggars and for the emancipation of the captives.'

    The Koran says that (2.177).

    Thus sayeth the Lord: 'Bring the homeless poor into the house, when you see the naked, cover him, then your light will break out like the dawn and your recovery will speedily spring fourth, then your Lord will be your rear guard.' The Jewish scripture says that. Isaiah 58 again.

    That is a powerful incentive: 'The Lord will watch your back.' Sounds like a good deal to me, right now.

    A number of years ago, I met a wise man who changed my life. In countless ways, large and small, I was always seeking the Lord's blessing. I was saying, you know, I have a new song, look after it. I have a family, please look after them. I have this crazy idea...

    And this wise man said: stop.

    He said, stop asking God to bless what you're doing.

    Get involved in what God is doing - because it's already blessed.

    Well, God, as I said, is with the poor. That, I believe, is what God is doing.

    And that is what he's calling us to do.

    I was amazed when I first got to this country and I learned how much some churchgoers tithe. Up to 10% of the family budget. Well, how does that compare with the federal budget, the budget for the entire American family? How much of that goes to the poorest people in the world? Less than 1%.

    Mr. President, Congress, people of faith, people of America:

    I want to suggest to you today that you see the flow of effective foreign assistance as tithing... Which, to be truly meaningful, will mean an additional 1% of the federal budget tithed to the poor.

    What is 1%?

    1% is not merely a number on a balance sheet.

    1% is the girl in Africa who gets to go to school, thanks to you. 1% is the AIDS patient who gets her medicine, thanks to you. 1% is the African entrepreneur who can start a small family business thanks to you. 1% is not redecorating presidential palaces or money flowing down a rat hole. This 1% is digging waterholes to provide clean water.

    1% is a new partnership with Africa, not paternalism toward Africa, where increased assistance flows toward improved governance and initiatives with proven track records and away from boondoggles and white elephants of every description.

    America gives less than 1% now. We're asking for an extra 1% to change the world. to transform millions of lives - but not just that and I say this to the military men now - to transform the way that they see us.

    1% is national security, enlightened economic self-interest, and a better, safer world rolled into one. Sounds to me that in this town of deals and compromises, 1% is the best bargain around.

    These goals - clean water for all; school for every child; medicine for the afflicted, an end to extreme and senseless poverty - these are not just any goals; they are the Millennium Development goals, which this country supports. And they are more than that. They are the Beatitudes for a globalised world.

    Now, I'm very lucky. I don't have to sit on any budget committees. And I certainly don't have to sit where you do, Mr. President. I don't have to make the tough choices.

    But I can tell you this:

    To give 1% more is right. It's smart. And it's blessed.

    There is a continent - Africa - being consumed by flames.

    I truly believe that when the history books are written, our age will be remembered for three things: the war on terror, the digital revolution, and what we did - or did not to - to put the fire out in Africa.

    History, like God, is watching what we do.

    Thank you. Thank you, America, and God bless you all.
  • Saturday, February 04, 2006

    In which MizM sasses a perfect stranger and feels pretty good about it


    You know, I missed this January 2001 issue of Weakly World News (which I found here) and it really explains a lot. I mean, according to this, the aliens took the spines in January 2001, and that's about when Congressional Democrats started behaving as if they had their innards sucked out and replaced with silicon wafers.

    I had the most satisfying conversation last night. A DNC representative called to tell me, breathlessly, that we need to make a "concerted effort" to "take back Congress" this year. I told him I agreed, and to that end I would be making contributions to individual Congressional candidates around the country this year. I said I was frustrated with the DNC and the DLC and felt that my hard-earned and limited money would be put to better use this way. He said again that it was essential we do everything we can... (I interrupted and told him I was and this was one way I was doing so)... but we need to make a "concerted effort"... I interrupted again and told him I agreed, but that I didn't think the DNC was capable of it. He sputtered with a combination of mockery and indignation, "well, please, by all means, tell me what we're doing wrong!" I said I wish I knew, but that we were losing elections and losing our democracy and I didn't think the answer was to act even more like Republicans. He sputtered again, "what do you think we should do differently?!" (This was said in a slightly snide and rhetorical tone; he was not really inviting an answer.) I said again, "start acting like Democrats! I'm not going to send money to a party apparatus that does not represent me." He said, in a tone implying that my comments were bordering on traitorous, "are you actually a registered Democrat?" "I most certainly am." "Certainly you understand the stakes..." At this point I reiterated my strategy for this year and said, "now, I don't want to hang up on you, but I'm going to have to if you can't take no for an answer." He couldn't of course, so I thanked him and hung up.

    I really feel like this is the only way I can contribute to the Democratic "effort" in good conscience this year. This blog won't have time to research individual candidates and post recommendations -- the bigger blogs can do that. You can also go to Act Blue to make contributions this way. I'll add a link to the sidebar, as well.

    Oh, and read Welcome to Weenie World. It's so sadly, painfully true.

    Thursday, February 02, 2006

    "Did I say 75%?"


    (Click here to check out Mark Fiore's latest.)

    It may shock you to learn that the president was blowing smoke when he vowed in his SOTU address to reduce US dependence on Middle Eastern oil by 75% by the year 2025. (Via the Daily Grist.)
    One day after President Bush vowed to reduce America's dependence on Middle East oil by cutting imports from there 75 percent by 2025, his energy secretary and national economic adviser said Wednesday that the president didn't mean it literally.

    What the president meant, they said in a conference call with reporters, was that alternative fuels could displace an amount of oil imports equivalent to most of what America is expected to import from the Middle East in 2025.
    So that musta just been, you know, one of those off-the-cuff remarks that used to make him so popular among carefully screened, invitation-only, loyalist audiences.

    As it happens, he didn't actually mean "75%" and he didn't actually mean "the Middle East."
    "This was purely an example," Energy Secretary Samuel Bodman said.
    [---]
    Asked why the president used the words "the Middle East" when he didn't really mean them, one administration official said Bush wanted to dramatize the issue in a way that "every American sitting out there listening to the speech understands."
    Ok, so that was like, a parable? That paragraph ends, by the way:
    The official spoke only on condition of anonymity because he feared that his remarks might get him in trouble.
    In any event, the alternative fuels he touted will not replace our dependence on oil*:
    But the plan for a 22 percent boost in federal energy research also left many experts scratching their heads. How would solar, wind, "clean, safe nuclear," and "clean coal" research cut US oil imports?

    "The president's initiative ties an oil savings target to a basket of energy solutions for homes and businesses, which have nothing to do with our oil problem," Gal Luft of the Institute for the Analysis of Global Security, an energy security think tank in Washington, said in an e-mail.
    (*Update: I managed to "disappear" this part of the post the first time.)