Monday, January 30, 2006

Something most of you might not know about me:
I have 3 brothers: one blood and two adopted (by me, individually, later in life.) Two of them are doctors and two of them are black. One is about 6'7" and two are about 5'7". They are all older than me. If you asked any of them whether they had a sister or not, they'd all claim to have me. It's so wonderful to have 3 brothers. All have been baptized Catholics, although two I really need to get after a lot. And two of them get after me a lot when I mess up too. Mainly the one I get after the most. I lecture him, he lectures me, he claims seniority since he's my elder, so he usually wins the arguments. I know how strange this sounds but it's true. You should adopt a brother sometime--it's a lot of work, but it's always fun to beef up your family. ;)

Crazy, Crazy Rooster

I was watching a show on the native tribes of Vanuatu and was shocked by how great their music is. It's very South Pacific, kind of like Hawaiian music, but distinct. Then I saw a show on an African tribe (I didn't catch the name or location) and one of their songs got me so happy and excited. UFO will understand why. The words were:
Rooster sitting in a tree
Crazy, crazy rooster
He comes down to eat
How crazy can a rooster be?
He flies back up to the tree
Crazy, crazy rooster
Ooh! He's a crazy rooster!
Crazy, crazy rooster!
Crazy, crazy rooster!

HA HA! I wish I could listen to that over and over again. Their word for crazy (mnah) is the Ukrainian word for "don't" or "nothing," and that was in a Ukie song my grandma used to sing to me as a kid. It's fun to say. Say it: mnah! Say "nah" as in "Nah, I won't" and just put an "m" noise at the front. Go on, it's fun. Crazy, crazy rooster. Rooster mnah mnah.

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Number One in the Garden

I think it's really weird that as I was driving home from work today I happened to spot, from the road, my male neighbor PEEING into the bushes in our mutual garden. What's even weirder is that after he finished, he ran away quickly--so he too knew it was weird and was trying to hide it. I think it's all doubly weird because since he was just in the garden, he could have easily just walked a few feet into his HOUSE and used his TOILET instead of the weeds in broad daylight. EVERYone from the road and beyond could see him. And finally, what makes this piece of gossip even more delightful is the fact that before this neighbor moved in, my LAST neighbors staged a party and began peeing in a different part of the yard. So I can't win. The plants never grow right at my house: and it's not all the dogs' fault!

Crazy Elephants!

Elephants freak me out. I've always been wary of them but last night I saw this show about how elephants go mad and nowadays in India they think hundreds of elephants are stalking people in villages to kill them in cold blood. Elephants are intelligent and immense so when they want to plot murder, the results are awful. It really creeps me out, even though I know elephants don't usually go roaming around my house here. :) I think elephants are weird and crazy and ugly. This is mainly why I never joined with the Republican party. :o) And in case anyone's wondering why I just suddenly brought up crazy elephants, let me answer: what fun is having a blog if you can't see a scary show about elephants and then post about it?

Friday, January 27, 2006

When We Practice To Deceive....

Don't ask me how I know this, but: 1) when you make up a little white lie, inevitably you need to make up more lies to cover that lie, and it just becomes a wild tangled web; and 2) if you eat an entire chocolate cake over a 4-day period, you will get sick. # 1: my boss asked me to do something I REALLY didn't want to do, so I said I couldn't for X reason, not anticipating that she'd press the issue. After a long and winding conversation about it, I ended up calling my own home phone from my cell at her house, and leaving mySELF a message (pretending I was calling a friend.) See, X reason claimed I couldn't fulfill her request since a"friend" wouldn't come through for me. Whew! How awful. E has no pity for me, saying I should have immediately said, "I don't want to" when asked--and though he's morally right, he wasn't there to see the situation play out! I trapped myself into crazy lies, but I still think my boss and her mom helped paint me in that corner. # 2: I love chocolate, what can I say? A black friend just told me that there's a myth about girls who love chocolate also loving black men. What can I say? Some myths are based in fact! :-D

Wish List

I finally stopped daydreaming about doing it and I just did it. I went out, bought a huge map of the world and posted it on my wall. Now I'm going to buy thumbtacks of various colors and push them into all the places I still want to visit. I'm such a dork. Sometimes daydreaming's even funner than doing. Well, not really, but if you're locked in place for a few months like I have to be (job, $) you have to let your love of travel out somehow.
So, my map will have pins in these places at first:

Alaska (my dad's taking me there to see the Aurora lights)
*Nigeria (umm...WHY would I go THERE? Hmm...)
*Kenya/Tanzania/Uganda
*Egypt
Morocco
*Holy Land
*Saudi Arabia (I know I have to wait on this one)
Brazil (E and I might go later this year if we can raise the funds...he speaks the language and has family everywhere we can stay with!)
New Zealand (my dad and grandad have always wanted to go, so they've convinced me. Plus, L and Z might live there and let me visit)
Japan (I never cared before I saw this doc on it the other day. One out of every two people there kareoke--how can I pass THAT up!?)
India (elephant rides)
*Ukraine (homeland! Perhaps this July.)
Russia (homeland!)
Poland (homeland!)
Istanbul (was Constantinople)
San Diego (next year?)
*Grand Canyon/Sedona/Arizona/New Mexico/Texas (L and Z!)
New Orleans (well, when it gets...better)
*Prince Edward Island
Vancouver
Yukon

OK that's it. I should just join a cruise ship staff.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

HAPPY BIRTHDAY UFO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Time Traveling

Took the doggies out to the park today and had to get my car cleaned and vacuumed afterwards because they tracked mud and umm..doggie spittle...all over. E and I went to Shoney's and wayyyy over-did the buffet. I was shocked I could stuff that much into one meal. But man, that cornbread and pudding was awesome, not to mention the potatoes and mac n cheese and salad and...ok I'll stop there to maintain a level of dignity. Met one of my coworkers at Barnes and got to complain a little bit about my boss. (Me?! Complain about my boss!?) My schedule's been switched around AGAIN, so it's impossible to organize my life! I can't wait for that blissful Springtime horizon to dawn when I can happily exit and begin anew. Somewhere else. Not that I'm itching to leave GA as such. Yesterday I heard a snippet of "GA on my Mind" on the radio and tears came to my eyes, corny or not. I've put 6 years of my life into this place. I think I'll come back again to visit a year down the line. Yeah. I need to tell myself that to muster the courage to leave. Because as some of you may or may not know, it's not really the town I'm so afraid of leaving, but a person. Ouch, did I say that out loud? But anyway, it's more than even one person. It's people. People I don't even hang out with anymore but people who really have meant a lot to me in the past. I had the best days of my life here in Athens, just playing music and listening to music and talking about music and acting like a bigshot and BEing a bigshot, a big fish in a very little pond. That's all been (as a collection) over with for years now, but every now and again I hear the sounds of downtown and I remember. Or a crawler on CNN mentions someone I used to know, or a magazine cover catches my eye and just for a second I think: Well, if I REALLY wanted to go back....

Saturday, January 21, 2006

Archbishop Sheen

2 more miners died in WV and I just can't help wondering why we can send crafts to Pluto and Mars, and hear the voices of men standing on the moon, but we "can't" get to trapped miners sooner than in 48 hours. The answer is that we very well CAN get to miners more quickly; but because they are "unimportant" people to our way of thinking, we simply don't. And that realization makes me sick.

Last night I saw a particularly enlightening episode of Archbishop Sheen's "Life is Worth Living." I learned 3 especially powerful things:

1) In this world there has been a divorce of Christ from His Cross, which is one reason why Christianity is not making the impact it should. For instance, if 10 people sit at a table, and 3 of them profess to be Christians, and all 10 discuss morals, politics, ethics, etc.--could an outsider tell which 3 were Christian? The Western World has chosen to keep a weak "nice teacher" concept of Christ: the Christ without His Cross. He does not say "hell," He does not drive illegitimate vendors from the Temple in anger, He just pats children on the head and gives us advice on par with Buddha or Confucius. This type of Christ will never, ever win the hearts of anyone. He is not a Savior or Redeemer. As Nietzsche once said in a rare moment of wisdom: "I will never believe in a Redeemer unless you act like you are redeemed." The only way for Christianity to impact the world is by being holy and saintly.

2) Instead of complaining about the imperfections in the Church, we should be grateful that the Church has those defects. For if the Church was not imperfect, we would not be in it.

3) Once upon a time, the youth had heroes who were above them, whom they aspired to be. But now, since we have debunked all these heroes and saints, the youth must turn to those on the same level as them, those who act like their peers, who are equal to them, not any better. In order to cause the youth to aspire to be better, we must restore heroes and saints to their rightful and respectable places.

Friday, January 20, 2006

Race

MLK Jr. day of course spurred discussions about race and the USA. While these matters are always on my mind, given the various "races" (ooh I detest the vagueness of that term!) of my friends and, of course extra-special people in my life (and also the overwhelming non-white crowd of prisoners I know), I have been pondering these matters more than usual. Maybe it's because Feb. is Black History Month (yes, the shorest month of the year!) and TV has been spattered with commercials featuring snippets of African-American history, etc. Or maybe it's because I've been reading Ralph Ellison and R. Wright again lately (has Wright ever had a sympathetic white character, one who wasn't tar and feathering innocent black youths and watching their bodies burn like candles in the Southern night?!) Or maybe it's because today on the news the reporters smeared the Church with hateful speech, just because we happen to welcome Mexicans into this country?
Whatever the reason, I just feel compelled to re-state the already obvious. Any and all racism is a sin against God and His Creation, because man was made in His Image: not white man, or black man, or brown man, but all men, and unequality between men runs deeper than skin tone or ethnicity.
What I can't reconcile in my brain, and what I could never reconcile, is how someone can say: "I will never marry a member of another race," but then marry someone whose skin resembles them, but whose values and opinions are so opposite! What kind of a world is this, where religion, politics, morals and views mean nothing at all, and skin tone means everything? I'm using hyperbole of course, but I can't say how many people--white, black, Asian, Native American--seem to put race ahead of what really matters. The Church frowns upon "mixed marriages." "Mixed" here means different religions. A Jew will naturally have tension marrying a Catholic. If there is no tension, this is because neither actually believes in his religion. My friend B this year is marrying another Jew. She searched for a Jew. She broke up with her last boyfriend in no small part because he wasn't Jewish. She commends me for wanting to marry another Catholic. This makes sense to me. But commonly here in America, there seems to be a reversal of this belief. Here we frown upon "mixed marriages," but not in regards to religion: differentness of skin. How does this make any sense at all?
But it's everywhere: people tell me upfront they would never date a person of another race. And look at TV: who has ever seen even one commercial displaying an interracial couple? But everywhere we are expected to mingle and mate with those of various views, creeds, and politics. It just doesn't make any sense.
I'm not sponsoring interreligious bloody battles or condemning tolerance of opposing views. But I'm contrasting these ideas to show how strange it is that a person's skin is often treated more important than his beliefs, his ideas, his innovations, his G/god.
As someone who is white, I am neither a racist nor a hater of my own race. My race is the Slavic peoples, who have like all peoples, done bad and good througout history. Mainly we have been poor, hungry, oppressed, enslaved (the word "slave" comes from guess where?) and murdered in droves. But we've also fought to keep our cultures alive despite the tyranny over the centuries, and I'm proud of that.
But a Slav resembles a Briton from afar, and some may link us together as one race. What do I have in common with a Briton? My ancestors lived near the Black Sea, the Indians, Syria, the Holy Land, Africa. I have more in common with the Egyptians than a Briton. But because of my skin tone, who will believe me?
This is all to say that nobody thinks globally and historically when speaking of race today in this country. One is black or white or Mexican or Indian and that's it, the case is closed. But the world is so much bigger than that!
I am neither racist nor ashamed of my race. Many whites in this country who are liberal tend to oppress their own ancestors, blaming every ill on their choices, etc. But what good does that do? The Europeans who settled in this country years ago where good and bad like everyone. The slave trade of Africans was sickening and the world knows it now. So was the German Holocaust, and so was the 1,000+ period of slavery my people endured at the hands of 3 back to back civilizations. Every civilization has condemned another and every culture has ups and downs.
So this Feb. I will remember as usual the great heroes of America who were of African descent: Meadger Evers, Ralph Ellison, Malcolm X (he changed so much during the final year of his life), and a million others. But I will never forget that really at the bottom of it all, we're all human. The only differences are deeper than the eye can see.

These Past Few Days

Work...getting old hoopty ready to give away...napping to catch up on sleep...reading Richard Wright's Uncle Tom's Children...reading Palm-Wine Drinkard...trying to write like the Palm-Wine Drinkard at work...random All in the Family episodes and Good Times...work...stressing about work...driving to and from work...planning this summer and after...cuddling with my doggies as I sleep and stressing about what I'll do with them this summer...cleaning out the old hoopty!..work...looking forward to Sat. when I won't have to work (I don't think)...

Nesmith lines

"Due to a lack of interest, tomorrow has been cancelled."

"Work hard, play hard, have plenty of roughage in your diet and someday you will own this hotel."

Monday, January 16, 2006

World War III and Aftermath

Well, she cried, she bit, she gave up all hope of the future, she threw out guilt trips galore, she stubbornly refused, she raised her voice, she all in all freaked out in a major way. Then she sat down and we began brainstorming how we could work this out. Eventually we came upon a decision...I think.

Saturday, January 14, 2006

Let the fireworks begin. I just emailed my boss explaining that I'll need a reduction of hours within a month or so. This is because I need to start the university job next month. My boss does NOT deal with matters like this well...at ALL. I'll be surprised if she doesn't cut off my head and eat it for dinner. If this is my last blog entry, you'll know what happened.
I just hope she doesn't guilt trip me into changing my mind. Stand fast, self, stand firm!
It was O. who gave me the strength to finally do this. Thank you.

I started The Power and the Glory last night (Graham Greene) . It seems pretty great so far.

Friday, January 13, 2006

This is absolutely sickening: http://articles.news.aol.com/news/article.adp?id=20060113053909990009&ncid=NWS00010000000001

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Books Are Fun

Although I was furiously tired, I couldn't sleep all night. I tossed and turned and went from being freezing to so hot I was sweating and kicking my covers off. I have no virus, so what gives?! I was on-time for work at 830am and tried to act as cheery as I have to for this type of job. Then after 7 hours, my boss let me know I had to stay 30 min. late. WHAT!?

Recent books finished:
The Heart is A Lonely Hunter (Carson McCullers)
Invisible Man (Ralph Ellison)--I loved it so much I bought X a copy. It's like Catcher in the Rye except the guy is black and an extreme intellectual. The beginning is the end (or the end is the beginning.) Brilliant.
The Member of the Wedding (Carson McCullers)--Seriously, this mirrored my own life so much it was scary. Also, McCullers impressed me even more than usual with lines about "the sky blue-green and filled with light, resembling a shallow wave," and "the skin under his eyes looked like the soft core of an eaten apple." Think about those for a sec. Can't you really see her subjects?
A Tree, A Rock, A Cloud (is that the title?)--Carson McCullers, short story. My life again! What is this woman, stalking me!?

To say McCullers is one of the most talented writers in the English language is a massive understatement. To anyone who hasn't read her yet, I strongly advise you do so. Now. I mean now-now. What are you waiting for? Go to Borders!

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Update

I realize I haven't really been using this blog to talk about my life recently. Let me see if I can try to update some.
Um, I'm probably starting another job in addition to the one I have now next month. I'll be working for the University just to make some more money between now and April. This means that between my usual life and the 2 jobs, I'll probably have even less time than I do now, but if I don't start earning a little more funds, I can kiss leaving GA this summer goodbye (what a pun.)
The death penalty work is coming along well. One prisoner may get a new trial in Philly and when he does he has invited me to come and support him in the courtroom for the full trial. I told him I'll do whatever I can to try and come!
This July I may be going to the Carpathian Mountains in Ukraine to teach English to the Catholic students there. The Catholic Univ. has shut down for decades under Commie rule and just now as re-opened. It needs all the support it can get.
After Ukraine, I should be in NYC or the Navajo reservations out West for about a year. After that: East Africa!
Any of these plans are liable to change from day to day I suppose, depending on my health and finances and other options that may come along, but as for now these are my plans.
Also, I should start my jail work here in Athens soon, as well as hopefully some more catechetical work either at the Catholic Center or St. Joseph's. I'll ask around and see if anyone wants me.

Monday, January 09, 2006

Awesome Insults from TV Land Shows

"That face is so ugly you oughta donate it to science so they can find a cure for it" (LOL! A little long and involved, but totally worth the pay-off)--Thelma to JJ

"Why don't you go put your face in the freezer and make an ugly-cicle" (HAHAHAHA! Fred to Esther)

"You best not come into my church--I'll excommunicate your face" Fred to Esther

Saturday, January 07, 2006

Here I am back in Athens. Again. My cold's almost over I think--much thanks to Airbourne, Cold-Eez and lots of hot tea!

I'm already stir crazy! I made myself stay inside all day today, drinking tea and watching a Roseanne marathon. Seriously. But I had to. Tomorrow there'll be several hours with my boss and I'll have wished I had rested today.

Maybe it's my freezing apt., or the effects of my virus, or the "come down" from a nice, long, hectic vacation, but whatever the case, I feel the need to restart my life more than ever. After a 2 year hiatus (on account of the agoraphobia--for real), I'm more than overdue to get my feet back on the road, my plane back on the runway, my ship back on the rolling seas. These eyes have seen the torches of Waikiki at twilight, the Eiffel Tower's searchlight in the evening, the blackness of Loch Ness at night, and the Irish Sea at mid-morning. I've been to Niagra Falls, the Statue of Liberty (ha ha and Cinders looked EXACTLY like her with an ice cream cone and a foam tiara!), both Disney World and Disney Land, the green hills of Vermont and the . . . pastures of cows in Alabama? (What else is there to say about Bama?) There was Vatican City and then David in Florence--that overnight train ride from France to Italy (again with Cinders--I THINK we saw the dark Alps looming outside the window). The white cliffs of Dover (we climbed the King Lear cliff), the Poconoes, the Natural Bridge of Virginia. I've been to Charleston, St. Augustine, Toronto (ooh! what wonders!) and braved Flint Michigan and Stuebenville Ohio. I had a life-altering "relationship-talk" on the banks of the Savannah River as drunken partiers urinated beside us on St. Patrick's Day. I want to do more and see more! How did I sit in one place for so long? The sickness was half of it, but another half was fear. It's hard to say goodbye, to people and places and things. A part of me hopes that when the time comes, I won't have to say goodbye. Maybe I'll just say, "See you later," and mean it. One never knows what the future holds. I can always come back some day.

Friday, January 06, 2006

Blah!

I'll be in various airports all day and evening tomorrow. And I'm sick. Blah. I have a cold. At least I have a day off of work before going back in. That's "blah" too. Work. Also some words from a friend that remind me I'm always falling for the bittersweet: sweet words and bitter actions, the kind you just know commonsensically have to come, but you don't want to admit it to yourself. But here it is laid out in front of me yet again, and my stubborn will is wrestling. To believe, or not to believe. I know what's good for me. Maybe I should start choosing that option more often!

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

100 Greatest?

Surprise yourself. How many of these "100 greatest novels" have you read? Should these all have made the cut? Which ones aren't on there that should be? http://www.randomhouse.com/modernlibrary/100bestnovels.html

Trapped Miners

13 miners have been trapped underground in West Virginia, and today one body was found. We still hold out hope for the other 12. Last night my mom and I stayed up 'til 5am waiting on news; it's a story very close to our hearts. Of my 4 great-grandfathers, 3 died of Black Lung from working their whole lives in the PA mines; furthermore, of my multiple great-uncles, even more worked and got the disease. When the Slavs came over to the USA in the early 20th century, many went into the mines like that not fully understanding all the dangers and problems. Anyway, I do pray for these lost miners and I hope you all will too. They could be saved. Back in 1963, 2 miners who were trapped for 14 days were rescued. Partly this had to do with the intervention of Pope John XXIII (who had just died 10 weeks earlier.) The saved miners, who were separated for medical treatment immediately upon getting pulled out of the earth, reported that for 8 days of their confinement, a short fat man appeared in a warm glow of blue light, keeping them warm and also expanding the space around them enough so that they could stand up and walk around (initially, they could barely crouch.) One man was Protestant, and had never seen the dead Pope before. But seeing a photo in the hospital, he recognized the saint, and the other miner did too. Why would these saved men make up such a story after they were pulled out of the ground? And how could their stories match up after being separated? If they were simply hallucinating, how did they see the same thing? Whatever the case, I do pray to both Bl. Pope John to help these men in WV, whether temporally or even after death. I pray to Bl. Padre Pro as well, who loved miners so much during his lifetime that he earned the nickname "little miner."