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Just Shelley

Cruising

I rarely drive at night, but tonight, as the sun started to set, I wanted nothing more than to get out of the house and on to the road. The weather was summer warm today, being pushed by last winter’s breath tonight. I hoped into Golden Girl, rolled down the windows, turned the radio to a good station and just started driving. No where in particular. Away from the city. Away from the people.

Traffic’s always light early here — all the good people are at home, settled down at dinner table or in front of the television. Most likely they were catching up with the day’s news as I started the drive. The ultimate reality show. Survivors: Showdown in Baghdad.

My hair whipped about and into my face. I’ve let it get a bit long and normally I’ll keep it pulled back if I have the window down; otherwise I end up with a curly mess. Tonight, though, it felt good to have my hair flying about as I sped up, turning corners, feeling the leather of the steering wheel slip softly through my hands.

My elbow rested on the open window and my head rested on my hand, but I wasn’t dreaming. I was aware of my surroundings, keeping a lookout for tiny eyes lit up by the lights. My little bubble on wheels, she drives a treat when you get her out of the city. Hugs the road as if she’s found her long lost lover.

On the radio, Creed’s One Last Breath starts playing:

Please come now I think I’m falling
I’m holding to all I think is safe
It seems I found the road to nowhere
And I’m trying to escape
I yelled back when I heard thunder
But I’m down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say

Hold me now
I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain’t so far down

I’m looking down now that it’s over
Reflecting on all of my mistakes
I thought I found the road to somewhere
Somewhere in His grace
I cried out heaven save me
But I’m down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say

Hold me now
I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain’t so far down

Sad eyes follow me
But I still believe there’s somthing left for me
So please come stay with me
‘Cause I still believe there’s something left for you and me
For you and me
For you and me

Hold me now
I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking.

 

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outdoors Photography

Blue skies and lost trails

Today was beautiful weather so I took off to explore another new trail. This time, though, I had my roommate with me, which was a real treat. I usually hike alone, but sometimes it’s nice to have company.

The trail wasn’t that long and only a level three. Unfortunately, though, we zigged when we should have zagged and ended up in level four territory. Since neither of us was equipped for this type of hiking we backtracked for safer ground. Later, after the end of the hike, we found out the trail we had accidentally followed was red flagged as dangerous to both the forest and the hiker (fragile, rare mosses under foot). Somehow the marking got lost when the trail forked. However, no harm done to hiker or moss.

It was good to get away from the TV, more specifically the news on TV, but I need to work tonight. I want to finish adding existing stories to Paths so that I can begin adding the new stories. Oooo. Lucky yous.

I also need to finish final edits for Practical RDF, get these to Simon by Monday. I didn’t work on the book yesterday, because I wasn’t particularly happy with O’Reilly. I originally included the reason why with this posting, but then decided this may not be politic of me. Normally that wouldn’t stop me — you know me, write first, think later — but I find lately that I can’t sustain much of a burn. Such is life.

I did have a nice note from a professor in Singapore complimenting me on my Giant Squid article. Clyde Roper from the Smithsonian — the expert on the Giant Squid — is going to be speaking at the National University of Singapore and the gentleman who wrote me was looking for resources on the subject to pass on to his students. I enjoy getting these emails, gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling of accomplishment.

And now, the photo. I know you’re probably tired of pictures from hikes in Missouri and elsewhere, but it’s become kind of a trademark thing for me — hike/pic, hike/pic. The world is unsettled enough nowadays without me changing my weblogging formula.

(Was this a traditional weblog posting? Seemed like a traditional weblog posting? Did I mention my cat? No? Well, darn.)

newsteps.jpg

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Burningbird Writing

Paths: The Book of Colors

Sometimes when I write, I’m trying to communicate – to start a conversation between you and me. Hopefully when I write these types of postings I build in ‘hooks’ that you, the reader, can respond to. Sometimes this works. Sometimes this doesn’t. Such is the life of a writer online.

Other times, though, I write something else. Something that is both more intimate and more personal. This writing might generate conversation, but that’s not the intent. This type of writing I do for me, though I enjoy sharing it with you, curious reader.

I started an online book for these writings, which I hesitate to call ‘postings’ because they’re stories, really. Stories, essays, journal entries, what have you. The book is called “Paths: The Book of Colors”, and it’s not really a book as you might know ‘book’; there is no true beginning, and no true end, other than those stories that describe beginnings and endings.

The book is really nothing more than simple stories about simple things, but it’s important to me.

Work on Paths is an ongoing effort, and currently contains some stories you’ve had a chance to read here at Burningbird. Well, ‘you’ is relative because some of these stories are older, and you may be newly come to this particularly neighborhood. Or you might have skipped these particular stories the day I published them. You might have been in a mood, and the story may not have met your mood. Or perhaps there were too many words and you were rushed. I hope you didn’t skip it because the writing wasn’t included within an RSS form.

Regardless, I hope you take a moment and glance through the book, even if it’s to tell me if you like the design.

I will be adding new stories from time to time until all the colors have been filled in and the book is complete. I’ll let you know when I add a new story. You’ll know when it’s complete.

The stories are unedited, though I have tried to spellcheck them. They’ll be full of flaws and fractures and broken and scratched grammar. But then, I’m writing about life, which can also be full of flaws and fractures, breaks and scratches. This is my gentle way of saying, yes, I am aware that the writing may be ‘bad’ and no, I’m not interested in editorial advice. I have worked on 14 technical books since 1996, all of which passed through a period of editorial advice – Paths is mine, good writing, bad writing, and all.

I hope you enjoy the book, and that you find the pages to be pretty. Most of all, I hope the stories included give you a moment’s peace in these difficult times. I know that writing them has helped me.

Paths: The Book of Colors

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Political

World threat?

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

This is my last posting on Iraq. I cannot effect change with this weblog. The only change I can effect is on the street and in the ballot, though with the complacent smugness and arrogance of the American people, I doubt I will ever be able to effect change. As for elections, I have little faith in the electoral process after the election of Bush.

I don’t know how to make a difference in this country now.

I watched the bombing of Iraq today. Worse, I listened to the bombing of Iraq today. I watched the so-called journalists mouth the words given to them by the US government, spending all their time focusing on the flag and the yellow ribbons back home. They’re so sold on Bush and the invasion that I feel I have walked into my worst science fiction scenario – group think and group speak from journalists more concerned about their ratings then the story.

(Hmmm. Sounds like some webloggers I know.)

As for the UN, and the Secretary General of the UN, Annan – I agree with the Iraqi ambassador to the UN today, Annan should resign. Rather than condemn the United States, Annan basically says, well the past is past, let’s move on. If he is afraid of the US, he should quit, and go home. It would seem that the only ones with any guts left are Russia, France, Germany, and those others that have not been bought out or scared into compliance by the US and Britain.

Today’s best Irony: The US tells Turkey not to invade into North Iraq. They do so anyway. Who is the US to say to one country or another that they can or cannot invade? We’re the ultimate thief in the night.

The two worst scenarios for the US in this battle with Iraq is that the war is too hard, or the war is too easy. Too hard, and you risk too many civilian deaths, as well as deaths of US and British soldiers. This will anger the world and the folks back home. However, too easy a victory, and the US has basically proven that Iraq is not a threat, and never had the capability of being an imminent danger to the US or any of its allies.

Regardless of whatever we call this battle, this “Iraqi Freedom” campaign, we justified our invasion on Iraqi’s non-compliance with exposing weapons of mass destruction. If the only ones that surface are the pathetically useless missles that have been fired, no matter how light the casualities the world will be angered at the “American bully”. If not, and thousands of civilians are killed, the world will still be angered. And we’ll be sitting in control of a country right in the middle of a community that will see us as an aggressor only biding time until we invade their countries, too.

We’ve seen American reports from the battlefield, but the rest of the world hears reports such as this from the Sydney Morning Herald. Reports of dropping napalm on an Iraqi observation post, and “bodies everywhere” – especially since the US has been careful not to give an Iraqi soldier body count – are only going to fuel the anger against us.

Yet, rather than work with the international community to diffuse this anger, we continue making enormous blunders.

The US expelled Iraq diplomats yesterday, giving them an ultimatum: defect or face the consequences when we enter Baghdad. The US also demanded yesterday that other countries expel Iraqi diplomats, so that, according to the Boucher from the State Department:

Once an interim new government takes over in Baghdad, it will name diplomats who “truly represent the interests of the Iraqi people, rather than represent a corrupt and ruthless regime”.

We have no justification based in international law to make these demands, and to make these determinations for another country. It was highly inappropriate of us to ask that Iraqi diplomats be expelled from other countries, particularly those not involved in this military operation. It is especially inappropriate to make these assertions now, on behalf of the ‘interim’ government, when we know that this government will be controlled by the US military.

In addition, we have no justification to make demands for all Iraqi assets, supposedly to be held in trust by us for the Iraqi people. According to this article:

(Treasury Secretary) Snow said his department could “take countermeasures and sanctions against any institution that does not comply with these international objectives, including cutting off access to the U.S. financial system.”

All of this courtesy of that abysmal Patriot Act our Congress was so foolish to pass. All assetts are to be wired to the Federal Reserve in New York for safekeeping. A question then arises – why not have the money wired to a trust fund managed by the UN, rather than a US bank? What happened to Tony Blair’s promised UN Trust Fund?

Today’s second irony: all of this so-called ‘blood money’ that we’re so eager to freeze was money paid to Iraq and Saddam Hussein for oil by American and British oil companies. By companies such as BP and Chevron.

These actions only add to the growing distrust of this country and its motives. When one considers that the only companies being allowed to bid on the so-called rebuilding of Iraq are American firms, including our old friend Halliburton, what is the story we’re telling the world? Well whatever it is, it’s a story that the American people seem to be incapable of hearing.

You cannot speak out in this country, now. If you do, you’re considered unpatriotic, and a traitor. Worse, and this is insidious, if you speak out, you’re letting down the soldiers. And to make this point, the news focused tonight on the families of the dead soldiers, playing their recorded words against a backdrop of the bombing of Baghdad.

A survey taken in St. Louis reported that 22% of the respondents feel we have no right to question the war now. 56% said it’s okay to question the war, but only 23% believes it’s okay to protest the war.

Well, with all due respect St. Louis, to hell with you. Don’t you all have an arch to polish or something?

Today the President’s outrageous and fiscally irresponsible tax cut was passed in Congress. This during a war, and this with the worst projected deficit in US history. Do you know why Congress passed it, other than having no courage? Because they have been assured that the Iraqi assets will be used to pay for this war and the aftermath. Does this sound familiar? Think back: when was the last time you heard of a powerful country invading a less powerful one, and then taking their assets to pay for the invasion?

France came out today and said that the US and Britain should not be allowed to help re-build Iraq, since we’re the one responsible for much of its destruction. If we didn’t have intentions of profiting from this war, we would bow out, and gladly. But after the last few days, I no longer have any faith in the government. We are true thiefs in the night.

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Political

The normalcy

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

I wasn’t surprised to hear about the bombing of Baghdad, or even that the first strike was light, and specific. With the whole world watching, waiting to condemn, the US was not going to go in and drop 2000 missiles all at once on Baghdad. In prime time news hour no less. Besides, what did one former general say last night on TV? Something along the lines of, “We can’t use all our missiles in this conflict. We have to save some for the next war.”

What did surprise me was the live video shots of Baghdad just after day break. The city had just been bombed, the people awoken by the sounds of anti-aircraft guns, the war has started – but here was a street with cars on it, street lights changing green to red, and the cars were obeying the lights. They were using their signals and signaling turns. It was all so normal. The picture looked like it could be a live shot of St. Louis.

A reporter with a US Army unit that will be one of the first to enter Iraq reported on the activity of the soldiers just after news came of the start of the war. He was struck by the normalcy of the camp: one man was using a truck mirror to shave, another was doing pushups, others chatting quietly, heading into breakfast. There was no visible indication that the war had started among those who would be the first to fight it on the ground.

It’s interesting reading the weblogs this morning. Many have written that they won’t write about the war in their weblogs. Others won’t even mention it and carry on as if the war hasn’t happened. Some of the warbloggers I gather went out and bought new coffee pots so they could weblog the body count all night long.

For the first time last night, on NBC news, the word ‘weblog’ was used, when they interviewed the creator of MovedOn and the author of Smart Mobs about the difference the online community has made on the anti-war movement. We’re in the big time now, boys and girls. Time to clean up your act, and put away the cat pictures. The world is watching, waiting for us to Make a Difference.

The war has started. Everything is different now.

Still, there’s that picture in my mind of the Iraqi driver, stopping at the stop light, using his turn signal, checking carefully before taking a free right. At that moment, I really liked the people of Baghdad. Still do.

DD asks in my comments as he asks before, demands to know really: is there any circumstances in which I would support a war. I have answered, but not in a way that DD understands, apparently. I have a feeling I’m going to continue to frustrate him, because I’m going to continue to give the same answer, and in the same manner.

The war has started, but life goes on.