Wednesday, January 02, 2008

A New Start?

New Year's resolutions...

Funny thing about them. Most times, they fail miserably. Empty promises to ourselves to be better, in one capacity or another.

Stop littering. Stop smoking. A few hours a week in the gym. Be more charitable. Live life more fully.

World peace. End hunger.

The state of our global "home". The human condition. Even my own little piece of it. It's hard to take serious that anyone is able to make things better.

I've resolved not to make any. Not anymore.

I've become a skeptic. Cynical to anything changing for the better. Maybe I'm just too tired to keep fighting. Too wrapped in the murkiness of my own Fog.


It's hard to explain why I've become so cynical without telling my entire story. We don't have enough time to spend on it. Each answer would just raise more questions.

I want so bad to believe in the potential of people. To believe in myself. How can I do that, though? How?

I've been learning more about a man I admired. John Lennon, as skeptical as he was, held an unwavering faith in truth, in the potential of people, in the American Dream, in peace and love.

Let's just put it out there:

I'm a deeply flawed person. I'm prone to excesses. I've made the worst mistakes that you could make. I have enough regrets to arm a nation with.

I'm lonely. I don't know how to talk to anyone, out of fear of disappointment. I long for relief from the pain and anguish I've inflicted on myself.

I'm in the middle of my Lost Weekend. Look it up, and dig to find. The source is right in front of you, if you read closely.

More later, I guess... I've got to go.

"Keep looking for the truth, and when you find it, tell me where it is."

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Caleb James

... It's a Wed night. I'm waiting to hear from my folks. A little tax advice maximize that refund is on topic. Dinner comes & goes uneventfully. We sit, the cozy little family that we are, & enjoy the opportunity to be together without distraction.

The phone rings... it's Mom. She sounds distraught, upset even. Not the tone you'd expect before getting tax advice. "I just wanted to call & let you know that your sister lost the baby", she says. "What?!" is my only possible reply. Ellaboration isn't very effective when something like this is only an hour in the making. Emotion are flying, tears & cries, & screams abound. Thoughts come & go; they seem as intangible as the stars littering the nighttime sky. I can't react yet. I don't know how. I don't know...

Skip ahead to Saturday. I wake up Saturday to April's voice telling me that she just got off the phone with Mom. My sister had to deliver him. It was a boy. They named him Caleb. Caleb James.

That's my nephew.

No birthday; he didn't get to have a date of birth. Didn't have a first day at home, or a flirst touch of Mommy's hand. Didn't get to squeeze his little fingers around Daddy's. He didn't get to look on with curiosity at his big brother's uncontained excitement about having a baby brother.

He was deprived of alot of things; all the firsts that babies get that we take for granted. But he was loved. as much as any tiny person could be loved.

I hesitate to say "I'm sorry" to Ashlee & Jake. They've probably heard that more than anyone lately, & they'll probably hear it a great deal more in the coming weeks. My thoughts are with them. I have complete confidence in their love & faith to get them through this. They've got a great strength that's only stronger when they're together.If I had to put anything on anyone overcoming this type of thing, it's them.

I'll save my own realized fears for a later time. For now, I just want them to be, well, just be. Be sad, be angry, be blessed, & be happy. He'll see you again, & he'll know you.

Good night Caleb... from Uncle John.

Caleb James Coval
- 2007

Monday, December 04, 2006

A Fire in the Attic

We went to Babies R Us on Sat & did some more Christmas shopping for John. I got him an abacus. Not what you think. It's this awesome little learning one that is entertainment for him as a noise-making "thingy" as much as it is a counting device. He had a ball in there, & April did too.

Rumsfeld? Gone. Bolton? Ditto. Who's next in President Bush's posse, er, um I mean "administration", will be the next to go? The house is open for wages.

I got into this discussion with the lady at the shop I frequent last week about the Foley scandal. Naturally, this woman is a tried & true, blind-to-reality Republican. I, of course, am red, white, & liberal. So this discussion came about casually when I asked her what she thought of the whole debacle. Apparently, she's of the opinion that a 16 yr old boy is a consenting adult (seriously?!), & that the whole scandal was "cooked up" by the left-wing propaganda machine, & that Foley was made to be a scape goat (her word was "martyr", but oh well...) because he was a republican. My patience wore increasingly thin throughout the exchange, but I reached the point of no return when she referred to the kid as a consenting adult, & called him a sicko (for... being.. homosexual, I guess?). I'm sorry, but wasn't it Foley who came after him? Didn't he come onto the kid? Failure to acknowledge that is either foolish, or deceiving. Maybe both.

Now, I don't mean to go off on a rant here, but it seems to me that issues like this keep pulling people farther away from unity than they should. I'm personally void of an official stance on same-sex marriages. It's touchy. You wouldn't think of a homosexual person any differently than your best childhood friend if you didn't know they were homosexual. But once it comes out, nearly everyone changes their attitude, even slightly. We become more p.c. about the way we talk, and suddenly become more aware & sensitive of their status as a minority. Why should they be lumped into a minority? Is there anything different in their appearance (except for those who live in Dupont Circle)? No! You wouldn't know someone was a homosexual until they came onto you. It's the fucking truth. So why should their rights be any different? Give me someone who doesn't think that "they" should have the same rights a "straights", & I'll prove to them that they're just as UN-American & dangerous as any radical with an RPG. The more I read back what I have written, the more inclined I am to say that same-sex marriages should be fine with us as Americans. We're a country founded on the principle of standing against oppression, & a freedom to be who you want to be. You know it, the right to life, liberty, & the pursuit of happiness. So when the hell did it become the American Way to quell the fires of Independence & freedom of humanity? I understand the other side of the coin; that God intended marriage to be between a man & woman. God is also one of forgiveness. Last I checked, he didn't list being homophobic in his prerequisites to get through the Pearly Gates. I doubt seriously that there's a sign on the walls outside Heaven that say "straights only". Where's the "Christian Love"? The tolerance, & understanding of fellowship with those who have been persecuted? Bring it back, please. Living an alternative lifestyle shouldn't be a sentence to a lifetime of isolation & displaced judgement. And fuck anyone who thinks otherwise.

Back to Foley, I have to say that I'm disappointed in his decisions. First, the man takes advantage (or attempts to) of young teenagers who are placed in the charge of our federal government for a life learning experience. Parents trusted this man to be respectful of them & their children. He betrayed that trust, just as he betrayed the trust of his constituents. He has made doubters of everyone in the faith of our government representatives. And then with his back to the wall, he cried wolf & claimed innocence on the matter, because he was a victim of molestation, which made him the way he is. I'm personally throwing the bullshit flag there.

When a person is voted into a public office, most notably a federal position of leadership, people have literally said "Hey, I like you. I trust you. Represent me, & make decisions for my future on my behalf. Make the changes I want to make my country better." Nowhere in the job description does it say "Please, oh please, make sexual advances & suggestions to my young teenage child, & make a mockery out of the history & people that made the United States the envy of the globe. Displace my trust in our system of government, & make me look like a damned fool for punching the hole next to your name on the ballot."

Should something scandalous come out against you, I think it would be the more honorable approach to be fucking stand up person & admit to it. Take some god damned responsibility for your actions & take the consequences for what you know you did. It's admirable in a world today where it's more acceptable to give an excuse. Excuses for everything. Just take responsibility. It's not like you can die from it.

Maybe I won't be understood. Maybe nobody will care about what I have to say. Maybe I don't make any sense. Is there any right in what I've said? Or is it all just the falling tree in the forest; if no one reads it, does it really matter, was it ever spoken? You decide. Decide for yourself. I'm tired.

Good night, & good luck...

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Call It What You Will

It's Sunday night. Long week, long weekend. And more of the same ahead.

The Democrats took over Congress last week. A lot of people are all hyped up over it. I'd like to include myself in that group, but I'm surprisingly calm and cautious about it. First of all, I don't think it was as much of a decision by the voters to consciously elect the Democratic candidates, I think it was a matter of consciously NOT voting for the GOP. Not to take anything away from the Dems. I'm just calling it like I see it. I think that a large part of the voting public is still leaning conservatively. That's why a lot of freshmen Reps & Sens are moderate-conservative Democrats. Regardless, the people spoke, & they asked for a change in the direction of our country's policies and actions thus the change in leadership. And I have to agree that it's well beyond time for politics to be about the people & what's best for your country, as oppose to the character assassination & personal attacks to get the upper hand in a game amongst thieves.

Arkansas owned Tennessee!!! That's "P-OWNED" with a "P"!!! And what to show for it: A jump of 6 spots in the AP poll, and the thick of the BCS. Look for me on New Year's Day; I'll be wearing my Hogs jacket and slippers in front of the t.v.!!!

I've finally started my "Things I want to do before I die" blog. It's linked with the rest of my links off to your right. It's still in progress, so keep checking.

Jet is comin' to town on the 3rd of Dec. I'm crossing my fingers to be there. Their new album is just great. It's not a masterpiece by any means, but it kicks ass!!! I bet they're a great live band; energetic and just... damned good!!!

Marvel Melee: Courtney Love on drugs vs Courtney Love drug-free. Explain.

Good night, and good luck...