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Going Metric

After another 584,058,562 miles, it occurs to me the numbers would look less impressive if I go metric. So, now, with another 939,951,143.17 kilometers under the belt, it’s only a cumulative 54,517,407,850 km. Compared to last year at this time, the number is smaller, even if the distance is the same.

Here we go again…

New year, old stories…

This is the time of year when we hear folks going through their lists to recap the past year, and to make new lists of predictions. With this past a year of hyperbole, we are heading into a new year full of dire warnings. The planet is on fire, our politics are on fire, our culture is on fire…

And yet.

It is a new year, and while the politics of the day will be front page for many months to come (You thought the 2024 contest was already taking up too much airtime and pixels? You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.) it is also worth remembering that we are not living in history…yet.

The signs, all bright neon colors, flashing at hypnotizing rates every way we turn, tell us we are in a scary time for our nation. And, well, yes we are. But the signal-to-noise ratio in our public discourse is lower1 than I can recall in my lifetime, and the alarm bells are rinnging for all the wrong reasons. Deflection is the name of the game, and we – all of us – need to keep our collective eye on the ball, if we are worried about what history informs us of a possible future.

This past week in the small town of Berlin, NH, a candidate for the office of President of the United States was asked a simple question: “What was the cause of the United States Civil War?” The candidate’s2 answer was anything but simple, or even to the point, let alone “presidential.” The word “slavery” was omitted; the topic not even reflected.

The next day, the spin rooms were working at high RPMs. The candidate when asked about her answer said, “Of course the Civil War was about slavery. We know that.”

Except – and this is the thing – she didn’t say it when asked. A subject like the U.S. Civil War should be the low-hanging fruit for any candidate for national office – we are in a time when so many pundits have been predicting that we are sitting on the threshold of a modern civil war.

This is the type of question for which one does not get a “do-over” or make-up exam.

This is the exemplar of the kind of question a Republican candidate should absolutely OWN, given that party’s birth in the same cause that led to the Civil War. The folks who are forgiving the candidate her verbal trespass tell us that the Republican Party has forgotten the concept their party’s name embodies.

But history tells us this is nothing new. A previous republican president of the past century, the guy who resigned rather than face the music, was impressed with the trappings of court when visiting heads of state in Europe, and in preparation for a visit by the British Prime Minister, gussied up the guards with ceremonial uniforms complete with fancy hats and tasseled tunics.

It was the President’s design, and it was panned by critics as being, among other things, “too monarchical” and compared to those you would find surrounding a head of state in a banana republic.

It’s worth remembering that story now, because a few parallels have been made between that guy who resigned and inmate P011358093, the the proclaimed front-runner for the party that has lost its way. Today, we have a candidate who has said he would be a dictator on day 1 if elected. He has said many things, many horrible things, on his way to leading the pack, and they need to be heard for what they are: words that describe what he intends to do if he gets his hands back on the levers of power.

The next closest candidate in the race, if polls are to be believed,4 can’t come to admit why the Civil War was fought – even though the Declaration of Secession of the very state she governed stated slavery was the reason for that state, among others, to secede.

Meanwhile, inflation is down. Jobs are up. Most metrics by which we measure the success of an economy indicate that the past three years have been very, very good to our nation, in no small part because out current President acted in a somewhat revolutionary way: he turned public policy toward raising up its average citizens instead of rewarding its wealthiest, the latter a trend begun under an actor5 in the biggest role of his lifetime.

We are at the beginning of a new year, the first ten months of which will be full of noise, more noise, and then some noise on top of all that. Bread and circuses will appear everywhere a crowd can gather, and much time, pixels, and airwaves will be spent confusing the people so they don’t vote in their interest. Or in the interest of the nation and the world.

We live in a democratic republic, but less and less so in recent years, as the ironically-named Republican party works feverishly to transform our nation into an autocracy, or oligarchy, or some other form of big-ass banana republic.

A republic is, as was explained years ago to sell the notion of one of our own by folks like James Madison and Alexander Hamilton, a government whose fundamental principle is “…that the sense of the majority shall prevail.”6 One needs only look at this past year to see ample evidence tat the GOP is working toward the opposite principle. Perhaps the most obvious and egregious example of this is a former football coach turned U.S. Senator who singlehandedly degraded military readiness and our defense posture around the world by refusing to allow military promotions to continue for most of 2023, leaving whole branches with interim leadership – all for a cause for which that the vast majority of the general public disagrees with him.

The sense of the majority no longer resides in the leadership of the GOP. The Republican Party is not what its name suggests.

All this is nothing new to you, dear reader. If you are here, you are likely already of a similar mind. So what to do?

I don’t know. Getting a signal in past all that noise is a Sisyphean task, but we cannot let up. We cannot give up. Because if we do, they win. And that’s a future, for 2024 and beyond, that I don’t want to be a part of.

And so…welcome to the new year. Take a deep breath, and find some time to make some time to make a difference, however small, on your side of the playing field.

Things are not what they seem. But they don’t have to become what they appear to be coming to.

Good luck – for all of us – in this new year.

  1. If you would prefer, our noise-to-signal ration is terribly high. ↩︎
  2. I would prefer not to use names of folks I don’t support on my blurg. You can look ’em up if you don’t know of whom I am talking. ↩︎
  3. I would prefer not to use names of folks I don’t support on my blurg, but if they earn an inmate number, I’ll allow that descriptor into my prose. ↩︎
  4. Polls at this time are not to be believed. But the give us an insight into what folks are thinking about when it comes to the horserace, so they are not without value – only without as much merit and value that is too often accorded them in the absence of easier reportage this early in the game. ↩︎
  5. Rhymes with RAY-gun ↩︎
  6. Alexander Hamilton, “Federalist” 22, in C. Rossiter, ed., The Federalist Papers (1787) (New York: New American Library, 1961), p.78 ↩︎

It has been a busy fall

Life has kept me busy. Of course, who hasn’t been kept hopping these days? Most folk I know are, well, busy, be it keeping up with work, managing health issues, dealing with their families. When I set myself down in the home office to do some kind of activity on this computing thingy, I find myself doing work – that is to say, working on material brought from the job, spending extra time in an edit doing tweaking, mixing, and such other things as I might fuss over before I send a project out for review.

Lately, too, when I set myself own in this chair to write, I find myself writing for work. My job hasn’t changed, per se, but the focus of some of what I do has shifted somewhat. These days I am writing to document what I do – the great Brain Dump as we call it in my quarterly reviews. With more staff in our department, and, lets face it, the imminent reality of my aging out toward retirement in the actually foreseeable future, it is incumbent upon me to delegate more of what I do to others. I can’t keep doing it all, myself, especially now that I am not alone. Which is nice – but there needs to be a conduit between my grey matter and the tasks our new folks are picking up.

I also get to work more on communications-oriented writing, especially to promote the strategic alignment of our larger department within the division, and the university writ large.

All this is nice, but I need to start carving out time in the new year to write more for myself. To work on projects that have been piling up, one way or another, on the desk here in the home office.

It can be done. Life has been busy, but, let’s be real – not any busier for me as for many others. One person in particular continues to astound and amaze me with her daily output. She writes, each day, for us; for all of US. Her output demonstrates a discipline and ethic that humbles. I type of Heather Cox Richardson, whose substack column, Letters from an American, should be required reading across the board.

Richardson has a new book out; as she’s been hustling around doing the author boogie, she keeps cranking out the daily submissions. Each day I see her name in my inbox, I am awed.

Yesterday’s filing, for Thanksgiving Day, was, as usual, inspirational, and I leave you with her final words from yesterday:

In 1861, Americans went to war to keep a cabal from taking control of the government and turning it into an oligarchy. The fight against that rebellion seemed at first to be too much for the nation to survive. But Americans rallied and threw their hearts into the cause on the battlefields even as they continued to work on the home front for a government that defended democracy and equality before the law.

And in 1865, at least, they won.

https://open.substack.com/pub/heathercoxrichardson/p/november-23-2023

This next year is gonna be the weirdest on record. Fasten your seatbelts…

Kick the tires and check the oil

After 33,307,137,180 miles, it’s that time again to schedule a visit into the shop to kick the tires, check the fluids, and adjust levels. No major breakdowns (knock wood), but I have been hearing some strange noises from the joints and transmission lately.

As we go around yet again…

Before Alice’s Restaurant…

Each year a local radio station switches to an all-Christmas music format. Used to be it make the switch over the Thanksgiving weekend; this year it was first weekend of November, when a lot of folks were still sorting their Halloween haul…

Upon hearing the seasonal songs had arrived ever earlier this year, my daughter observed that, “It’s a shame there are no Thanksgiving songs, too…” I corrected her, and said yes, there are. She assumed I meant the 18-minute classic Alice’s Restaurant (with full orchestration and five -part harmony) by Arlo Guthrie – which, she admitted, is a Thanksgiving Song.

“No,” I said, “there are Thanksgiving songs out there besides Alice’s Restaurant.”

“Like what?” she demanded.

Take an Indian To Lunch,” I replied.

“There’s no such song!”

And so I reminded her of the song she’s heard many, many times growing up, tucked as it is in the classic history lesson brought to us by Stan Freberg one-fifth score years before Arlo drove trash around in a red VW microbus with shovels and rakes an implements of destruction.

Freberg’s take on this nation’s history, from it’s “discovery” by Christopher Columbus up through the Battle of Yorktown, is a masterful twist on reality, offering an arguably woke perspective on the United States hidden behind brilliant satirical sketches. It took him 35 years to create Volume 2, which essentially covers the 19th century, and, sadly, there is no Volume 3 to skewer the Depression through more modern times.

It was Volume 1 – the early years – that I listened to time and time again until I wore out the grooves. Sparkling wit, great puns, clever songs – to this day it ranks in my personal top three comedy albums of all time. Of course, that’s just my opinion – but it’s shared by plenty of folks out there.

And it’s got the best Thanksgiving song – at least in the “short length” category…

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