Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Happy New Year!



It's New Year's Day. It was Ben Franklin who said, "Be always at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let each new year find you a better (wo)man." (Ben forgot the "wo.")

What'd you do this year that you wish you hadn't? What did you intend to do but didn't? Is making a resolution going to make anything any different this year? Maybe, maybe not. What most people don't acknowledge is that they already know full well what they need to do to lose weight, quit smoking, have better relationships, help other people more....and it changes in a moment. We decide who we are and what actions we take, from one minute to the next. You don't need a new year to tell yourself you're going to change, although I suppose if it weren't for New Year's most people would never stop to take stock. It's all about the choices you make from one minute to the next, which is all any of us have anyway, despite our projections.

On a lighter note (I hear you cheering), did anyone catch TV's oddest New Year's pairing on CNN last night? It was clear that Anderson Cooper had no idea what to do with Kathy Griffin as they gave live color commentary at Times Square. Kathy was having none of Anderson's Serious Journalist posturing -- I mean, really, how could he not know that Jamie Lynn Spears is Britney's younger sister? Et cetera, et cetera. Poor Anderson. Although I too was surprised that she is booked for three nights at Madison Square Garden, he maybe could have contained his astonishment. "Three nights? I had no idea you could fill such a big venue!" (Gee whiz, Andy, didn't your mom send you to etiquette class?) This must have been subtle payback for her earlier query: "Anderson, tell me, who in the Bush Administration would you most like to waterboard?"

And so it goes.....the clash of the titans of Serious Journalism and Trash Pop Culture -- very symbolic of our times, and a perfect snapshot of our world as the calendar rolls onward.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

On Being a Conduit for Kindness

My cousin Tim in Seattle sent me this; it was just too good to read and delete. Perhaps it will inspire you to do something unexpected, unnecessary and unprovoked, holiday season or no.

Anonymous acts of kindness catch on
By Jack Broom
Seattle Times staff reporter

Before Bob Haslam had a chance to thank her, she was gone. In the drive-up lane at a Starbucks in Lynnwood, Washington, Haslam reached out for his usual -- a nonfat raspberry latte with two Splendas stirred in. But the barista wouldn't take his money.

"She leaned way out and said, 'You're not going to believe this, but the lady ahead of you paid for your latte. She said she wanted to make your day.' " Mary Ann Johnson had a similar experience. She had just finished a salmon pot-pie dinner at Chinook's at Salmon Bay, Washington, topping it off with a chocolate sundae.

"When I got ready to go, the waitress told me, 'Your meal's been paid for by another patron. They said it was a random act of kindness.' "

Events like those don't typically make news. There's no Samaritan Index to say whether anonymous good deeds are up 11 percent or down 2 percent from last year, or whether Seattle ranks 7th or 77th in per-capita goodness.

But in countless -- and uncounted -- ways, gestures like those that touched Haslam and Johnson travel through the community like a good-deed contagion.

"I told my friends about it," said Johnson, "and the first thing they said was they'd like to do something like that. So it spreads."

Doing good unto others isn't a modern invention, but its place in the American consciousness was influenced partly by a couple of occurrences in California.

In 1982, according to popular account, writer and peace activist Anne Herbert scrawled the suggestion, "practice random acts of kindness and senseless acts of beauty" on a place mat in a Sausalito, California, restaurant.

Then in 1993, a Bakersfield College professor, Chuck Wall, heard a radio report of "another random act of senseless violence" and urged his human-relations students to perform a "random act of senseless kindness."

Many bumper stickers, coffee mugs and refrigerator magnets later, the notion of doing something good for a stranger circulates under various names -- making someone's day, "paying it forward" (from a 2000 movie) -- or no particular name at all.

Consider the young man Mary Jurisich saw handing out bottles of chilled water and juice from a cooler along Burien, Washington,'s Seahurst Beach on a warm sunny day. He didn't have any grand label for what he was doing.

"He just said he worked at Boeing and it was his day off, so he went by Costco and came down with a big box of ice, water and juice." Jurisich, 75, said the refreshment was particularly appreciated by the older residents who frequent the park.

"He ambled all the way down the beach with that big Styrofoam box," she said. "I thought, jeepers! This is wonderful."

Doing something good for a stranger is a refreshing change from the way people usually connect in society, said William Talbott, philosophy professor at the University of Washington.

"In the modern world, we have a lot of relationships that provide reciprocal benefits: I'll scratch your back and you scratch mine ... those sorts of contractual relationships."

Although those relationships are fine -- society couldn't function without them -- people who do anonymous good deeds show us that we're not limited to self-interested relationships with one another, Talbott said.

"We can say, 'I just want to do something good for you without the expectation of getting anything in return at all.' And what a thrill it is to be on either side of that statement -- the giver or the receiver."

Even third parties can experience the benefit. The Starbucks barista and the Chinook's waitress were uplifted merely by being conduits for kindness.

It's the expression of that attitude, not the material benefit, that has the powerful effect, Talbott said. The price of a latte is insignificant compared to the joy of knowing that someone decided to buy it for you.

A few days after Johnson's free dinner at Chinook's, she decided to buy breakfast for a man she regularly sees selling coleus plants and the Real Change newspaper outside the Lake City, Washington, post office, taking him to nearby Claire's Pantry.

When it was time to go, she was shocked to hear a regular customer, who had just left, had paid for her breakfast and that of the newspaper dealer. "I know there are good people out there, but to have it happen twice in one week was amazing," she said.

The newspaper vendor, who asked that his name not be published, said ordinary generosity is more common than most people might realize. "Some people think this is a dog-eat-dog world, but I've found there are a lot of good people out here," he said. "If not for them, we'd be headed to hell in a handbag."

Sometimes an act of goodness can be triggered by tragedy.

Before the Memorial Day weekend, a couple who dine regularly at Anthony's HomePort in Des Moines, Washington, spoke to the restaurant manager.

They explained that their son had been killed in Iraq and, in his honor, they offered to pick up the dinner tabs of up to 10 parties that might come into the restaurant who appeared to be military families.

Occasionally, such a bit of generosity can make the news. A front-page Seattle Times story last August told of a 20-year-old Army reservist, recently back from Iraq, who wore his dress green uniform to take his girlfriend out to dinner at a nice restaurant in Seattle.

By the time the dessert came, other diners and the restaurant owner had paid the couple's bill.

Even encouraging a kind act comes with its own satisfaction.

When Graham Scott of Bellevue, Washington, died of a heart attack at 48 last year, his family suggested in his obituary that instead of sending flowers, anyone so inspired could perform "a random act of kindness in Graham's memory."

Afterward, Scott's mother, Barbara, said several of her co-workers told her that they would, indeed, perform such an act.

"Who did what and where and when I'll never know," she said. "And of course that's not what's important. It's just nice to know that they would be doing something." Since 1993, the phrase "random acts of kindness" has spawned a nonprofit foundation, several books and the designation of an annual kindness week in February.

Rather than being the exception, good deeds are "often unnoted and invisible as the 'ordinary' efforts of a vast majority," said the late Stephen Jay Gould, essayist and Harvard zoology professor.

On Sept. 11, 2001, as terrorists crashed jetliners into the World Trade Center, Gould was returning from Europe, but his flight was redirected to Halifax, Nova Scotia. Struck by the generosity of Halifax residents who accommodated the unexpected guests, Gould wrote, "Decent multitudes, performing their 10,000 acts of kindness, vastly outnumber the very few depraved people in our midst ... . We have every reason to maintain our faith in human kindness, and our hopes for the triumph of human potential, if only we can learn to harness this wellspring of unstinting goodness in nearly
all of us."

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Catalog Creep


Do you have uninvited guests in your living room? That's what Bill Moyers calls the avalanche of catalogs that floods our mailboxes starting every October....and continuing throughout the year.

More than 19 billion paper catalogs are printed and thrown away each year -- that's 53 million trees and 3.6 million TONS of paper. The waste water discharges from this volume of paper comes out to 53 billion gallons of water, enough to fill 81,000 Olympic-sized swimming pools.

Take ten minutes right now to do something about it, and do the earth a favor. You'll save yourself the time spent sifting through unwanted catalogs, save the energy spent producing them, and help retailers target their audience to someone who cares.

Go to catalogchoice.com and go through their alphabetized list, check off everything you no longer wish to receive, and within ten weeks' time, you should be removed from the retailers' mailing lists. I thought I would have maybe 10 or 11. Would you believe my total was 53 catalogs and flyers from various companies? But I'm actually on the low end -- the average is 63 catalogs per year for every man, woman and child in the U.S. -- about 40 lbs per person!

You might be surprised at how much junk mail you receive without really noticing, but it all adds up. 'Tis far nobler to never receive than to receive and toss into the recycling bin -- where 98 percent of all catalogs end up. (Some go into the trash can -- even worse.)

Watch Bill Moyers and Daniel Katz, the founder of catalogchoice.org:
http://www.pbs.org/moyers/journal/11162007/watch4.html

It's very easy (and free) to sign up for this service at Catalog Choice. Do it today!

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Greenwashing


Think buying a hybrid car is the answer to your guilt over ecological transportation? Think again. As a driver of an 8-year-old full-size Volvo wagon that averages 15 MPG, I was thinking I could go a little greener and buy a Prius. But I may hang onto my trusty, well-running Swedish car as an expression of true love for the earth. This tongue-in-cheek video (link below and at right) shows that there is no perfect answer -- except perhaps consuming less. There's a lot of greenwashing going on these days -- that is, advertising that seems to say the company is ecologically responsible when in fact it's just another marketing ploy.

In reality, if you resist the constant barrage of messages to buy, buy, buy items that are newly manufactured, you are actually being as green as a red-blooded American can be. "Reduce" is the first of the three Rs. This is of course heresy in a capitalistic society, but there it is.

Here's the video address, or click on the link at right:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ft5SSIfmeKU

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Oh Jesus, Bums coming to the door - what next?



Poem: "A Scandal in the Suburbs" by X.J. Kennedy, from In A Prominent Bar in Secaucus

A Scandal in the Suburbs

We had to have him put away,
For what if he'd grown vicious?
To play faith healer, give away
Stale bread and stinking fishes!
His soapbox preaching set the tongues
Of all the neighbors going.
Odd stuff: how lilies never spin
And birds don't bother sowing.
Why, bums were coming to the door—
His pockets had no bottom—
And then-the foot-wash from that whore!
We signed. They came and got him.

It needs to be said. There is a campaign afoot in Laguna to run homeless people out of town. A concerted effort to paint homeless people as aggressive, undesirable panhandlers who spend their days drinking, screaming obscenities at tourists, and frightening children will likely result in brutality and unwarranted arrests. And an arrest can be very difficult to expunge; it can mean that a homeless person who's had some bad breaks can't get a much-needed job, and will therefore remains homeless.

So the question arises -- who are we? Are we citizens of Laguna Beach a tolerant, helpful, caring society? Or are we so caught up in our property values and desire for tourist dollars that we cannot countenance our share of those who aren't as lucky as we? Keep an eye on the city's Homeless Task Force and observe what new laws are being presented for enforcement. If you're an old-school Lagunan grounded in peace, justice and tolerance, you will be alarmed to note the rules of the new regime. We are under seige, and it's not from the homeless, as much as you might be led to believe . The number of homeless people in Laguna Beach has NOT risen, as our mayor has stated in city council meetings. In reality, it has remained steady for several years at about 55 people, according to the Laguna Beach Police Department -- not bad for a lovely seaside spot like ours.

If you care about this issue, be vigilant -- and be ready to become involved and speak up for those without a voice. It would seem that the Homeless Task Force is not about truly "helping" homeless people -- but rather about helping them find another town to be homeless in. More on this as it develops, or you can contact my friends Christine and Jim at 715-0209.

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

El Dia de Los Muertes



Day of the Dead is one of my favorite holidays, and I wish we celebrated it here in the states. Although it occurs roughly at the same time as Halloween, All Saints' Day and All Souls Day, the traditional mood is much brighter, with emphasis on celebrating and honoring the lives of the deceased, and celebrating the continuation of life; the belief is not that death is the end, but rather the beginning of a new stage in life. In Mexico and Mexican immigrant communities in the United States and Europe, the Day of the Dead is of particular cultural importance.

What would happen if you lived each day as if it were among your last? Did you act the way way you would want to be remembered? Did you say what you really meant to say? What was your motivation - love or fear? North Americans are unnaturally fearful of death, afraid to confront much less alk about or celebrate it, whereas most other cultures embrace it as the other side of life. Discuss.

Happy Day of the Dead! Your assignment for today, should you choose to accept it: think of someone you knew who has shaken off this mortal coil, and celebrate his/her life in a joyful way.

Try this poem on for size.

Poem: "As Death Approaches" by Susan Deborah King, from One-Breasted Woman. © Holy Cow! Press, 2007.

As Death Approaches

I can't believe I'm laughing!
I'd have sworn I'd be
shaking or sniveling.
And I sure didn't expect
a limousine.
I've never been in a limousine.
No biggy.
I've had better than fame.
Who needs the pressure?
As for fortune, I'm filthy.
That's why I'm laughing.
I've had so much love:
the giving, the getting.
It's shameful.
It's embarrassing.
And it's too late.
No one can take it away!
And I've had the pain
to help me appreciate it.
Thank God for the pain!
Easy for me to say
now that I'm going!
But no, seriously,
the kicks in the teeth,
the gut, the rugs
pulled out, slammed doors,
setbacks, snubs.
Without them, I'd
never have recognized
Love, bedraggled,
plain eyes shining,
happy to see me.
Do I want more?
Of course I want more!
I always want more
of everything: money, hugs,
lovemaking, art, butter,
woods, flowers, the sea,
M&Ms, chips, tops, bottoms,
trips — I did give up drinking —
time, sure, and yes,
I'd like to see
my grandchildren,
if there are any.
I'd like to see my books
but more has never
been good for me anyway.
Enough — that's what I've
always needed to learn,
and is there a better way?
So this laughter
I had to work up to
through so many tears,
it just keeps coming
like a fountain, a spray.
Let it light on you
refreshment, benediction,
as I'm driven away.

Healing Christofer



Christofer Krajec and his parents are hoping for a miracle, and you can help. The tumor that has grown in his brain is inoperable, but parents Anna and Ed are firm believers in the power of positive healing. You can donate monetarily, and/or you can turn your thoughts to a massive daily city-wide "heal-in" through your prayers, thoughts and visualizations.

Come or donate to the fundraising event at Anneliese's Willowbrook School in the canyon this Sunday, Nov. 4 from 3 to 8:30, or attend or donate to the Womenade event this Tuesday, Nov. 6 from 7 to 9 p.m.(see previous post - donations can be mailed to Stephanie Donavan at 435 El Camino Del Mar LB 92651; make checks out to Christofer's Miracle Fund). There's a silent auction at the Anneleise's event -- if you have something to donate, please contact Yamini at 494-0294 or yamini7@msn.com. (Mom Anna is a teacher at the school.)

This is where Laguna Beach really shines -- when one of our own really needs help, we pull together and give it all we've got in whatever way we have to give it. If you are moved to assist the Krajecs, you can do so and/or read more online at http://ourlil.com/healingchristofer/
Thanks.