Fashion

September 2nd, 2010 by John Creighton in Photo Per Day

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The photographer (me) does not do justice to the fashion.  Ada Grace carefully coordinates her outfit each day.  She prefers hats, long socks and crinoline (though I may not know exactly what that is).  Are the 80s back?



Wednesday Night Tap

September 1st, 2010 by John Creighton in Photo Per Day

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You may have to scroll down a ways to see the video.  I’m still not a master at blogging.

Joe started Wednesday Night Tap classes again.  This is the sound we hear in our house over, and over, and over again.



S.O.B.

September 1st, 2010 by John Creighton in Snapshots

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I received news over the past two weeks that a dear friend, the daughter of a friend and an acquaintance have all been diagnosed with cancer.  The prognosis for all is good.  The news still makes my stomach turn.

I have a visceral reaction whenever I hear news about cancer.  My first reaction is typically, “Son of a bitch.”  I’m practiced at keeping these angry thoughts to myself.  I don’t have the guts to say them out loud.  Instead, I share “polite company” thoughts, “I’m thinking about you.”

My mom would tell me to let the anger out.  She battled cancer twice.  She beat it the first time for 15 years.  The second go ’round was just too hard.  But, she was matter of fact both times.  “I’m going to fight it ’til I can’t.”  And, that’s what she did.

I should have learned through these experiences to let my visceral feelings out.  My mom always told people, “I need your prayers and I’ll take your swear words, too.  Both are right at the top of my mind.”

My cousin Nancy has no problem expressing her thoughts on the subject of cancer.  She’s battled it, too.  I’ll never forget her visit to mom’s hospital room the second time around.  The first words out of her mouth as she walked through the hospital door were, “That f***ing bastard.  Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT!!!”  This outburst was followed by a long embrace I imagine only two cancer survivors would understand.

So, I’ve said more than my share of swear words the past few days.  And, I’m saying prayers, too.



It’s time to say enough to Limbaugh, Olbermann and the cast of political entertainers

August 31st, 2010 by John Creighton in Dispatches

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LONGMONT, Colo. — Rush Limbaugh, Keith Olbermann and the vast cast of political entertainers who populate cable television, talk radio and the blogosphere are modern day lotus-eaters.

In Greek mythology, the Lotus-Eaters gave Odysseus’ men narcotic laced flowers that caused the men to give up care for anything important.  They were content to lounge peacefully without regard for home or duty.  Odysseus had to forcefully extract the men from the grip of the Lotus-Eaters and take them back to the ships “weeping bitterly.”

This scene was played out in the book made movie, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, in a Las Vegas casino.  Percy and his friends were on a mission to save humanity from the wrath of the gods but, under the trance of the lotus flowers, forgot their purpose.  They, like Odysseus’ men, were content to frolic without concern for the real world.

We enter a lotus filled Las Vegas casino each time we tune into political entertainment on talk radio and cable television.  As a nation, we have serious challenges that merit serious debate and considered action.  But, serious issues are not being discussed in forums that purport to be “The Place for Politics” or “Fair and Balanced.” Instead, the leaders of talk show nation distract us by promoting division, mistrust and antipathy.

That’s the difference between the modern day lotus-eaters as compared to those from Greek mythology.  The lotus-eaters of Odysseus’ age did no harm to those who excepted their “gifts.”  The political entertainers of our age do great harm.

The talk show leaders pretend to be serious.  They are given platforms by major corporations under the banner of “news” and “journalism.”  But, rather than inform discussion, they distract us by cultivating anger and fear.

Political leaders and lay people alike are becoming incapacitated by loathing for our fellow Americans.  Though we are not peacefully apathetic as were Odysseus’ men, the net effect is the same.  We’re unable to face up to our challenges and obligations in a responsible manner.

Republicans in Congress don’t dare work with their Democratic counterparts.  The primary defeats of conservative stalwarts Senator Bob Bennett of Utah and Senator Lisa Murkowski of Alaska (not yet official) sent a clear message.  Don’t diverge from the Limbaugh/Hannity/Beck political doctrine or be struck down by talk show nation.

The Obama administration fears talk show nation, too.  Baited by Andrew Breitbart’s doctored video, Shirley Sherrod was dismissed from the U.S. Department of Agriculture without due process.  Conservative talk leaders could barely contain their glee over the Obama administration’s poor judgment.

The escalating war among talk show leaders has gone beyond normal hardball politics.  The current tactics have reached a point we should all be shouting, “Enough!”

On one end of the spectrum is Keith Olbermann’s juvenile feature, “The Worst Person in the World.” Olbermann’s daily tirade serves no useful purpose beyond providing liberals with a chance to say “nyah, nyah, nyah” to the conservatives they love to hate.  Indeed, it seems that hating conservatives is more important to many liberals than solving problems.

But, Olbermann’s approach is almost benign compared to Rush Limbaugh’s recent tactic to refer to President Obama as “Imam Obama.” Rush Limbaugh is clearly intelligent.  He understands the power of language and symbolism.  He knows that combining Islamic terms with the president’s name will incite fear and loathing.

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Limbaugh is using long established war time tactics.  During times of war, people impose derogatory labels upon their “enemies” to make them seem less than human.  It is far easier to attack and disparage someone who is less than human.  Except now, talk show leaders are using these tactics against fellow Americans.

Indeed, others are adopting Limbaugh’s dehumanizing tactics.  Bill Kelly’s Truth Squad, right here on The Washington Times Communities, employs symbolism to cultivate antipathy.  A recent post, “Take back the victory mosque, formerly known as the White House,” includes a photo with a superimposed crescent moon and star, an internationally recognized symbol of the Islamic faith, on the White House.  In the article, Mr. Kelly writes, “the President is not what he pretends to be.”

Serious people have serious disagreements with President Obama and his administration.  Mr. Kelly’s tactics are not serious.  They are gratuitous.  They are embarrassing.  Indeed, if no one else will say it, I will.  These types of tactics are just plain wrong.

It is not just the political entertainers who distract us from serious concerns.  We are distracting ourselves.  We often place more energy into finding ways to insult those we dislike than figuring out ways to work together and solve problems.

I live near Boulder, Colorado.  President Bush haters feel comfortable expressing their distaste for our now former president in the most vile terms.  Bumper stickers that read, “The only Bush I trust is my own,” aren’t funny.  They are pornographic.

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Clearly we all have a First Amendment right to say what we want.  And, there is great comfort knowing that we live in country where we can say literally anything about our political leaders without fear of repercussion.

But it is shameful to act with such vulgarity in a public setting. How can those who compare Republicans to Satan and mock Christians expect respectful treatment of Democrats and the current president?  You can’t call people names and get warm fuzzies in return.

We don’t have an Odysseus to extract us from the lotus-eaters and force us back to our ships.  We must do that for ourselves.  The time has come for all of us to take action.

Political entertainers only have power if we let them have an audience.  We can turn off the television.  We can turn off the radio.  We can tell our neighbors, in a cordial manner, that the unsavory bumper stickers are less than amusing.

These may be the most important political acts of our era.  We may not be able to deal with any of the challenges facing our nation until we do.  It’s time we all say, “Enough!”

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John Creighton  can be found on Twitter @johncr8on and on Facebook.



Between Generations

August 23rd, 2010 by John Creighton in Dispatches

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WESTMINSTER, Colo. (08/23/10) — My family had the privilege to attend our daughter’s friend’s Bat Mitzvah last week.  I knew little about the ceremony.  I attended a boy’s Bar Mitzvah twenty years ago.  It’s the only other time I’ve been present for such a celebration.  Though I struggled to follow along at times, I got a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes as I witnessed the passing of the Torah.

The eldest of the three generations gathered began to recite (please forgive me if I don’t recall this just right), “My names is… My Hebrew name is… I received the Torah from my parents… and the generations who came before them.  I pass the Torah to…”

The effect did not hit me right away.  It was the accumulation of person after person, oldest to youngest, making the same recitation, “… I received the Torah from my parents… and the generations who came before them,” that caused the emotion to ball up in my throat.  The images of the moment creates a lump once more as I write these words.

The symbolic transfer of values and beliefs from one generation to the next is an important speed bump to slow modern notions of time.

We live in an era in which instant gratification is possible in every aspect of our lives regardless of where we live.  Want ice cream?  There’s sure to be a store open 24-7 somewhere nearby.  Want a book, even one that’s not a best seller?  Download it on your Kindle or iPad in little more than ten seconds.

The ability to satisfy every desire and whim in a matter of moments fundamentally changes our notions of time.  We can travel across the continent in mere hours but get agitated when our airline flight is delayed by thirty minutes.  Dr. Philip Zimbardo notes in his viral video, “The Secret Powers of Time,” Americans get angry when it takes more than a minute to download a webpage.  Angry!

Who remembers ordering Sea Monkeys from the back of a comic book.  The next two to three weeks were filled with anticipation.  Children would run home from school to check the mail, opening the box each day hoping, wondering, “Is it here yet?”  Now, the answer is almost always, “Yes.”

I find value in practices that reorient our sense of time from instant gratification toward taking a long view.  In particular, I like practices that connect generations.  I find the Thanksgiving tradition of each person at the table relating what they are thankful for to be more meaningful when it begins with the eldest at the table and ends with the youngest.

These types of traditions remind us that those who came before have wisdom to share.  And, including the youngest helps to nourish our sense of hope and our commitment to invest in the future.  It is small practices like this that remind us each to consider our role as stewards of our families, congregations, communities and society.

Stewardship is a concept that resonates deeply on the agriculture High Plains where I grew up and continue to spend much time.  Farmers can’t afford to think in one year increments.  They’ve learned hard lessons from the past that how you tend the soil in the short term will profoundly affect your livelihood in the future.  Anyone who needs to relearn these lessons should check out The Worst Hard Time: The Untold Story of Those Who Survived the Great American Dust Bowl, by Timothy Egan.

We still don’t take a view as long as what’s needed.  I’m sad when I go back to my hometown and see the creek beds where I used to wade and play full of weeds, the soil all but permanently dry because the water tables are depleted by irrigation practices. Like people everywhere, those of us on the Plains get locked into tensions between short term economic security and long term obligations to the generations yet to come. Still, the aspirations to be stewards of the land and to pass on resources to future generations, creates the opening to examine and change practices.

Connections between generations is an important way to nourish our sense of stewardship.  The stories we trade reminds us of the past and keeps us focused on the future.  But, intergenerational connections don’t exist as naturally as they once did.

More of us can afford to live separately than could in the past.  Just after World War II, more than one in five people lived in a multigenerational household.  Now, only about sixteen percent of people do (that’s up from a low of twelve percent in 1980).

Seniors, widows and widowers, with the security of pensions, Social Security and Medicare are no longer forced to move in with their children.  Everyone’s happy about that.  But, the ties that bind generations are weakened.

Home developers recognize there is a market for people who want space from their off-spring — and vice versa.  Retirement communities are no longer the province of just Arizona and Florida.  It is easy to find “Active Adult, 55+ Age Restricted Communities” in states north, south, east and west.

The separation of generations could be celebrated as another sign of our nation’s great wealth.  Many of our living habits were economically induced.  But, these habits had more than economic benefit.  They helped to sustain our communities and society.

The abundance of tools and resources that enable people to be free are certainly something we should rejoice.  But, we must be ever mindful of what we lose as we seek ever greater personal freedom.  There is value, too, in being connected.  There is great value in maintain intergenerational connections, perhaps, in particular.

The passing of the Torah is one of those symbolic acts that reminds us.

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John Creighton can be found on Twitter @johncr8on and on Facebook.