Poverty Is Not an Accident

Poverty Is Not an Accident
Nelson Mandela

Saturday, March 01, 2008

"Bodies" at Coronado Mall protest


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I belong to a social group. SOMEBODY had the brilliant idea to see the "Bodies" exhibit. I posted some links & pasted in some stuff from some news stories in a message to her. I also posted it on the group's forum. All I got was crickets.

Then, the UNM Peace List sent this out. So I went back to that group's website, to post the following.

The event has disappeared from the group's calendar. I NEVER heard from anybody there about it.

I wanted to go protest on my own, but was afraid of cops.

I hope I can attend this. WHAT have we COME TO, that the unconsenting DEAD are ENTERTAINMENT for us?????

From the UNM Peace List:

Protest this grave human rights violation in Albuquerque!

The Bodies Human group is showing an exhibit of
plastination of real bodies at the Coronado Center at the
moment. This exhibit is an off-shoot of the better known
Bodies—The Exhibit. The organisers of these exhibits admit
they get the very human bodies that they incorporate into
their exhibits from China but they are not willing to
produce either death certificates or informed consent
forms from the “donors.” This fuels the suspicion that has
already spread internationally that these bodies are very
likely those of executed political and religious
dissidents that the Chinese authorities have sold for
profit to the organisers. If you want more background
information on this, visit http://absnews.go.com/2020, a
link to a 3-month long investigation by the 20/20 team of
journalists. (Scroll down to the bottom of the page to the
box “20/20 Extra” and click on the second video from the
left called “Exclusive: inside the Bodies Exhibit.”)
Further information about the exhibit is on the
http://nobodies4profit.org site. As of today, the organisers of
the Albuquerque exhibit have not responded to requests for
proper information on the bodies they are using.

If you are as outraged about this as we are, this is what
you can do:
• Inform yourself
• Send an email supporting the petition against this and
any other similar exhibits
Send an email to Amanda Lo at aelo@salud.unm.edu
Write “I protest The Bodies Human exhibit” in the subject
line
You can leave the message box blank or include any
questions about the protest or offers of help in this
action
• Watch out for an email early next week about details of
a demonstration in front of the exhibit planned for next
weekend
• Tell your friends
• Write letters to the editors of the Albuquerque
newspapers

Several UNM groups have already signed on to this protest,
amongst others AMSA (the medical student association), the
Peace Studies Department, and Amnesty International UNM.

Go well
Ilse Biel
Peace Studies

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

KUNMfm Podcast: "What's a Disability to Brenda's Girls? an Oral History"



Cris Williamson
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Free Podcast software download:http://juicereceiver.sourceforge.net/

You need to have the above, before you can download the podcast on KUNM's website:http://kunm.org/podcast/

Look under the Sunday specials section.

If the podcast software I suggested, above, doesn't work, try another. Remove the OLD one, before downloading a new one.

You can find podcast software here:http://www.google.com/search?sourceid=navclient&ie=UTF-8&rlz=1T4SUNA_enUS256US258&q=podcast+software

Thank you for your interest in the radio documentary, "What's a Disability to Brenda's Girls? an Oral History," produced by Rogi Riverstone.

Friday, February 15, 2008

"Sob" stories????

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Well, I made it through this transcription, but it was very painful for me.
I have to honestly voice my opinion, no matter the consequences.
First, I found scant evidence, in this episode, of a discussion about creating peace.
In fact, particularly with Lynn Twist, I experienced an actual assault, a declaration of war, against the most financially disinfranchised and exploited peoples of Earth.
I'm not talking about my own circumstances. I'm "low" income, in the wealthiest nation on Earth.
One of my internet friends, Ahmed, lives in Alexandria, Egypt. He's a computer specialist, as are most of the other members of his family. They're middle class, but could NEVER afford a microwave, nor do they see a need for one. He's astounded that I have one, that I found it in another "poor" neighbor's garbage, and that call myself "low income!" He can't afford to marry, as he can't afford to buy an apartment, the custom in Egypt, and a requirement before marriage.
I'm also much smarter than a lot of people, a lot wealthier than I. So, my resourcefulness has helped me to create a very comfortable standard of living, compared to my former neighbors, when I lived in the War Zone -- and even compared to my neighbors, now.
Barring severe illness, I could probably continue to muddle through my life, on less than $1,000/mo., as I've done for over 20 years now.
But I'm not living in real poverty.
I flashed on how utterly ludicrous Lynn Twist would look, conducting such a workshop, in most of the third world. They'd either laugh her out of the country, or beat her to death.
This was the same "Prosperity" doctrine that has always sold well to the affluent, and to the aspiring affluent, the latter of whom take on an artificial mantle of guilt for not being spiritually "good" enough to be wealthy. It works; it sells. And it kills people.
I will never forgive Shirley McClain for a portion of _Out on a Limb_ in which she basically states that the poor & suffering are CHOOSING this experience, based on her very faulty interpretation of Karma. Therefore, she implies, her "liberal" instincts to end suffering and fight for social justice were misguided. It's not her responsiblility to interfere with others' working out of their Karma. It works; It sells. And it kills people.
Blaming the victim is nothing new, is not peacemaking and is not enlightened. It works; it sells. And it kills people.
I WISH someone would interview Don Schrader. I KNOW everybody brands him as a "kook," but he's right. He lives as low-impact, sustainable and peaceful life as anybody I know.
Going to a health food store, buying "organic" fast food, wrapped in petrochemical packaging to be tossed in the landfill, is NOT sustainable living! And the poor cannot AFFORD that fancy stuff.
But Don lives poor, and very well, without causing much damage to his part of the planet.
The second guest, Kessel, is right on the edge of discovering something profound about human brain chemistry and human psychology. He ALMOST said we live in a culture of addiction, in which we constantly seek stimuli for our overloaded dopamine receptors, which have been so BADLY abused that they can't absorb dopamine anymore, at normal levels, and require ever higher levels, just to allow an individual to feel "normal."
He also ALMOST said something very profound about the need for nurture, for mothering. But he skipped right by that one.
What NOBODY said, and what is actually true, is that the addiction to acquisition is actually a search for love, for true wellbeing. THAT is the peacemaking aspect of the conversation about money. But NOBODY went there!
I have to wonder if that's because both of these people earn money, telling people how dysfunctional people are about money. Are their writings and workshops not just another device by which people seek higher dopamine levels by buying a product?
I'm sorry, but I found the conversations very incomplete, misguided, dangerous and, frankly, self-serving on the parts of the guests.
I feel they exemplified the problem, not a viable solution.
Please see citations, below, esp. DIRT COOKIES.
"Prosperity" doctirinehttp://livinginthehood.blogspot.com/2008/02/state-sponsored-prosperity-doctrine.html
"sob story:"Haitians trick empty bellies with dirt cookieshttp://www.boston.com/news/world/articles/2008/01/31/haitians_trick_empty_bellies_with_dirt_cookies/With food prices rising, Haiti's poorest can't afford even a daily plate of rice, and some take desperate measures to fill their bellies.
Charlene, 16 with a 1-month-old son, has come to rely on a traditional Haitian remedy for hunger pangs: cookies made of dried yellow dirt from the country's central plateau.
The mud has long been used by pregnant women and children here as an antacid and source of calcium. But in places like Cite Soleil, the oceanside slum where Charlene shares a two-room house with her baby, five siblings, and two unemployed parents, cookies made of dirt, salt, and vegetable shortening have become a regular meal.
"When my mother does not cook anything, I have to eat them three times a day," Charlene said. Her baby, named Woodson, lay still across her lap, looking even thinner than the slim 6 pounds, 3 ounces, he weighed at birth.
Though she likes their buttery, salty taste, Charlene said the cookies also give her stomach pains. "When I nurse, the baby sometimes seems colicky, too," she said.

Peace Talks transcript, 02/08

KRYDER: How much inner conflict does money make for people?

TWIST: I don’t think money does anything to people. I think people’s inner conflict around money is their own creation. Money’s the innocent victim. Money’s neutral. Money has no power, except the power we give it. We assign it its power, its value, its emotional and psychological power over us. We assign it so much emotional value, so much psychological power. We’ve even given it spiritual power over us. We have tremendous inner conflict over money. Pretty much everybody does. Even the wealthy have inner conflict over money.

KRYDER: What’s the solution?

TWIST: Our culture is confused and upset around money. We live in what’s now an intense tyranny of a consumer culture: a commercialized, monitized, consumer culture. Everyone alive today – not just in the United States, but it’s really intense in the United States – lives in a consumer culture that tells them they need to be something that they’re not.

KRYDER: How did we get from citizen to consumer?

TWIST: I don’t know. I wish I could answer that question; it’s a good one. I think part of what happened is that the political leadership of our nations, our churches and education gave way to corporate power. Commercialization has taken over ‘most every, basic institution on Earth. That commercialization, that monitization – thinking of everything in terms of how much money does it produce or how much money does it spend – has the lens about life become so narrow, that we can’t see outside of it anymore. We can’t see our own humanity.

KRYDER: I attended one of your workshops. You had us break into pairs. I was supposed to tell my partner my personal, financial “sob” story, while my partner looked at me with no verbal or nonverbal feedback. My story was that I should have saved more money for retirement by now. I ranted and raved. I was embarrassed and humiliated. My partner did nothing, like a stone statue. Something happened. I wouldn’t say my story is one hundred percent gone, but it’s mostly gone. How did that work? Explain to our listeners how they can let go of their “sob” story.

TWIST: Everyone has a “sob” story. Everyone thinks that theirs is real and true – that they’re the victim of this and that. That mindset, that understanding of ourselves as victim of some terrible divorce or horrible, harsh father or some awful business deal that didn’t go through – things we did that we shouldn’t have done, things we didn’t do that we should have done – that runs our relationship with money. We are all so caught in those “sob” stories. I call them “sob stories” to insult them. It doesn’t mean that the divorce the person had wasn’t enormously painful, that the settlement wasn’t unfair. But, if you live your life out of that upset, you’re never going to be satisfied. You’re never going to get over your baggage about money. If you realize that you’ve taken that incident – the divorce, the harsh father, the investment that fell through – and made it into a justification, a reason why you can’t get anywhere in your financial life. It starts to be something that makes you right, and everything else wrong. Then, you have no power. You can’t create a new future for yourself. I invite people to start labeling it a “sob story,” tell it to someone who won’t agree with or feel sorry for them -- who won’t not and moan, make you feel better, “poor you.” If you don’t give anybody agreement with their “sob” story, it starts to sound silly. It sounds like what it actually is, which is whining, moaning, complaining and not getting on with your own life. I recommend people look at where is their “sob” story located – the business deal, the dot com bomb, a divorce, an inheritance you’d hoped for that didn’t come, a harsh lesson from a parent – and just release it. Create a new future with money.

KRYDER: Lynn, you refer to Buckminster Fuller’s “Radical, Surprising Truth:” there is enough for everyone. You say “enough” is a context, not an amount. Can you explain that?

TWIST: We’re so enamored with content, which means, “how much?” We’re obsessed with amounts and measurements. What really shifts things in life and changes the game is not the content of life, but the frame – or context – from which we perceive life. That’s where we all have an enormous amount of power. When I talk about the “context of sufficiency” or the “context of enough,” I want to remove people from trying to understand, “what is enough?” I don’t want to get caught with people in that conversation, but, rather, that there is a space and a place to live from where you start to experience the “enough ness” of life. The needs of you, of me, are met – sometimes in miraculous and exquisite ways. If we let go of trying to get more of what we don’t really need (which is what we’re all scrambling to get more of; the consumer culture forces you to think that way), it frees up tons of energy to turn and make a difference with what you already have. When you make a difference with what you have, it expands. That’s a context, or a principle, of sufficiency. What you appreciate, appreciates. Focus on what’s already there. Realize how your needs are being met in exquisite, beautiful and sometimes-surprising ways. Appreciate that. That leads you to a sense of prosperity and “enough ness” in life.

KRYDER: Our show is about making peace. But making peace is a two-way process. How can people make peace with money, if it can’t talk back to us?

KESSEL: I actually feel that it does talk back to us. It’s not so much that the money’s talking back to us; it’s our inner reactions to it that are talking back. I’ve seen people have a two-way relationship with money. They project a lot of feelings, almost personifying money: it’s evil, or it’s got bad or good intentions for them. Because it’s so closely tied to survival, it’s almost a supplanted mother. Whatever issues you have with your parents, you’re likely projecting those issues onto money.

KRYDER: In your book, you talk about how people become accustomed to a specific state of being with money. It reminded me of the “set point theory,” with weight control. They say it’s largely, genetically, predetermined how much we’re going to weigh. Is that true about money, that there’s a financial “set point?”

I don’t think it’s so much genetic, but I do think that the environmental influences we have, when we’re young, have a huge impact. That impact is largely unconscious. We’re not really aware of the formative moments when something happened to us that created trauma, pain or a decision that, “I’m never going to let that happen to me again. I’m going to behave this way with money in the future, so I don’t have to go through these feelings again.”

KRYDER: It is really complex. My mom had a lot of stuff about money. There were five kids in our family. We were only allowed to have four, Oreo cookies at a time. It was all about counting. Another thing she did – and people will be horrified to hear this, but bless her heart – she said she couldn’t afford to pay for Novocain when we had our fillings worked on. That’s what you’re talking about: those kinds of experiences really impact how we relate to money as adults?

KESSEL: Right. What’s interesting to me is almost genealogically looking back and seeing what caused your mom to have that relationship to money. What was it about having money? When had she not had money? Many people approach not having money with cutting costs. A lot of people, especially in today’s society, approach not having money with ignoring it: with, essentially, putting their heads in the sand and having credit cards, parents, family members or friends pick up the slack. Many people approach not having money with earning more. That’s really why I wrote about these financial personality types or, what I call, the eight, financial archetypes. People react very differently, given a certain situation in life, like not having enough money.

KRYDER: The archetypes are based on the “wanting mind,” it sounds like. Let’s talk about that. You tell a fascinating story about a dentist who doubled his portfolio from four million to eight million. When he saw the eight million on paper, what was his response?

KESSEL: Essentially, his response was, “where are we going from here?” When’s the eight going to become twelve? The response behind the response was, “it’s not enough.” “I thought I wanted to double my money, but now that I have, I’m left with the same feelings of discontent or mal-ease about my money or about my life, so, I guess, I must just need more of the same. That’s what the archetypes are, “more of the same. I think that this will do it for me.” “This” is more savings, as in the dentist’s case, or more spending, as in the case of the pleasure-seeker’s case, or taking more and better care of people that are suffering and need my help, which is what the caretaker would do.

KRYDER: Isn’t that just part of being human, that we have this “wanting mind?” Is it something we can really change?

KESSEL: I think the way we change it is by putting our awareness on it. It’s not that the thoughts stop. I’ve spent many hours, days and weeks in silent meditation. A lot of people think of meditation as emptying your mind of thoughts. I don’t think of it that way. I think of it as placing your awareness in a different place, a different perspective, so you see the thoughts and their unrelenting nature, how they keep rising and falling away. You see there’s no choice in what rises and falls away, really. The change is not to believe them. The change is not acting with money, based on those thoughts that tell you what to do. One of the things I do, with myself, clients and in the book is to ask yourself what the promise is. If the “wanting mind” is saying to you – like with this dentist, “Get from eight million to twelve million,” ask yourself to be very specific about what the inherent promise is. “Why? Will I be happy? Will I be relaxed? Will I not stay awake, late at night, fretting about money and expenses? Tell me exactly what that’s going to give me.” Generally, the “wanting mind” can’t; it doesn’t want to get that specific. But, if it can, then you’ve got an audit trail. You can see if it happens or not. By and large, it doesn’t, as it didn’t for the dentist.

KRYDER: You say the suffering ends – not when we get that thing – when the wanting stops.

KESSEL: That’s right. For some moment, keeping with the dentist, when he first got to eight million, there were a couple of days of peace, of relaxation, of not wanting. I’ve had other moments, in my own life I’ve eaten an incredible meal and I’m so taken with the sensory enjoyment of that meal, that I’m not wanting anything else. Or, I love snowboarding and I’m snowboarding on an incredible, powder day and I’m absolutely present, and there’s no wanting going on. Most entertainment, if you think about what we call a great movie, CD, is great because it keeps us from thinking about our own wants and desires. We’re completely enraptured in the entertainment. It’s that cessation of wanting that is the drug, if you will, that keeps hooking us back into wanting more. We think it’s the object, the four million, the snowboarding, the meal or the blouse that gave us the pleasure. It was the catalyst. It was really the absence of wanting anything that was the real source of our peace.

Saturday, February 09, 2008

Sweet Life

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Sweet Life
By Rogi Riverstone
02/09/08

Cultural illiteracy,
Boss man’s decree:
Bachelor’s degree,
Basic currency.
Got no job for me.
Think you’re getter than me?
Celebrity.
What are we celebrating?

"The warm, the richly coloured, the infinitely friendly world of soma-holiday. How kind, how good-looking, how delightfully amusing every one was! "

Soma and Somalia appear together in a Google search.

Since SOMA may cause drowsiness and/or dizziness in some patients, make sure you know how you respond to SOMA before engaging in potentially hazardous tasks, like driving an automobile or operating machinery.

Soma is manufactured by MedPointe,
Of the Monsanto Corporation.

"All the advantages of Christianity and alcohol; none of their defects."

Things go better with Coke.
Got hope?
Change in America.
Brother, can you spare a dime?
I put $1.00 in the Pepsi machine.
I was a quarter short!

"Swallowing half an hour before closing time, that second dose of soma had raised a quite impenetrable wall between the actual universe and their minds."

High fructose corn syrup (HFCS)
ADM, Supermarket of the World.
$1.00 ADM HFCS costs US taxpayers $10 in subsidies.

"You do look glum! What you need is a gramme of soma."

Brazilian sugarcane refined as ethanol
ADM, Supermarket of the World.
$1.00 ADM ethanol costs US taxpayers $30 in subsidies.

“Why you don't take soma when you have these dreadful ideas of yours. You'd forget all about them. And instead of feeling miserable, you'd be jolly. So jolly."

ADM: Sponsor of News Hour on PBS.

Let’s drive to the store for a soda!

Somalia exports: sugarcane, corn,
The largest refugee population in the world.

Since 1985, all ADM humanitarian food deliveries
To Somalia arrived at harvest time.
None arrived during critical hunger periods.
Consensus of the donor community:
ADM’s timing lowered farmers’ prices
To discourage domestic production.

"Too awful! That blood!" She shuddered. "Oh, I wish I had my soma."

Quick! Let’s get in the biodeisel and get a soy milk!

ADM processes Monsanto GMO soybeans
As soy oil in Franfort, Indiana.
Roundup Ready soybeans.
Roundup is a Monsanto product.

Frankfort, Indiana,
Hometown of William Aughe Ghere, botanist.
Learned botanical names
of local plant species
from his grandpa.
Will Geer. Grandpa Walton,
Sheriff in “Salt of the Earth,” about
Zinc Town, New Mexico.
Will Geer, blacklisted for giving a damn.
At his deathbed,
His family sang,
“This Land Is Your Land.”
His ashes were later scattered
In the Shakespeare Garden
Of his Theatricum Botanicum.

Years earlier,
I’d swung from the “Swashbuckling” rope,
Thick sailor’s hemp,
Knotted twenty feet up
A barrel-thick limb
Of the live oak
Which anchored that stage.
One muddy, December day,
Playing with my Goddaughters.
Virtually homeless, house sitting next door
To, of all people, Will Geer.
A wall of threatening mud
leaned over the tiny cabin as
I chopped firewood in downpours,
Gritted my teeth each time I drove
Over the hand-crafted, wooden bridge
That barely straddled the overflowing creek.

Two months after my father committed suicide,
My mother, psychotic, brandishing a knife,
Accusing me of killing him.
I lived in that mud for a month.
I swung frequently from that rope,
Screaming in sweet release.

This land is your land, Mr. Geer.

ADM invented the modern feedlots.
ADM corn,
Fortified with minerals, including zinc.
Stinking, fetid miles
Of sky and trampled ground,
Poisoned groundwater.
Cattle standing to knees in their own filth
Force-fed for the slaughter.

It’s no longer smarter to eat tofurkey than Big Macs.

"Soma may make you lose a few years in time," the doctor went on. "But think of the enormous, immeasurable durations it can give you out of time. Every soma-holiday is a bit of what our ancestors used to call eternity."

I print out this poem
I practice reading it
In my back yard.
My goat snags it from my hand
And eats it.
My illegal goats.

Albuquerque law used to say that,
As long as they had adequate
Shelter, fenced space, food and water,
Citizens could keep livestock
Within city limits.
Now, the law has been amended.
Citizens must provide 40,000 square feet
Of land, per animal.
My goats compost grass, paper, leaves, bamboo
For my garden.
My garden feeds my goats, me, my chickens.
I got the chickens for eggs.
I got the goats for milk.

But I’m not Archer Daniels Midland.
I’m not Monsanto.
I must acquire food,
Wrapped in petroleum plastics,
Laced with antibiotics
And high fructose corn syrup,
Shipped in planes, trucks, boats,
Powered by petrochemicals
And biodeisel.

"And if ever, by some unlucky chance, anything unpleasant should somehow happen, why, there's always soma to give you a holiday from the facts. And there's always soma to calm your anger, to reconcile you to your enemies, to make you patient and long-suffering. In the past you could only accomplish these things by making a great effort and after years of hard moral training. Now, you swallow two or three half-gramme tablets, and there you are. Anybody can be virtuous now. You can carry at least half your mortality about in a bottle. Christianity without tears-that's what soma is."

This Land Is Your Land.

local "Characters," "Gadflies," "Kooks," "Whack Jobs."

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The links I'm sending you are about people for whom I feel a genuine: respect, sympathy, appreciation, etc. I wish I had the commitment to go to EVERY city council meeting to make comments. I wish I had the nerve to actually live by my principles SO exactly as to piss off total strangers. I wish I stood in front of the UNM bookstore for the past, twenty years or so, protesting military spending and war, even when we're not currently IN an active war.

I wish I had the discipline to show up at the cable access station, week after week, and broadcast my points of view on political and social issues, whether or NOT anybody listened to me.

Geraldine and Don are two of my favorite people. I'm one of the ONLY people in Albuquerque who actually GREETS them, when we meet on the street! I compliment them, frequently, on their dedication. I believe they are heros.

People in the so-called "progressive" community here view both of them as embarrassments. I think this is actually because BOTH of them are ACTIVELY participating in REAL CHANGE -- NOT just talking about it! They're both dirt poor, because affluence is a sign of corruption. They both work VERY hard to get the word out about living a conscious life. And both actually live conscious lives.

They're not crazy, as the public seems to need to believe. If the public were to actually listen respectfully, they'd have to confront themselves on their complacency, CHOICE to be ignorant, selfishness, bad priorities. So, better to ridicule those who live ethical lives, than to live one.

Now, believe me: I do NOT agree with everything Geraldine and Don say. Far from it.

But I'm committed, to the very end, to the RIGHT of Don and Geraldine to speak, to attempt to influence culture in their direction, and to live by their principles.
You Say Whack Job; I Say Amato
http://frannyzoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-say-whack-job-i-say-amato.html
The Amato Mobile
http://archives.dukecityfix.com/index.php?itemid=194

Don Schrader Openly Expresses Life's Convictions
http://media.www.dailylobo.com/media/storage/paper344/news/2006/09/19/Culture/Don-Schrader.Openly.Expresses.Lifes.Convictions-2284808.shtml

Albuquerque personalities: Don Schrader reveals the inner layers of his life
http://www.abqtrib.com/news/2007/oct/12/don-schrader-reveals-inner-layers-his-life/

Thursday, February 07, 2008

state sponsored "prosperity doctrine?"

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The more I read, the sicker I feel. SOME QUOTES:

He points out that material success is necessary
because if you don't have it you'll be thinking about
it all the time. But it is just one ingredient in his
mantra for real success which includes the progressive
expansion of happiness, the ability to have love and
compassion, the capacity for innate joy and the
ability to spread it to others. It also includes a
sense of meaning and purpose in life, and the
progressive realization of worthy goals--and that
includes material acquisitions. If you make those the
criteria for success, then you'll be very successful
and you won't get hypertension and heart
attacks--these are modern epidemics of disease caused
by a very fragmented view of success.

Chopra observes, "There's only one kind of poverty and
that's spiritual poverty. If you have spiritual
poverty, then you'll be unsuccessful. You can be very
rich, but if all you think about is money then you are
very poor. Wealth and poverty are states of mind."
http://www.hinduismtoday.com/archives/2000/7-8/2000-7-09.shtml

Creating Affluence
Explore the full meaning of wealth consciousness and
follow a step-by-step plan for creating affluence and
fulfillment on all levels of your life.

• SynchroDestiny
Once you master the principles of SynchroDestiny,
you’ll be able to use your newfound power to manifest
abundance in every area of your life. Much like a
powerful magnet, you will begin to attract material
wealth, emotional well-being, spiritual fulfillment,
and a deep awareness of your life’s true meaning and
purpose.

• The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success
A Practical Guide to the Fulfillment of Your Dreams.
Deepak Chopra distills the essence of his teachings
into seven simple, yet powerful principles that can
easily be applied to create success in all areas of
your life.
http://www.allaboutprosperity.com/profiles/deepak-chopra.htm

John Hagee

"Poverty is a curse."(John Hagee, Praise-A-Thon,
Trinity Broadcasting Network (TBN), 4 Nov, 1992.
Christian Research Institute Article on John Hagee)

"Poverty is caused by sin and disobeying the Word of
God."(John Hagee, Praise-A-Thon, Trinity Broadcasting
Network (TBN), 16 April, 1993. Christian Research
Institute Article on John Hagee)

"Jesus was not poor...Jesus had a nice house! John
1:38 says that Jesus turned to those that were
following him and said, 'Come with me.' And they said,
'Where dwellest thou?' He said, 'Come and see.' And
Jesus took that whole crowd home with Him to stay in
His house. That meant it was a big house! Jesus wore
fine clothes! John 19:23 says, 'He had a seamless
robe.' Roman soldiers gambled for it at the foot of
the cross. It was a designer original! It was valuable
enough for them to want it!...And then there are
christians that have a poverty complex that says,
'Well, I feel guilty about having nice things.' Jesus
didn't!"(John Hagee, Praise-A-Thon, Trinity
Broadcasting Network (TBN), November 5, 2004)

Marilyn Hickey:

"What do you need? Start creating it. Start speaking
about it. Start speaking it into being. Speak to your
billfold. Say, "You big, thick billfold full of
money." Speak to your checkbook. Say, "You, checkbook,
you. You've never been so prosperous since I owned
you. You're just jammed full of money." (Marilyn
Hickey, "Claim Your Miracles" (Denver: Marilyn Hickey
Ministries, n.d., audiotape #186, side 2)

Benny Hinn:

"Poverty is from the devil and that God wants all
Christians prosperous." (Benny Hinn, TBN, 11/6/90)

"Say after me, all of you, everybody say it, 'The
wealth of the wicked is mine.' [The audience repeats.]
One more time, (The audience repeats) One more time.
(The audience repeats it again)" (Benny Hinn.
Praise-a-Thon, TBN, April 1990) (Its an old practice
that if you hear something said by your own voice long
enough you will believe it).

"The Lord giveth and NEVER taketh away. And just
because [Job] said, 'Blessed be the name of the Lord,'
don't mean that he's right. When he said, 'Blessed be
the name,' he was just being religious." (TBN, Nov.,
1990).

Juanita Bynum:

"You need to send a thousand dollars. If you can’t
send a thousand, send five hundred...if all you have
is a nickel, wrap it in tissue and put it in an
envelope. If all you have is your clothes, send
them." (TBN, Fall Praise-A-Thon, November 8, 2003)

"If all you have is $79.36, I double-dare you to empty
your bank account. Close your account." (TBN, Fall
Praise-A-Thon, November 8, 2003)

"If you want the power, you have to sow the seed."
(TBN, Fall Praise-A-Thon, November 8, 2003)

Bishop Neil Ellis

He will pastor a church “That has to be, has to be,
poverty free”. This “has to happen”. He added..
Because of the ‘anointing’, (His Emphasis).
“I am not supposed to be pastoring poor people”. (He
did add that God will send poor people to him but only
so they get a release from poverty).

Bishop Harold and Brenda Ray

Our goal is as simple as it is strategic: To create
wealth! And empower our people to steward that wealth
for the purposes of the kingdom, the strengthening of
their communities and for the economic well being of
their children's children! (Emphasis in red on their
official web site)

Fred Price

You can talk about me all you want while I'm driving
by in my Rolls Royce that's paid for, and I got the
pink slip on it. Talk all you want. Bad mouth all you
want. Don't hurt me in the least. Doesn't bother me.
It's a whole lot easier to be persecuted when I'm
riding in my car and I got the pink slip than it is
when I'm riding in a car and owe my soul to the
company store. Fred Price. (Ever Increasing Faith
program, TBN, March 29, 1992.)

“Yeah, God has pleasure in the prosperity. So he must
have displeasure in the poverty. So if he does, then
poverty couldn't be from God. Yeah, but Brother Price,
but God allows it. God lets it happen. You're right,
he does. He does, because you do. He can't do anything
about it” (Ever Increasing Faith 11/16/90).

http://www.inplainsite.org/html/the_prosperity_doctrine.html

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

State sponsored religion?

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Ok, I've kept my mouth shut about this too long.

Here are my questions:

When will we let Jim Bakker, Pat Roberston, an Islamist Imam (a la Taliban), high priest from the Church of Satan, etc. raise funds for KUNM?

Is not UNM funded by state taxes, as well as federal?

Is this not a state-endorsed religious event?

quote:
A state religion (also called an official religion, established church or state church) is a religious body or creed officially endorsed by the state.
end quote.
--http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/State_religion

Why aren't we holding a fundraiser at which an athiest, an agnostic, a SCIENTIST (who knows "Intelligent Design" is simply double speak for Creationism) will be speaking? I would think that, if the subject of quantuum physics is of interest to KUNM's listeners, the latter might be quite satisfying.

quote:
In August 2005, Chopra posted a series of articles on the blog The Huffington Post (to which he is a frequent contributor) in which he offers his solution to the creation-evolution controversy. In doing so he expressed support for Intelligent Design without the Bible, or the politics of religion. According to Chopra, Nature displays intelligence.[5]

In the article, Chopra states:

"To say that Nature displays intelligence doesn't make you a Christian fundamentalist. Einstein said as much, and a fascinating theory called the anthropic principle has been seriously considered by Stephen Hawking, among others."
"It’s time to rescue "intelligent design" from the politics of religion. There are too many riddles not yet answered by either biology or the Bible, and by asking them honestly, without foregone conclusions, science could take a huge leap forward."
Chopra also offers a series of questions about evolution he believes cannot be answered by science alone.[5] [6] Science writer Michael Shermer, founder of The Skeptics Society and long-time critic of Chopra, posted a response. [7]

Additionally, Chopra has strong beliefs that Jesus was thought of as having a higher knowledge than most, and that he may have studied Kabala.[8]
--http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deepak_Chopra

In my opinion, Chopra is another fast talking snake oil salesman: if you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bull chips.

And the LAST thing our mind-muddled citizens need in the downside of an eight-year neoTheocracy is more lazy thinking! I'm sure this will make them "feel good," but at expense of the intellect, reason, and exercise of the right to REAL education!


--- Richard Towne wrote:

> Hello,
>
> As you may know, the World Wellness Weekend is
> coming to Albuquerque on
> March 8 and 9. This event looks great (Deepak
> Chopra, Marianne Williamson
> and Michael Franti among many others. The event
> will be a partial benefit
> to KUNM. Details on the event are available at
> www.worldwellness.org
>
> A weekend pass to all events costs $75. There are
> less expensive options
> but you can also volunteer with the World Wellness
> folks and earn a full
> pass for the weekend. They are asking for an 8-10
> hour commitment. Their
> volunteer opportunities and a .pdf application form
> are available here:
> Feel free to share this with anyone you know who
> might want to volunteer and
> attend the weekend.
>
> http://www.worldwellness.org/Page.asp?NavID=2179
>
> ---
>
> KUNM will have an exhibitor booth for both days of
> the weekend so we can
> meet our listeners or introduce ourselves to people
> who have never listened
> to our great programming. Mary Oishi is looking for
> volunteers to take four
> hour shifts in exchange for a day-pass at the World
> Wellness weekend. Mary
> also has some other upcoming public events where we
> will have a table or
> booth to meet listeners. Please contact Mary and
> let her know you would
> like to help.
>
> Thanks,
>
> Richard
>
>
> --
> <><><><>
> Richard S. Towne
> KUNM General Manager
> (505) 277-8009
> 89.9 FM and kunm.org
>

Monday, February 04, 2008

Where to vote in New Mexico TOMORROW!

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Rogi --

Tomorrow is Caucus Day in New Mexico, and I'm writing to you with an important reminder to vote and to make sure that your family, friends, and neighbors get out and vote too.

Use our online tool to find your polling location:

http://my.barackobama.com/NMlookup

When Michelle and I talked about my running for president, one of the core goals we both had for this campaign was to leave the political process better off than we found it.

You have challenged conventional thinking and built a grassroots movement for change that is sweeping this country.

I have no doubt that the election tomorrow will be close. It's vitally important that you vote and ensure that others who want change in this country vote too.

Our work here will have a lasting impact in New Mexico for a long time to come.

I believe that this movement for change can do more than just win an election. Together, we can transform this country.

Find your polling location and vote tomorrow:

http://my.barackobama.com/NMlookup

Thank you for being part of this,

Barack

P.S. -- Here are a few details and rules that will help make the voting process run smoothly. Make sure to share these with your friends:

Your polling location for this caucus may not be the same location where you have voted in the past. Be sure to find your polling place by clicking any link in this email or by calling 1-866-675-2008.

The polls are open on Tuesday between 12:00 noon and 7:00 p.m. If you are in line or in the process of voting at 7:00 p.m., the polls must remain open until you have an opportunity to vote.

If you requested an Absentee Ballot, but did not submit that ballot, you may still cast a provisional ballot at any polling location in New Mexico.

If anyone challenges your right to vote, or if your name does not appear on the voter rolls, you have the right to vote by provisional ballot.

Friday, February 01, 2008

I just shook hands with the first Black US President!

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Man, how times have changed: a white woman and a Black man, front runner nominees! What's a girl to do?

Well, Hillary was on the board of Wal*Mart of 6 years and NEVER spoke up in favor of employee unionization.

AND she voted for the invasion.

The end.

So, I never go to political rallies. Well, rarely. When Sonia Johnson ran for Prez, I was there. When Mohammed Ali's counsin, whatshisname ran for congress on the Rainbow Party ticket, I was there -- but really only cuz Jesse Jackson was gonna speak.

So, Bill Clinton was in town yesterday, but I passed. Apparantly, Teddy Kennedy was at the Hispanic Cultural center, for some reason. I thought he was Irish.

ANYway, Obama was having a thing at the MUCH too tiny for the crowd that showed convention center. Lotsa peeps said it shoulda been at the PIT! Steep & scarey, but holds a crowd.

So, they say doors open at 11:30. I was there 11:15. CCccccolder than hell on the windy street. the line OUTSIDE was a block long, and thousands (but I didn't know that at the time) were snaking their way through several other convention rooms inside!

So, we get in and I'm thinkin: Where are the metal detectors? the bomb sniffing dogs? the cops and other security with weapons and wands? nothing.

Well, they herd us into the HUGE room, with a line of over a thousand people, snaking around.

No concessions stands are open, anywhere. Oh! To have had a pot of hot water, instant cocoa and styrofoam cups, outside! I coulda sold cheap, nestle's quick for $2.00/cup and NOBODY would have given me grief! I coulda paid off all my credit cards! I ain't kiddin: it was COLD!

THere's two, huge tv screens in the room, so I'm thinking: overflow.

It took about an hour to get through that room and come out almost exactly where we came in.

They were hawking obama buttons for FIVE BUCKS EACH!!! Remember when campaign buttons were FREE???? They WANTED you to have them????

ANYWAY, now, we gotta climb the stairs. That took about 20 minutes.

Upstairs, I see metal detectors in the opposite direction of where we're herded. OH NO! Another snake room!

But, in THIS one, they say, turn on your electronics (I guess so they'll know they're not BOMBS!) They say, get metal out of your pockets. Ladies, get purses ready for inspection. I read the website: no bags.

We get around to the other side of the room and I look where we'd just been: NO PEOPLE!

On the staircase, I could see out a window. The line had stretched all the way around the convention center. THOUSANDS more were waiting to get in!

So, I'm thinking: they're turned away. WHY did they hand out SO MANY tickets???? Just to get contact info, I'm thinking.

We're maybe 10 feet from the exit to that room, which is just across the hall from the metal detectors.

Volunteers say we have to go BACK DOWN to the overflow room!

HELL! Two hours, standing on cold concrete, with my gimpy leg!

So, I go back down, thinking, I'll just leave. I wanted to see the first Black president of the United States of American IN PERSON! I can ALWAYS see him on a SCREEN in my own home, in my jammies, thanks.

I hear screaming from the overflow room. I'd have thought he'd visit AFTER his scheduled speech. He's gotta be in there!

I walk in and HUNDREDS of people are standing on ricketty convention tables & chairs, cell phones held high, to snap a photo.

People behind me push me out of the way to go stand in the herd and scream.

I walked AROUND them, behind the screens, with only the press and some cops standing there.

I asked a young cop if I could just poke my head around a huge, concrete pillar; I just wanted to see him.

The kid said ok.

I must say, coming from a generation that still remembers the fire hoses, the dogs, the whites only signs, I felt tears in my eyes, seeing him.

He's pretty tall. And he's REALLY thin! His suit trousers hung as though empty. I don't think he even has a butt!

The crowd was dangerously excited and it scared me. NONE of these people had been through metal detectors, remember.

I saw secret service agents, jaws locked, eyes scanning the crowd. Some actually looked worried. I also saw plainclothed somebodys in the crowd, some with ear pieces.

It looked dangerous to me.

And here he comes.

I feel the crazed fans -- not voters, fans -- pushing into me. There's a steel barracade and a camera tripod in front of me; there's no place for me to go! They're pressing into me and reaching their hands over me, hitting my ears and neck!

A flock of security began to slowly pass me. When I could catch an individual's eye, I thanked him, for they were all men. I said, take care of him. And take care of yourselves, too. Be careful.

The barracade bruised my belly and lowest ribs.

The crowd behind me sounded like a tornado: wild and ruthless, unpredictable and destructive.

I was scared, but I couldn't move.

And here he is, standing in front of me, letting secret service pass him so he can exit.

He looks so tired. He looks so young. He looks so determined. He looks so determined.

The hands stretched around and in front of me flap like wounded birds.

I put mine out, just to see what will happen. There are so many hands, what are the odds he'll shake mine.

And there it is: a long, bony grasp, warm, firm but gentle. And he lingered there long enough to squeeze almost affectionately.

The crowd is hysterical, mindless. He knows this. His smile is professional, meaningless, expected.

He passes, moving with a bubble of very lethal and concerned security.

The pushing subsides as the crowd shifts like iron filings before a magnet.

Right at the door, I hear them murmer, "aw!" as Obama picks up a grubby, snotty baby, holds it shoulder high, shows all his teeth -- is that a smile, or is he planning to EAT it? while the crowd brandishes its cell phones.

I'm free now. I leave while they glut on some mindless celebrity worship.

I'm heading for the doors where I came in.

Camera people rush past. One guy hits me with his boom mic.

Why are they running out? Isn't he about to speak? Did a wino blow up in Civic Plaza, across the street?

Oh, no! Is that crazy fool going OUT THERE?

By the time I get outside, a flock of the turned away is cheering.

On the stage stands Obama, with a faulty bull horn that screetches madly. I yell, hold the speaker away from the MIC! He's got the speaker right under his arm; the mic is in his other hand, less than a foot from the speaker!

He finally gives up on the bull horn and gives it to someone.

I've never heard a throng get so quiet before.

He spoke a few generic platitudes about togetherness, medical care for all, economic security and ending the war.

Sounded nice, but HOW?

I walked back to the sidewalk, now swathed in police tape. That was fast!

APD looked worried. Secret Service looked overwhelmed.

I sat and watched the direction he'd have to go to get back inside the Convention Center and thought, please let him get back alive.

When I saw he had crossed the street and disappeared, I ignored the police tape and walked back to my truck, parked blocks away -- but for FREE!

I saw a business on the next block with a huge Obama sign out front.

They make hand-carved furniture. I walked in. The tile floor was slippery with a fine dusting of sawdust. The place was saturated with farnish smell.

I could hear the song on KUNM I'd been listening to in the truck.

One bedraggled, bearded hippy dude appeared from the work shop.

He told me Obama headquarters is on 10th & Lomas, about 6 blocks away.

So, the truck now has a 10'x4' Obama sign on the driver's side.

And I shook hands with the first Black President of the United States.

Then, I went to the feed store, and life went back to normal, mostly.

Except, lotsa people honked happily at my giant sign. One guy yelled, I ain't votin for no nigger, which is about the best endorsement FOR Obama I've heard yet.

Quite a day.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

What's "professional" got to do with it?

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You can't talk to people like they're pigs and not expect them to become angry, not in the REAL world.

You called me a cheat. You called me a liar. You called me lazy. You said I was making excuses. You called me a victim. You threw information you had about my past at me as personal attacks, out of context and misconstrued. This is the "professional behavior" you choose to model?

Stop maligning my character. I requested REASONABLE ACCOMMODATIONS for an ABLE BODIED/ MINDED employee, let alone someone who's disabled employee, and you're furious!

YOU are the one whose behavior is unprofessional.

I'm a part time employee. You spy on me and expect to have access to me 24/7, whenever you get a whim. I had NO WAY of knowing this was some sort of job requirement, yet the first time I'm out of contact over night, you go ballistic?

You call ME emotional, yet you let your paranoia take over and will NOT talk to me as a peer and a professional, but as some sort of charity case, loser, inferior, servant. You assume your warped perceptions of me are correct, react accordingly, never give the benefit of the doubt (because, of course, your insights are brilliant and always correct, and never need to be examined.)

It was YOUR idea to hire me, not mine. And you complain. It was YOUR idea to pay me in advance every month, not mine. And you complain. It was YOUR idea not to assign me a reasonable work load, but to overwhelm me with unreasonable demands and assign tasks in the middle of the month, not mine. And you complain. WHO is acting like a victim?

It was YOUR idea to demand multiple meetings from me, per day, without pay, at your whim, not mine. It was YOUR idea to IM me and telephone me without asking, "can you talk now?" And you complain. It way YOUR idea to ignore the fact that I have another life besides working for you. And you complain. I had to beg to go to the bathroom, as you droned on and on about a stalker who persecuted you 20 years ago, even though I've heard this story half a dozen times, and it has no relevance to my employment.

I'm too emotional? I was under PERSONAL attack by someone who was calling herself an employer and friend! Turns out, all you are is judge and jury, alright.

It's $250.00 per month, apparantly $3.00/hr., according to what you've said. NO amount of money can get me to bend over and be anybody's bitch. I'd earn more, working at McDonald's than for you, anyway, AND get treated with more respect -- AS REQUIRED BY LAW. Look down your nose at pitiful Donna, working at McDonald's. Right now, she looks smarter than you do.

I didn't resort to personal attacks during this entire, paranoid witch hunt you set up, to put me in my place, terrorize me with irrational, unprofessional and unpredictable attacks and set up an hostile work environment for me. I SINCERELY tried to understand what you wanted, and for THAT you attacked me, as well. I was patient and considerate, and really tried to listen to you. You never granted me the same respect.

But you've earned hearing what I think of you, personally.

At least I have honest emotions. Yours are gone, destroyed in a cloud of THC. If you're so much more evolved than I, why do you have to change your brain chemistry with a mind (BRAIN) altering drug? From what are you hiding?

God, the years I've paid long distance bills to listen to you repeat your long stories, lose your train of thought, sit silently without responding or finishing what you were saying, or repeating "uh....uh......uh" and talk about how smart you are!

EXAMPLE: You didn't want my feedback on this game of yours. You completely ignored anything I said about it, as usual, to rhapsodize about what a wonderful idea you've had -- again. I'm just supposed to sit here and listen to your brilliance, without interruption, conversation, ideas of my own or feedback.

Unless people chant, "D...tte, you're awesome!" you have no use for us mere mortals, unsteeped in marijuana fumes.

You pissed away HALF AN HOUR in that ridiculous, pointless "Chat meeting" of yours, while people talked about reality television and emails! You made ME do it, too! But I wasn't allowed to speak, because I'm "unprofessional!" Uh, huh.

You complain when an employee comes to you with a PROFESSIONAL, REASONABLE request to inform her of her JOB DUTIES, because it's taking up too much of your precious time??? What about MY time?

WHO doesn't value whose time? WHO is acting like a victim? WHO is cheating whom? WHO is lying and stealing from whom? WHO is making excuses? This is complete and utter projection; everything of which you've accused me is your issue, not mine.

If you were ANYBODY else, I'd sue you under ADA rules.

I think you're suffering from paranoid, grandiose dementia -- possibly from DECADES of chronic marijuana abuse. I think that, if you start treating other employees and contractors the way you've treated me, you're flushing your business down the toilet.

I have been a loyal and dedicated employee, friend, advocate of your business, at considerable personal expense. Yes, I've been through HELL in my personal life. That's not fodder for your tyranical tantrums.

How many times have you been raped? How many of your babies have died? How many times have you been homeless -- NOT by choice. How many beatings have you survived? Is your brain damaged from it? How many times have you had to wipe torn genitals with something other than soft toilet paper, because you couldn't afford to buy some, and were too afraid of your neighbors to ask to borrow money?

"Walk a mile in my shoes" doesn't mean that you require ME to walk in YOURS. I can't. I'm honest about that.

I'm quitting because I told you to back off calling me a victim, and to apologize for it. I received no reply from you. I refuse to be treated this way. If that's acting like a victim in your warped, tyrannical universe, so be it. For those of us in the REAL world, there's not enough money in the universe for anybody to buy my dignity.

Friday, January 11, 2008

My work

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The situation between us is very confusing to me. I'm very unclear on what my duties are.

When we talked initially, you'd said you wanted me to write tutorials on HTML. That changed to that pbb or whatever it's called, even though I really don't know that very well. But I began studying it, so I'd be ready when you needed me. In the chat meeting yesterday, you said your "html geek" had bailed on you. I didn't say anything in the meeting, but I sure didn't understand that one.

Then, you wanted me to write an Advent calendar, even though Advent had already begun. We'd already decided I'd be working for you, back in midNovember. That would have been a good time for me to have started working on Advent, to get several days ahead. Right in the middle of me writing for Advent, you wanted me to write a tutorial on something; I forget what, but I wrote it.

At the end of December, you said you wanted me to write on literature, beginning in January. So, on my own, I began researching online novels and libraries, criticism, etc. But in January, you said you now want me to write frugal living articles.

I must bring up another point. Back in late November, you mentioned you want me to work 20 hrs. per week. That's $3.12 per hour. I assumed it was a slip of the tongue, but I know I easily put in 20 hrs. on the Advent pieces, and you would have liked to have me write 25 days' worth. I believe I wrote close to 10 articles last month, definately more than 5.

Yesterday, I waited all day for you to assign me something. As agreed, I contacted you by IM in the morning. You told me to reconnect after 12:30. When I did, you said I was early and said I should contact you after 3pm. When I did, you wanted me to go through an elaborate set up procedure for a chat to which I already had access by another means. You told me to attend the chat, but to only observe, not speak. When I did that, you private messaged me because I wasn't talking. When I explained why, you said, "You know what I mean." No, I didn't. I sat here, observing this meeting, for over an hour. The first half hour was small talk and chat, not business, as far as I could see.

Yes, I played Civilization during the first chat. It was slow and boring, sitting here, waiting for someone to type something. So I played a game at the same time. And I mentioned that in the meeting. I had no idea I'd violated anything. Others spoke of what was going on in their lives; I was just doing the same. I played Civilization during chat last night, too.

I'm trying very hard to be available to work for you. The many meetings yesterday ate up my whole day. I couldn't edit; I need hours of uninterrupted time to do audio work. I couldn't take a nap. I couldn't work in the yard or wash dishes. Finally, my dog pooped on my bedroom floor, because she's used to being walked around 6:30, but I couldn't leave the computer. Nothing in that meeting pertained to me, as near as I can tell, and I'm not sure why I was there.

The last thing you IMed me was that you would be telephoning me on your skype thing this morning. I was here all morning, until 10:30. I have no phone messages, emails, IMs or anything else from you. I got back around 12:30; your IM thing was off. I did chores and waited around.

You know I can work. You know I'm smart, resourceful and honest. In one of our IM sessions yesterday, you said I need to earn my keep, by taking some of the burden off you (I'm paraphrasing; I don't remember exactly what you'd said, but you put a "$" in one of the words. I felt like you believe I'm not trying to work, but was afraid to say anything.

I need you to sit down with Bxxxx, or someone, and write out a detailed list of my monthly tasks, estimate the hours it might take, and email them to me, so I can refer back to what my duties are.

I'm trying so hard to get out of this victimized living and financial situation I'm in. It's very stressful and I never know, from day to day, what kind of shit is going to hit the fan next.

I need my work life to be dependable, respectful, efficient, calm and supportive.

If I've pissed you off by writing this, I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do about that. I have to be honest. If you want your $500 back, I'll just have to make payments.

But I can't keep doing this.

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

to B

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My girlfriend bought a huge, Ryder moving van. It's got a 15 foot box on the back. We slept in it in the dead of winter, on a cross-country trip along the Santa Fe Trail, all the way to Kansas City and back. She was producing a video about the Santa Fe trail, based on a radio production we'd done for the station. It was quite a trip! Thing is, that old truck gets 10mpg, even on the highway, not fully loaded. So, I'll be saving my nickels & dimes to drive down there. About how many miles is it, so I can start planning?

My girlfriend & I are splitting up in the summer. She lost her mind and punched me in the head. I said, that's it. As soon as I can afford to get you out of here, you're moving out. She's planning to move in July. The end.

My lease will be up right around then, too. This place is overpriced, for one thing. For another thing, the landlady is loco. I mean she's really nuts. I think she's high most of the time, and writes emails while drunk. It's a duplex. The neighbors in front LITERALLY spy on us, complain about us constantly, and block my access to the driveway and the passageway to the back yard. Since I have 2 goats, it's rather inconvenient to be hauling feed and goats through the KITCHEN! LOL.

So, I hope not to be living here for another year.

And I've been thinking. My income, beyond my $700.00 disability crumbs, is all based on internet, pretty much.

I work for Laura, the lady who published the dumpster piece and most of the other stuff you found on the web page with that. She pays me $250/month to write for her website.

With some MINOR modifications, I could do telephone interviews for radio from my home computer. I can always drive in to the station, too, like I did with you guys. That's an extra $650, after taxes, every 3 months.
Basically, my monthly income is about $1250.00 now, plus or minus.

I hate Albuquerque. It's a town full of butt sniffing gossips. It has a long tradition of persecuting anybody perceived as "different." Basically, the hillbillies in rurual Kentucky treated me better than I'm treated here.

Anybody supposedly "liberal" and "progressive" belongs to an elitest clicque of smart assed academics, who look down on anybody who doesn't know their jargon, lives working class, smokes, doesn't talk politically correct speech, etc. Hence, my constant marginalization at KUNM (which is why I do most of my work from home, by the way; the less they see me, the less they can look down on me.)

So, I've been thinking, as you've probably figured out by now, it might not be stupid to pull up stakes and leave. But where?

Well, you're working on an old motel, which is one of my persistant visions. You've got 2 girls and a bunch of critters that need tending. Nobody down there will think I'm crazy for having goats as pets, 'though I'm pretty sure they'll find a lot of OTHER stuff to think I'm crazy about.

You see where I'm going with this?

That's why I'd like to come down. I want to see if we could cohabitate and work together on some of these projects, without killing each other.

I will never be a Christian, the way you think of it. Well, I'm probably more YOUR kind of Christian than what I usually see. I won't pretend about my personal background; I'm not a conventional heterosexual. I'm also not a child molester. I'm also not a slut. I'm also not a bit interested in any romantic or sexual adventures at this point of my life. But I won't lie or pretend I'm something I'm not.

So, I wanted to come down there to see if I could squeeze in to that mayhem you're running, as it seems a far sight more like what I'm about than other options I've seen in quite some time.

That's as honest as I know how to be.

If you're willing to discuss it, let's talk.

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

I think our landlady is chemically dependent

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Either that, or she's just crazy.

Email to her:

My name is not Rachel; it is Rogi.

I took care of the sewage, not Rachel, so you can thank me.

Rachel already told you what we flush down the toilet, so I don't understand why you are mentioning that again, unless you believe WE have something to do with this plumbing problem of yours.

The sewage lines are FREEZING because somebody keeps removing the caps.

As I've already told you, OUR sewage lines are fine since I flushed out the bath tub with hot water.

This morning, however, I did find the cap removed from our sewage line again.

I assume Chris and Sasha are incapable of finding their sewage cap and putting it back on.

I will check our sewage line occasionally, to make sure the cap hasn't been removed again. I will NOT be responsible for Chris and Sasha's.

I'm also concerned that the WATER lines might begin freezing, as Chris and Sasha have no kithen door window now, and "replaced" the glass they broke with a too-small piece of cardboard. It's well below freezing at night, with winds. Pipes could freeze.

Since I received no acknowledgment from you of my email regarding the subject, I must assume that, like Sasha's assault on me, you think I'm lying, exaggerating or that I "created" this. Therefore, I took pictures today of the broken glass in their trash and the back door with the cardboard on it. I'm keeping these to prove myself, if that becomes necessary.

some issues

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I let my dog out this morning, before 6am. As it's Christmas morning and very cold, I decided I didn't want to walk her with leash across the street. I decided I could let her relieve herself in the yard, with the gate closed, so she can't get hurt.

Sasha told me she pushes the east side gate as hard as she can toward the juniper, so they can park their car on the lawn in front of their unit more easily. The ground was frozen and I had a great deal of difficulty, moving the gate.

Sasha also told me, and the police, that she slams the west side gate into the fence, so the gate latch will hook into the chain link of the fence. She does this so she won't have to be bothered with opening the gate all the way, if the wind blows it (which I've never seen happen.) By doing this, she has bent the fence wires to accomodate the gate latch.

After struggling with the east side gate, I had to pull on the west side gate. It wouldn't move. I then noticed a dark, very stiff wire, holding the gate to the fence. I got a tool and cut the wire, so I could close the gate to let my dog out. My pulling, though, has bent some of the fence and gate wire. I will straighten them at daylight. I can't see well enough in the dark, which is why I didn't see the restraining wire. Nobody told me it was there, either.

Having the use of the fenced yard on occasion (I don't use it often, nor for very long) and having access to the back yard are two, main reasons why I wanted to live here.

While my dog was out, I noticed her sniffing something on the ground by the east side of the building. One of the sewage caps to this property is completely missing; it's not lying on the ground somewhere. It's just gone. I don't think it goes to our apartment; I think ours is to the east and theirs is to the west. It's the latter that is missing.

When OUR sewage cap was missing is when our plumbing backed up, which I cured by running hot water into the tub.

If there's an issue with Chris and Sasha's plumbing, I suggest they check to see if they've thrown out that sewage cap.

If it's in their trash, they'll have to be careful, looking for it. Their trash is full of glass, from the window that got shattered Dec. 23, when Chris and his male guest had a horrible fight, banging into walls, screaming, breaking glass and scaring their daughter so bad she came out into the yard, alone in the cold, crying hysterically. They brought the fight into the street, screaming to disturb the entire block. Someone finally called the police.

They're damaging your property. They have NO consideration for the rights of other tenants, guests or neighbors on the street. I think they believe they're still living alone, on a farm in the country, where no neighbors affect their lives.

flush this

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The sewage discharge cap to our unit was unscreweed and laying on the ground outside the east side gate, so I screwed it back on. Our sewage pipes were frozen, as a result. Sewage was backing up in our toilet and bathtub. I ran hot water into the bath tub, and we've never had a plumbing problem, since. I noticed Roto Rooter came a few days later, apparantly for Chris &Sasha's place. I don't know about any other plumbing visits.

Kyoko, the neighbor to the east, has some Chinese elm saplings, growing near the sewage lines at this property. Tim, her neighbor and assistant, is planning to dig those out. Chinese elms are notorious for digging their roots into plumbing and clogging it.

We have no plumbing problems.

Monday, December 24, 2007

I should not hear sirens on xmas eve

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I'm not allowed to smoke in the house. For the first time in 21 years, I bought a bottle of Johnie Walker red tonight. I also, for the first time in three years (I only buy them on special occasions, IF I remember), I bought a pack of Benson & Hedges cigarettes....$5 a pack!!!

I was sitting on my front porch, smoking one of the B&H, drinking Johnie Walker red, soda and a twist (of orange peel; we didn't have lemons, and it's xmas eve, and no stores are open, but orange peel tastes good in scotch.)

Suddenly, a cop car zoomed by on our lazy, quiet street. And I thought, damn.

So, I came in the house and called 311.

Gary answered, African American, young, by the sound of him.

And I said,

Hi, Gary.

And I told him I'm not alllowed to smoke in my house and I was on the front porch when the cop car went by. And it made me think.

I said, I have some real issues with Albuqueruqe PD and FD.

But I wanted to wish them, and the 311 operators in the boiler room, happy holidays. And thank you.

I know they'd rather be home with their families right now.

But they're out here, trying to protect us.

And I have REAL issues with some of them.

So, Gary asked me my name (I only gave Rogi) and my phone #, which I gave him.

Cops, especially, are poisoned. Some come that way: they're cops cuz the get to carry a gun (penis substitute) and scare and intimidate people. Some came to it by noble reasons: they love their communities and want to protect them. Some came because their parents came, and they're carrying on family traditon. Some came because their options are limited: they have military backgrounds or grew up in neighborhoods where the only "good guys" were also cops or FD.

Cops and see crap I don't want to see: vomit, needles in dead arms, beaten hookers, drunk people of color, violated properties. I HAVE seen it, as a poor person. But it is a goal of my life NEVER to have to witness the nightmares of poverty and ignorance again.

Cops and FD choose to live in a world which almost killed me.

Aside from ego, mother issues, penis envy and machimso, I'd have to say a good portion of those people choose to live among the filth because they SINCERELY believe they make a difference and protect the innocent.

I'm not wise enough to know whether that's true or not.

All I know is that SOME of them TRY.

So I called 311 and spoke with Gary.

If we all stop terrorizing our own children, behaving like crazy people while under the influence of mind-altering chemicals, beating those we say we love, and liberating property from people we think can't manage it better than we can, cops and FD could be home tonight, snuggling with the people they love, living the biblical injunction of Peace on Earth.

Even as I was thinking that, outside on my porch, I heard sirens scream by, blocks from my house, hours from what's supposed to be the most sacred event in history: the birth of a Savior to humankind.

Yes, I've dealt with both cops and fire personnel who were dyed in the wool bastards and fascists. I won't sugar coat that. I don't know: do they have mysogynistic tendancies, father issues, poor toilet training, delusions of grandeur, sadistic fantasies? I don't know and I don't care. I only know I have to be careful, in their presence.

But a lot of young kids are patroling our streets tonight -- and the streets of Afganistan and Iraq -- who SINCERELY believe they're doing the right thing.

Whether I agree or not, I respect their commitment and concern.

Thank you, people, for trying to protect me and my goats, my cats, my goldfish, my chickens and ducks, my obstinate roommmate, my webtv, my computer, my collections of odd, handmade crap.

Thank you for letting me sleep in my warm house tonight, knowing you'll come if I really need you.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

just another slum lord

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Date:
Wed, 12 Dec 2007 13:36:36 -0700
From:
kirish
To:
"Rogi Riverstone"
Subject:
Re: Sasha intentionally drove her car at me yesterday

Rogi,
I have told Chris and Sasha nothing about you personally.

I am afraid Rogi that you have created this toxic situation. Things
were fine
before you moved in. Perhaps you can use as much energy to try to make
amends to
both myself and to your neighbors.

Katherine

Quoting Rogi Riverstone

Frequently, when Chris & Sasha are gone for the day, I
> let my dog out in the front yard to run. Since she's
> blind, she doesn't get to run very often, even though
> she's a herding dog, and needs the exercise. I close
> the front gate, so she won't run into the street. I
> let her out back, too, but not unless I'm there to
> watch, as the goats pester her and butt her.
>
> Chris knows I do this, and says it's fine with him.
> One day, he came home early, when the gates were
> closed. I opened them for him and apologized for the
> inconvenience. He said it was "no problem," and even
> offered that I could reclose them, if I wanted, as he
> had no plans to go out again that day. I declined. I
> don't leave my dog out when others are home, just to
> be safe.
>
> Yesterday, after Sasha -- the last one to leave --
> drove away, I closed the gates to let my dog run.
> She's usually out there for less than an hour. I
> always clean up any poop.
>
> Yesterday, Sasha came back in just a few minutes; she
> has never done this before. I was standing right
> there, and started calling my dog back to the house.
> But the dog heard Sasha yelling and cursing at me, and
> went to the sound.
>
> I went to the gate to fetch the dog. Sasha opened one
> side; I opened the other. Sasha was screaming at the
> top of her lungs, obscenities and crazy accusations.
> She was inconvenienced for about ten seconds.
>
> Most of her accusations were based things you must
> have told Chris and / or Sasha about Rachel's and my
> personal lives.
>
> 1) We had to move here because we couldn't get along
> with our neighbors. Not true.
>
> 2) The only reason I don't want people blocking our
> driveway is because I have no friends, and I am
> jealous that Chris and Sasha do. Not true.
>
> 3) I don't work; I sit around, collecting welfare. Not
> true.
>
> 4) You are afraid to come to the property because, "in
> ten years, she's never had tenants like you." That's a
> direct paraphrase of something you said to us in
> email.
>
> 5) We are making repairs to the property without
> contacting you. Not true.
>
> 6) We're not allowed to park in the driveway, ever.
> Not true.
>
> 7) We have NO RIGHT to access the common area on the
> east side of the house, and there's no need to move
> the trash barrel that blocks the gate there. Not true.
> It's a common area and, by New Mexico State law, it
> must not be obstructed. I've had to ask permission
> from the NEIGHBOR to the east to go through THEIR yard
> to bring things in and take things out of our
> backyard.
>
> 8) I can bring things like goats and bales of straw
> through our apartment. Not true. It's messy, dangerous
> and potentially distructive.
>
> 9) I deliberately hit their car, because I want to use
> the WHOLE driveway. Not true.
>
> 10) I refuse to pay for repairs to their car. Not
> true. They never got estimates. They never contacted
> their insurance company, if they even have one.
>
> 11) I left a "nasty note" on Sasha's mother's in law
> window when she blocked our part of the driveway. Not
> true. The note read: "You are blocking our driveway.
> Visitors must park on the street."
>
> 12) The mother in law is "afraid" to come here now,
> because I was rude. Not true. I found the note, wadded
> into a ball, thrown into our flowerbed. She's afraid
> I'll be angry that she did that, and feels guilty.
>
> 13) I'm outside, screaming at them, at least once a
> week. Not true. I raised my voice ONCE, when we were
> still moving in, and the Aztek was blocking both our
> front yard AND our parking space. I have APOLOGIZED
> for that, and was told, by both Chris and Sasha, that
> it was forgiven and forgotten.
>
> 14) Chris and Sasha only stare at us to make sure we
> don't hit their cars again. Not true. Chris has been
> staring, eavesdropping, and coming into our back yard
> since before we moved in. I have a gate in the back
> now. But he will BLATANTLY stare, even when we're just
> having a conversation with someone on the porch, and
> NO cars are involved
>
> Most of the accusations leveled at me, at full volume,
> and with much cursing, are based on things you MUST
> have told Chris and / or Sasha. Please refrain from
> gossiping about us to our neighbors. What you know
> about us is none of their business and is poor
> property management to divulge.
>
> Yesterday, I was standing in the driveway, when the
> first accusations were hurled, holding my dog by the
> collar. I demanded to know where Sasha was getting
> this misinformation. She refused to answer, so I asked
> again. Sasha entered her vehicle, put it in gear, and
> DROVE AT ME! She did not ask me to move; she just
> drove the car into me and my dog.
>
> You have created a very toxic situation here. Your
> need to gossip and play "divide and conguer" with the
> tenants at your rental units has created a living hell
> for ALL of us.
>
> I tried to set up a mediation with you with the City
> of Albuquerque's Legal Dept., and you never replied to
> their letter.
>
> This mess is your responsibility.
>
> These people are immature, impulsive, selfish,
> invasive, disrespectful and dangerous.
>
> Fix it.
>
> I have read this email to my roommate and she approves of
> my sending it.

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Tuesday, December 11, 2007

I found his mother's email address

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Dear Mrs. Kalyan,

I want to thank you for your work as a mother. Your son is doing an excellent thing, with his role in "Aliens in America."

While there is some criticism, some legitimate, of his role, his accent, the writing and even his wardrobe, his character is a breath of fresh air on our commercial television scene.

My friend and I watch the show, every week. In almost every episode, we find ourselves saying, "Who IS this kid? Look at the intelligence, shining from his eyes!" So, I finally looked him up on the internet today. Then, I looked YOU up!

To read the criticism, and my response to it, please read: http://livinginthehood.blogspot.com/2007/12/aliens-in-america.html

I also want to thank you for your diligent work in the South African Parliament.

I wish your family a healthy future.

May South Africa shine as a beacon of tolerance, reconcilliation, intelligence and diversity in a wounded world.

Your son is a happy part of my life.

"Aliens in America"

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I was looking up info on the kid who plays Raja on AiA. I can't find much, darn it. I was hoping to find HIS website, but mostly I'm finding commercial crap.

But I came across an interesting page of criticism of the show: UltraBrown http://www.ultrabrown.com/posts/stereotyping-for-fun-and-profit#comment-6388

After reading it thoroughly, including the comments, I felt compelled to add my worthless opinion, too. Here it is:

Ok, look, I'm an old, white, American lady. I grew up in Los Angeles, among just about every race on the planet. And I loved it. And I miss it.

The ridiculous xenophobia, racism, fundamentalism I've seen in the past, 7 years makes me sick. I find it so silly, pointless and wasteful.

I ALMOST didn't watch the first episode of AiA, because I thought SURE it would be Amos & Andy.

Now, I can't fine tune accents, apparal, facial hair, etc.

WHAT'S FUNNY, TO ME is how the writers TOTALLY bust middle American ignorance. "Apu, where's my slushy?" is NOT funny because it's a racist stereotype of brown people. It's FUNNY because MANY complacent Americans, who actually BELIEVE commercial media, have NO OTHER EXPOSURE to brown people!

We can't be BOTHERED to learn about people against whom we've declared war, even! Correction: illegally invaded. The military recruits in schools like the one portrayed in AiA. And kids from schools like that go on to become CIA, FBI, etc. We sent our soldiers to Afganistan with an outdated and ignorant how-to-interface-with-the-locals handbook. We didn't SPEAK THE LANGUAGES of Afganistan, Iraq, etc.!

Yeah, the kid's over-the-top, a bit. But he's portrayed as sincere, enthusiastic, GENUINELY respectful & loving, and quite nerdy. He's not stupid, angry, suspicious, arrogant. In other words, he's a regular kid, a bit on the nice side, thrown in with a school full of potential predators. AND HE DISARMS THEM! For me, this show is rather a relief.

I was BEATEN, after 9/11, by a bunch of teens on a city bus. Why? It was a rainy day. I was wearing long sleeves, floor-length skirt and a scarf, tightly wound around my hair and neck. They thought I was a terrorist.

Can we afford to damn this show right now? CAN WE WRITE, PRODUCE, DIRECT, & PORTRAY SOMETHING BETTER? I think THAT's a reasonable solution!