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Sunday, April 24, 2016

Nothing Compares 2 U: A Tribute to Prince


I was never a huge Prince fan.

By that I mean, I don't have Prince posters on my walls. I don't own all his albums. I never even once saw him in concert.

But having said all that, how can anyone not be a Prince fan? I've enjoyed every song I've ever heard by him. I would like to take time to listen to more, and now that we've lost him, I think I'll take that time to sample some of the immortality he left behind.

Like many of you, Prince has also affected my love life, though unusually, he affected mine in a mildly humorous way. When I was in high school, I dated a girl who wore a barrette in her hair. My dad used to tease me about it by calling her "Little Red Barrette." Or was it "Raspberry Barrette?" Maybe it was both.

Ironically, it was a song written by Prince, but not performed by him, that had the most effect on me: Sinead O'Connor's 1990 hit "Nothing Compares 2 U." It was my favorite song at a time when I had had few favorite songs. I remember, in those days before you could call up YouTube and listen to any song at any time, that I would listen to the radio in hopes that they would play that tune.

It is and always will be one of my favorite songs of all time.

Only a few years ago, the longest romantic relationship of my life came to an end. A few days later, I was driving home from work and "Nothing Compares 2 U" came on the radio. That song that had connected with me for so long, connected with me as it never had before. I felt the emotion in every word "like a bird without a song."

When I got home, I sent a link of the song's video to the woman I loved, and it led to us reuniting, if only for a while. In that way, Prince helped give me one of the last tender moments with someone who may end up being the love of my life. He helped me, like he has helped many of us, love.

What an extraordinary gift.

So this is my gift back to Prince Rogers Nelson, an artist without compare. This is my own rendition of the song that meant so much to me. It always will.

https://youtu.be/R8WC9xzcH5I

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Paranoia is the Dark Side of Imagination


This is a song I originally wrote and composed around January 2015. "Paranoia is the Dark Side of Imagination."

It is, if you think about it. Literally.

Essentially, the song's title is meant to illustrate a Taoist principle. "What is a good man but a bad man's teacher, what is a bad man but a good man's job?" We think of paranoia as a "bad" thing, and yet it is a natural consequence of a vivid imagination, which is considered "good."

It's neither good nor bad, but I'm glad for my paranoia.

https://youtu.be/jhkG6tKLzUA

Here are the lyrics:

everywhere I go/everybody wants to know answers/tell me what are you scared of?/hey, have you thought I may be afraid of your questions

each time that you close the lid/you just leave me cut up in sections/make me a part of your collection/dissect me like some pinned down, dying butterfly

please don't go/please don't stay/please don't go/just let me go away/cause I'm color'd by my paranoia/I am sinking, thinking all these thoughts/I'm caught in: my fault, my bad, I'm mad, it's sad, but I'm glad for my paranoia

this is just/this is just/this is just the dark side

and there's light/everywhere/imagination shades me/saves me from the dark/saves me from my broken heart/savors darkness and its arts/parts to play let's light the spark/that's just D composing/you come close/save me/in my dreams you are never far from the stars, far from the brightest, fall from the brightest, you fall from the brightest of the stars/I will climb, sliding down/staring up, I hit bottom/bottom's up, I'm up for nothin'/somethin's down, the sum of sufferin'/don't want to suffer for nothin'/so in fear I am engulfed and drown

I don't want to win/I don't want to grin/I don't want a cent/listen to these people so in hurries for a dime/too much on their minds/the only thing they'll never make again is time

tell me give a try/tell me get around/tell me get a life/I'll tell what I've found/every time I try/this is what I get/I get paranoia/and if I should cry/don't mean I'm upset/fears are sublime/tears are just wet/if you read minds/you know mine says/"this is paranoia"

everywhere I look/I'm always jumping at shadows/nothing's what I'm really
scared of/hey, maybe I'm just afriad of all my future sorrows

and when the subject's sad/I always joke and kid/deflection/everything's cracked in
reflection/feeling's my philosophy/I wonder why: why birds fly/and I wonder why they sing/do I?/and the sun rises/I wonder if it sets because it gets tired of shining all the time?

please don't go/please don't stay/please don't go/just let me go away/cause I'm collar'd by my paranoia/I am sinking, thinking all these thoughts/I'm caught in: my fault, my bad, I'm mad, it's sad, but I'm glad for my paranoia

Saturday, April 2, 2016

My Home Invasion


Let me tell you a bit about my home.

It looks very much like a tornado ran through a Dr. Pepper factory, then a Marlboro plant and afterward both places were plundered by looters who thought the place looked too tidy.

I am a slob. And it shows.

Soda cans and empty boxes, of cigarettes and otherwise, litter my floor. Dirty laundry accumulates in piles which have their own weather patterns at the peaks. Cobwebs dangle from every corner of every room though even the spiders seem too horrified to touch the floor.

It’s a wreck, my home, but I must like it that way. Some folks have considered my messes to be like living art and have taken photos of them for display. I’ve been accused of being a hoarder, though it’s really more about laziness than any fascination with collecting junk.

A few weeks ago, my mom, who owns the house where I live in Irwinville, decided she wanted to change insurance coverage. Unfortunately, this required the new insurance provider to need to come to my home and take photos of the inside.

This spurred my mom to require me to clean my home, which is only slightly less difficult than rebuilding a country after a war. She told me to do this during a particularly stressful period of time for me, due to health and internet problems, and I seriously started wondering if I would have a nervous breakdown.

I procrastinated and procrastinated, and just when the deadline was nearing for me to have my home clean, she told me she was just going to stick with the old coverage, which may cost a bit more, but I pay the insurance on the house anyway, and I was glad to pay it rather than have to undergo the rest of the ordeal of cleaning. Also, there was a bit of unease at having someone come through my house uninvited, like it was an invasion of privacy.

Well, I thought I was off the hook for having someone invade that privacy, but... fate seemed to have other plans in store for me.

I got home from work last Tuesday and set about playing video games and adding to the collection of cans on the floor. This lasted for hours, but after all that Dr. Pepper, a bladder has to give at some point. So at about 9 p.m. I pried myself from the floor and headed to the bathroom. However, before I got there, I noticed something out of place, which is difficult to do in the third-world environment of my home.

Outside my bathroom is the hallway leading to my laundry room, where there is a backdoor to my home. In the middle of one of the piles of laundry was the entire frame of my backdoor window.

“What the %@&*?!” I said aloud.

Then I noticed the door was open and ajar, the wind whipping through the curtain. Someone, it seemed, had broken into my home.

Apprehension crept through me like vines, and I backed away from the door, worried the intruder was still in my home. I backtracked through the house, keeping a vigilant eye toward every dark corner and picked up my phone to call 911, but I had slovenly left the phone off its charger and it was dead. I would need to walk to my mom’s to call.

Because I’m too fat to comfortably sit in the floor playing video games in blue jeans, I was in my boxer shorts at the time, so I needed to dress. Worried a burglar would pounce on me at any moment, I grabbed a knife to defend myself, though it was the kind of small, just-for-show knife that was more likely to cause skin irritation than an adequate defense. So, holding my knife aimed toward the back of the house, I pulled on a pair of pajama pants, backward I later learned, and some shoes and headed outside. Unfortunately, I had never gotten to chance to use the bathroom, which had, especially combined with my fear, become a rather urgent problem, so I fulfilled my biological prerogative outside as my forefathers did, trying to appear like I was about to enter my car. As the burglar could have been lingering outside, I still carried my knife, though I was careful not to circumcise myself.

Afterward, I walked down the road to my mom’s, hiding my knife from the passing cars so I didn’t look like a homicidal maniac on the loose. Then, when I knocked on the door to my mom’s and my stepdad answered, he turned on the light to look out the window of the door. Seeing the knife, I’m surprised he opened the door. I imagine he thought, “Dusty’s finally lost it.”

He returned with me to my home, as I wanted him to help me inspect the house for intruders and make sure there was no other possible explanation than burglary. He surmised that someone had stood on my back step and kicked the window in, which seemed hardly feasible to me, because if so, the burglar would have been either Spider-Man or the Karate Kid, considering the thin steps up to my backdoor. After my stepdad returned to his house to call 911, or so I thought, I installed a light bulb in my laundry room and discovered that the burglar had thrown a concrete half-sphere, something used to attach reflectors on the side of the road, through the window. So superheroes were eliminated as suspects.

Shortly later, my mom arrived because, though she called 911, they required my exact street address, which she didn’t know, in order to respond to my house. I thought I was lucky I was not being murdered at the time.

With the correct address, she called on her cell phone, and we waited for a deputy to arrive. Meanwhile, she called one of my neighbors, who as it turns out, spotted someone lurking outside my backdoor suspiciously at about 4 p.m. that afternoon, some 5 hours before I discovered the break-in. I guess the knife was not needed after all.

Deputy Bob Billotte arrived and asked, as I led him through the house, if anything was missing. I jokingly remarked, “How could I tell?” while showing him the unnatural disaster which is my home. But in truth, nothing was missing. There were probably $30 worth of dollar bills laying about my floor, all of which have since been picked up for all you prospective thieves, and none of my few valuables were taken.

However, I was a bit disappointed the burglar didn’t take the broken down television which one day I will have to remove myself. The burglar could have done me a huge favor by cleaning up a little!

Instead, maybe he was scared away by the mess. I honestly don’t know what could have caused him to not steal anything after brazenly breaking into a home on a busy highway out in the open in broad daylight.

Maybe he decided he’d find more value for less trouble digging through a real garbage dump.

Originally published in The Ocilla Star on Dec. 7, 2011. I later learned that the burglar stole a tray full of change which also included my class ring, my back-up pair of glasses and other items. He was later revealed to be one of my best friends, who pleaded guilty as a first offender. After some time, we're friends again today. Turn the cheek, y'all.

America is Sick, Part III: Tribal Mentality


(This is a continuation of an essay examining the many ills of American society, as I see them, and hopefully some solutions to them as well).

What I have done so far is to attempt to write persuasively, to attempt to sway people to see the light, at least, the light as I see it.

To attempt to persuade people, I try to appeal to their sense of reason and their empathy for other people. The problem with that tactic is that the people I want to reach often lack reason or empathy for other people.

The lack of reason, or rationality, has already been discussed when talking about cognitive dissonance (see Part I of "America is Sick"). Why people lack compassion is complicated. Like with cognitive dissonance, it's often about values: Some value their personal freedom over the well being of others, for instance. And because people seem to be psychologically inclined to believe they are "good" or on the right side, few people consciously admit or even realize they lack compassion.

And truthfully, few people are wholly good or evil, if any are. The person who gave a nice donation to the local soup kitchen might also think they are the victim of theft if they pay taxes that help feed poor children. The person who lobbies for universal healthcare might walk to the other side of the street to avoid a coughing homeless person.

In both those examples, a logical argument can be made for the "evil" that was done. In the first, someone might believe in helping people but they don't want to be coerced to do it. In the second, the person might want to help the homeless person, but he or she isn't willing to risk getting sick to do it. All of us have some point at which our selflessness ends and our selfishness begins.

But the lack of compassion and empathy in America today is disturbing, and I've put a lot of thought into understanding it. I won't claim to have a full grasp of the whole picture though. Still, it doesn't take a highly analytical mind to notice that the more people have in common the more compassionate toward each other they tend to be, and with some people, this tendency toward compassion for the similar is more pronounced.

I call it a tribal mentality. Human beings have been around for about 100,000 years at least. Only in the last few thousand years have we had civilization. When people lived in tribes and small villages or camps with no nations or broad societies, tribal mentality made perfect sense.

Tribal mentality kept us suspicious of people in other tribes, people who looked different, who dressed differently, who had different religions and customs. This suspicion made sense because each different tribe was a potential threat. Whereas shared religion and customs created loyalty to each other and kinship and ultimately a better chance of prosperity, suspicion of those who were different was a necessary evil for the sake of survival.

But in a modern day, melting pot culture such as the United States of America, tribal mentality does not make obvious sense and instead harms our society in many ways. Suspicion of those who are different than us causes us to hate and fear our neighbors. In a mixed culture, tribal mentality destroys loyalty to each other, ruins kinship and ultimately, it sabotages our chances for prosperity.

Unfortunately, because we are a melting pot, people encounter different people than them all the time. These many clashes of culture activate those old tribal feelings, the us-versus-them attitudes. In the end, and somewhat ironically, America, with the most diverse society in the world, is also the most divided, tribalistic modern society in the world as well.

Because while I call it tribal mentality, most people call it conservatism.
(If you consider yourself a conservative and you find yourself right now searching your mind for ways to argue against my assertions about tribal mentality, know that you are suffering from cognitive dissonance and it may be standing in your way of learning something. Push aside those thoughts and ask yourself instead if you agreed with me before I revealed that I was talking about conservatism. Even if not, fight against your urge to refute me and instead continue reading, please. Then, afterward, don't react. Think.)

Of course, this tribal mentality, conservatism, is not meritless. Even today, we still face threats, and frankly, if I was in a fight, I'd love to have a bunch of conservatives on my side. Conservatives are often loyal friends, reliable, hard working, brave in many ways, and pragmatic.

But most tribalistic, conservative beliefs are, unfortunately, instinctual and emotional. They are often not based on facts or a logical examination of a situation but instead on pre-existing beliefs and emotional attachments. Worse yet, because humans are wired to believe we are rational, even when we're not, cognitive dissonance drives tribalistic people to rationalize their beliefs or ignore facts that refute their beliefs. Sometimes entirely new "facts" are created in elaborate schemes to support their beliefs.

Creationism is an example. Some conservative Christians believe that the Theory of Evolution is a threat to their pre-existing beliefs. Even though, objectively, a god could have used evolution to create humanity, that is not what creationists argue. They instead argue that almost 200 years of scientific study and the beliefs of the overwhelming majority of scientists in the world are somehow fraudulent. The science didn't suit the creationists' beliefs, so they created their own version of "science."

Another example is the American College of Pediatricians. The College was founded as a protest when the American Academy of Pediatrics decided to support adoption by gay couples. The American College of Pediatricians, which sounds like a reputable source, was founded to inject its "values" into science, while ignoring the science. Whether adoption by a gay couple harms or helps children should be decided by science, not political philosophy or religion. And now with organizations like this and the creationist groups, pointless confusion about what is real and what is actual science is sewn.

And here is an example of conservatives ignoring facts because they did not suit their previous beliefs that you can try out yourself. I recently learned that the idea of "going to heaven when you die" isn't really in the Bible. I've done some research and asked around, and apparently that's true. There are references to heaven and some similar ideas, but the belief that people's spirits go to heaven when they die sprang from old Catholic teachings, not the Bible. In fact, the Bible contradicts the idea that spirits go to heaven by saying people will stay in their graves until the judgment day.

"For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever." - Thessalonians 4:16-17

Of course, not surprisingly, you will find Bible scholars who rationalize that verse, such as one I read which said "the spirit goes to heaven, but the body rises when Christ returns." I guess that is literally a zombie Apocalypse.

Anyway, to a person who values rationality and things making sense, it seems clear that the Bible at least contradicts the idea that people go to heaven when they die, and it would seem, in a rational world, that those who claim to base their beliefs on the Bible would change their views when they learned one of their religious beliefs was not in the Bible. But go ahead and tell people that "going to heaven when you die" isn't in the Bible and let me know how many conservatives you convince.
Of course, all of us experience cognitive dissonance, and probably all of us rationalize irrational beliefs at some point or other. Many conservatives just take it to an absurd degree because too often, their pre-existing beliefs are based on what their parents taught them, religion and other traditions. And traditions, while comfortable and accepted, are not often based on rationality and even when they are, they are often based on a situation that no longer exists.

It's like a dog that waits by the front doorstep for its owner every afternoon after work, but even after the owner dies, the dog keeps waiting by the doorstep.
And even though the average middle schooler knows more about the world than many of the authors of our ancient texts, people continue to believe everything written in their particular favorite book is true. And this staunch belief not only stands in the way of compassion, in some ways it perverts what compassion is there.

For instance, those who use the Bible's opposition to homosexuality to endorse conversion therapy, which is when people try to "pray the gay away" and force homosexuals to not be gay, even though the science tells us that doesn't work. In their minds, proponents of conversion therapy think they are saving young people from gayness. Instead, the rest of us realize they are doing great harm to young people already dealing with a psychologically difficult situation.

And sure, there are Bible verses that oppose homosexuality, but people have used the Bible to justify their wrong and hateful beliefs for centuries. The Southern Baptist Convention was formed due to a dispute with its northern brothers over slavery, which the Bible is at least permissive of. When the Ten Commandments say "Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's manservant or maidservant" it's not talking about butlers and French maids. In Ephesians 6:5, Jesus apparently commands slaves to obey their masters. In the 1800s Southern land owners routinely used the Bible to justify slavery.

Morality has evolved as society has evolved. We now know that slavery is evil. We now value women as equals instead of property. We are coming to realize that two people loving each other and harming no one should be accepted in our society, but we're facing opposition from the forces of tradition and tribal instinct. Eventually, beating children with belts and paddles will be recognized as child abuse in our society, but I guarantee you, the major obstacle to that realization will be people waving the Bible and saying "spare the rod, spoil the child."

And even though this seems like I am picking on conservatives and Christians, that isn't my intention. There are great people who are conservatives. Most of my friends are Christians, and many of them are great people. Religion can bring people happiness and fulfillment and greatly benefits the world in many ways.
But conservatism, and to a large extent its connection with religion, stand as a barrier to compassion and rationality, and it keeps us constantly divided between those lobbying for progressive values of compassion and reason against those standing by traditional and religious values. To some extent this is good, because it keeps us from progressing too fast, and that is a fact we liberals should not dismiss out of hand, especially when we stand on the precipice of descending into a state that is more similar to the brutal, tribal past than the shining, Utopian future of which we all dreamed.

And why are we so close to degenerating as a society? Because there is profit to be made in deepening our natural divisions and sharpening those edges where our conflicts meet.

To be continued.