Saturday, August 23, 2014

Intellectual Elitism: And We Wonder Why Our Kids Pick on the Kid with Down Syndrome


I just read the following picture posted on face-book.  I believe its creator, as well as the many people to post it, feels he/she is making a feminist statement.

#GoodAdvice 4 My Young G'z Whoa!

Too me, it seems, not only are they passing along the age-old sexism by reducing women to simple terms--you're either sexy or intelligent, but not both--but they are also passing along what is perhaps the biggest prejudice of our times:  that somehow you are less human if you are less intelligent.

I work at a boys home that houses a wide variety of students from various social-economic, cultural and geographic backgrounds.  I currently have a twelfth-grade boy who writes academic papers at a college level and creative writing works at a masters level.  Often his reading of literary texts is more sophisticated than mine, and I have to struggle to follow his thoughts, not because they're not sound, but because he quite simply outsmarts me.

And yet, I have seen this same student take pride in being able to put down his peers.  He also came in a junkie and until quite recently everything he did was to seek affirmation of what a wonderful, gifted genius he is.

I have no doubt this student will succeed academically, socially and monetarily in this life.  But, if we can't help him, he will be deplorably unhappy and will make those around him just as unhappy.  He will have lots fans and few friends--not unlike many Hollywood movers and shakers.  In fact, I picture him as a quite successful screen writer strung out on heroin or cocaine.

I hope that doesn't turn out to be the case.  Wow!--is he fun to talk to.  He has great tastes in literature, in music, in art.  But as a person, at least for now, he doesn't really exist.  He lacks humanity, and for whatever reason, right now, is sort of a shell.  People are fluid.  Given the right settings, they can and do change.  So, with his mind, provided he finds God in the bedrock beneath crowded and clumped humanity rather than just more and more nada, he could have an amazing impact on humanity.

However, at the same time, I have a ninth-grade student, who functions intellectually between a first and second grade level.  Teaching him is not as fun.  Often, it's down right frustrating.  I explain the concepts in the simplest terms possible and still it confuses him.  And I'm a writer.  I may suck at everything else.  But one thing I'm good at is explaining.

And yet, he's got a huge heart and is very kind.  He is still a child, and probably always will be, so he is still the center of his universe and wants simple gratifications fulfilled--to do what he wants to do when he wants to do it--but, he would never intentionally hurt others feelings or put others down.  The reason he's in the home is fighting--violently acting out.  I have a good idea much of that rage comes from being teased, for feeling frustrated that he can't understand things like others do, for not being accepted.

How can kids be so cruel? we asks ourselves.  A better question would be, how could they not?  Watch television, read political commentary, follow facebook.   Everything about our society is about one-upping each other in intellect or achievement.  Our society thrives on depicting everyone else as dumb-asses.  Most of stand-up routines are centered, one way or another, around this.

For whatever reasons, my life has provided me with a wide variety of friends.  I know a few writers, artists and intellectuals.  I know many educators.  But, I also have several friends who are short-order cooks, waitresses, and factory workers.

And when it comes to humor--which to me, is one of the highest forms of intelligence--ability to identify injustices and express love and anger, I see very little difference between the college graduate with a masters degree and my friends who barely made it through high school.

In most cases, the more educated people, do lead happier, more productive lives.  But is this happiness due to intellect or just the cultural benefits of being smart in a society sick with intellectual elitism?

White males in the American South in the 1940's and 50's were more satisfied than their black counter parts, but not because they were biologically superior.  Society had selected "white' as a trait preferable to "black" and rewarded or abused individuals based on that criteria.

I wonder if we currently do the same based on education and perceived intellect.

I love to think.  My mind, my creativity, my ability to form thoughts--these give my life meaning. 

But none of that says anything about my worthiness as a human being.  No, that would be much better gaged by my ability to work with the special needs student without getting cross, without letting snide remarks shift my responsibility to educate onto another.

And to be honest, once in a while, I fail miserably at this. 

However, the real measure of a mind is compassion and patience, not I.Q. points, no matter what messages society puts forth.



Monday, August 18, 2014

Pain: A Reflection on Christianity and Healthcare


What I want to say here is both simple and not-so-simple.  It is simple to the spiritual self, but it goes against the "natural man."  Only that doesn't sound right, for when I'm out in my garden, softness is the most natural thing in the word.  Perhaps, I should say that it goes against "civilized man":  man of society; man of progress; man of obstacle and overcome; man of arrival and importance; man of ego.  I want to say it carefully, because it is a message that should be heard, even if only by a few, and people tend not to listen if they think they are being taught.  We resist change.

But we need change.  Not revolution, but evolution--a soft, weathering away of individual and cultural egos, so that light and divinity shines through.

This past Friday evening I experienced, what for me, was unbelievable pain.  I had a second attack of epididymitis, which causes acute scrotal pain.  I know pain is relative, and what for me was unbearable might be tolerable by someone else.  But it was so strong, that at that moment, all I could think is cure me or kill me.  My whole body and mind was terrorized by the pain centered in my scrotum.  I didn't care about life, liberty or the pursuit of happiness.  I didn't care about family.  I didn't even care about myself.  I just cared about ending the pain.

We tend to think of liberty as the most fundamental human right.  But anyone who has experienced excruciating pain knows there can be no freedom while in the iron grasp of pain.  Bodily ills are a vital part of mortality, and we will never be free from pain.  Acute pain demands to be heard.

But maybe pain, like so many ills in this life, is not meant for the sufferer.  Maybe pain is meant for the rest of us: those not hospitalized, not bed-ridden, not helpless.

I always had a problem with a world designed on pain:  the eat or be eaten world of evolution, which is all around us, undeniable, if we use our eyes and intellect.  Just a few days ago, I watched a black wasp drag a dead tarantula from one side of my garden to the other for about seventy feet.  What clearly was the fortune of the wasp clearly was not good for the tarantula, who probably experienced great pain that the wasp might prosper.

What type of God would set up such a universe?  No wonder people become atheist.  Who can blame them?   The evidence is there.  No just God would devise such an eat or be eaten world.

That is the only rational conclusion when we see through temporal eyes.  But, if spirits are eternal, as is progression, and becoming perfect is the ultimate goal--what better way to become fully divine than to lose yourself in the pain and affliction of others?

This was Christ's ultimate message.  Lose your ego in the service of others.  Ultimately, it is our only purpose here.  And each of us knows it.  It is embedded in our DNA.  It would be the most natural thing in the world if Satan wasn't working on us through the ego. Kindness, gentleness, softness is who we are at our core, and it is what we are here to remember.  The question is, can we give enough of the self away to recognize who we are?

And not just as individuals.  As societies too.    When Christ says,  If thou wilt be perfect, go and sell that thou hast, and give to the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven: and come and follow me" (Mathew 19:21),  it is not for the sake of the poor he requires this.  He has already declared that the poor are blessed simply by their circumstance.  The giving is for those that have.  It is opportunity to soften the ego and become one with the "least of these."

We will be judged by this ability to be humble and giving--both as individuals and as societies.  Healthcare is as much of a right as liberty.  There can be no true happiness, no true joy, while locked in the grasp of pain. Perhaps individual spirits were giving enough in the preexistence to take on that mission.  But our moral duty, both as individuals and as societies, now is to do everything we can to alleviate the suffering of others without worrying about costs or plausibility.  That is to be in God's hands.  Moral individuals, moral nations, will step up to heal the sick and afflicted without a second thought.  Christ even provided the perfect example.

It baffles me that many of those who base their lives on Christ do not realize how providing healthcare is fundamental to being Christian.  Christ was a walking hospital who gave healthcare free of charge to anyone in need.  If we, as individuals and as a nation, follow his lead, nothing but prosperity can come from such openness.
  





         

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Keep Your Garden Blooming All Summer Long--Even Pansies

Pansies at Dry Creek brave the August heat.
Because I couldn't wait for summer to begin to get an idea of how my outdoor kitchen  would look when completed, I planted pansies and violas in fiber-lined flower baskets in March.  Normally, I wouldn't do that. Pansies and violas are spring flowers and need lots of moisture.  Even planted in the ground, where moisture retention is better, they usually don't survive past the 4th of July.  In a fiber-lined basket, where water quickly runs on through, and the hot winds of summer dry out the fiber, the soil, and the roots, I figured life expectancy for these delicate spring flowers would be far less.  They were an impulse, a temporary satisfaction until the garden took hold.  I was planning to replace them in early July.  And yet, here it is August 10th, and my baskets are still bright with yellow, purple and lavender blooms.  Why?

Marci came a cross a couple of videos on YouTube that changed forever the seasons of my garden.  Evan as new to gardening as I am, I've always known to plant so that you have flowers bloom all season.  But, I didn't know that by trimming flowers, you can extend their life greatly, so that seasons bleed into each other, spring, summer and fall flowers blooming side by side.  Unnatural?  Sure, but exotic and beautiful.  I currently have pansies, petunias, gladiolas, hollyhocks, sunflowers and chrysanthemums all blooming simultaneously.

Watch these videos and learn how to stretch the life of your spring annuals across the long, hot summer.


Click on the above video to learn how to extend the life and beauty of your pansies.


   Click on the above video to learn how to extend the life and beauty of your petunias.


Monday, August 4, 2014

Stevie Wonder's "Journey Through the Secret Life of Plants": The Perfect Soundtrack for Your Garden

Photograph by Rio Brown


About the Album

Although "Garden Party" by Rick Nelson is a great song with great lyrics, it is more of a social commentary about the liberal, social elite than a tribute to any garden.  Yet, believe it or not, there is not only a song, but an entire album that is a tribute to plants.  Stevie Wonder's Journey Through the Secret Life of Plants, released October 30, 1979, is the perfect soundtrack for your garden. Released three years after Wonder's Songs in the Key of Life, it had initial popular success, but was quickly attacked by critics as being "vague and overambitious" Wikipedia.   However, that seems to be the normal reaction of critics following a major album such as Songs in the Key of Life.  U2 later received the same treatment with Rattle and Hum after The Joshua Tree.  Personally, I often like the album that follows the "masterpiece" better than the masterpiece itself.  Such is the case with Journey Through the Secret Life of Plants.

The album is the sound track of a little-known environmental documentary by the same name and Stevie, being blind, used an innovative process to score the film.  According to an entry in Wikipedia, "Michael Braun, the film's producer, [would] describe each visual image in detail, while the sound engineer, Gary Olzabal, specified the length of a passage [and] this information was processed to a four-track tape (with the film's sound on one of the tracks), leaving Wonder space to add his own musical accompaniment"  Wikipedia.     

Over time, an appreciation for the album has developed.  In a review for All Music, Andy Kellman has the following to say:

 Plants is a sprawling, fascinating album. Though it is dominated by synthesizer-heavy instrumental pieces with evocative titles, there is a handful of full-blown songs. The gorgeous, mostly acoustic ballad “Send One Your Love” was a Top Ten R&B single, while the joyous “Outside My Window” registered in the Top 60. Beyond that, there’s the deep classic “Come Back as a Flower,” a gently lapping, piano-led ballad featuring Syreeta on vocals. Otherwise, there are playfully oddball tracks like “Venus’ Flytrap and the Bug,” where Wonder chirps “Please don’t eat me!” through robotizing effects, and “A Seed’s a Star,” which incorporates crowd noise, a robotized monologue, and a shrieking Tata Vega over a funkier and faster version of Yellow Magic Orchestra. The album is not for everyone, but it suited its purpose and allowed its maker an amount of creative wiggle room that few major-label artists experience.  (All Music)

Personally, I think the album is brilliant and a perfect soundtrack for any garden.  And if you live in a dingy, one room basement apartment with leaking water pipes overhead, well the album is still brilliant.  And I just love the fact that it took a blind man to capture in music the world of plants so vividly.  Hell, I even wrote a poem and here it is.  I'm not sure how good it is, but Stevie's "Venus Fly Trap and the Bug," which follows, is amazing.

It Took a Blind Man to See the Journey
Through the Secret Life of Plants  

Wonder—

Man, you move me.

Light sparks,
speaker crackles,
dragon fly flickers
blue jeweled.

Heat heavy jazz
drips down
dazzling broad
leaves to drop

 ker-plunk

 in smooth blue
synthesizer pool.