Friday, February 24, 2006

On the problems of youth in our schools today

Sommige jonge of onrijpe mensen proberen om vlucht van hun dagelijkse problemen in alcohol, drugs, geslacht te vinden, zelfs in gevaarlijke achtervolgingen zoals belemmering die, troep het vechten, of de kwelling van homosexuelen en etnische of godsdienstige minderheden rennen. Het geluk dat men zou kunnen denken krijgt van alcohol of de drugs is zeer overgangs, zelfs denkbeeldig. De studenten vandaag leren niet de eenvoudige stille discipline van het houden, het luisteren en het denken over wat zij hebben gehoord, denkend over de gevolgen van een actie alvorens zij, in het kort handelen, gebruikend hun betekenissen om informatie te verzamelen, en hun meningen om te verwerken wat zij ontvangen. De verplichting schijnt te zijn zijn ego te delen alvorens het zelfs zich volledig heeft gevormd. Dergelijke concepten zoals zitting omhoog rechtstreeks als zijn niet de ellebogen op de lijst zet, en zelfs voorzitter, aan klasse komt die met pen wordt voorbereid, potlood, en document schijnen zich om, zelfs op de hogere niveaus van openbaar onderwijs te eigen maken niet.

Some young or immature people try to escape of their daily problems in alcohol, drugs, even in dangerous pursuits such as obstruction which, gang fighting, or the torment of gays and ethnic or religious minorities run.
The students today do not learn the simple quiet discipline of keeping, listening and thinking concerning what they have heard, thinking about the impact of an action before they, in short acting, using their newly-found information, and their collect opinions process what they receive. The obligation seems its its share ego before it even has entirely formed himself. Such concepts as sitting up straight in one's chair, not putting the elbows on the table, and even coming to class prepared with pen, pencil, and paper seem not to be internalized, even at the upper levels of public education.

Pondering and inquiring about endemic illnesses

A family practice physician recently addressed a leadership training seminar in our county in Georgia, introducing the relatively new East Georgia Medical Centre or clinic which is on the eastern edge of the county seat. One of his observations about our county was that our part of the country experienced more viral infections than the New England to which he had been accustomed.
Why is this? He could only suggest that our people needed more "health education." I have considered what he said; but ever since we've moved to this town I've considered the problem of contagion and illness in these communities. I've also observed and noted sources of contagion and contamination. Of these we have quite a few: industrial discharges into the air and water, illegal dumping by truckers and others in the mechanical services, burning of pine woods and organic matter, effluent from petrol-fueled engines, as well as agricultural applications of chemical herbicides, fertilizers, and pesticides.

I'm currently experiencing a respiratory tract and nasal infection. Actually, today I started to think about trying to get the equipment, training, and knowledge to better manage our family and community's health. We have a simple microscope, which is of course not adequate for the examination of viral material, but it could serve as a teaching tool for the introduction to microbiology.

All is quiet now. I'm awaiting the next class. I'll try to work on a short story synopsis now, at the Allpoetry site. I invite any of you who are reading this to check out the poetry, story, and philosophy developing tools and networks at these sites.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Yeh, I'm still sick

"To treat the sick, you must have a good knowledge of the healthy. But it is even better to know something about the disease. If the writer means to fight for the best possible use of language, he must be forever on his guard against the elements the words a prone to." Konstantin Fedin, "Notebook," in Maxim Gorky, Vladimir Mayakovsky, Alexei Tolstoy, and Konstantin Fedin on the Art and Craft of Writing 256, 261 (Alex Miller trans., 1972).

The Buzz


Sick and unemployed; on the phone

"I've made it a rule never to drink by daylight and never to refuse a
drink after dark."

Monday, February 06, 2006

Terrorists effect dramatic escape from Yemen prison

A radio report Sunday afternoon briefly mentioned the escape of what seems to be about 16 prisoners from a facility near San'aa, the capital of Yemen. Among them is purportedly the mastermind of the Cole bombing.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Way past time, but let's call for a Truth and Reconciliation

Ethan Velely-Flad has written a powerful editorial essay, which appears on the third page of the January-February issue of Fellowship magazine. In "Calling the Shots," he writes about recent instances of tragic racism, in one case ending in a NY police officer shooting a suspect in a counterfeit media network, allegedly because the victim was African (Black). Another incident, which seems to have been lost in the media oceans, is that American military troops allegedly had an infant in the scope of a laser sight on an automatic weapon.

What I find both appropriate and necessary is Fellowship's call for a national Truth and Reconciliation Commission. This seems to me to be the best and most comprehensive step toward healing, one which will not be immediate; however this step should not be delayed. We must do everything in our power to stop the deception, the division, the procrastination, and face each other, as difficult as it may feel or seem.

The nth fresh start: Ground Hog Day 2006

Good day, I'm jean-pierre, your old servant and roving poet. I started to write "blogger," but that's not quite true, if you look at the desultory posting, which is rather pathetic. So I have felt. Time to stop feeling sorry for myself, to be dwelling in post-traumatic misery, and really take charge of my recovery. To the extent that I can, realizing, of course, that I'm powerless over my addictions, my disease, the aging process, in short so many things which are part of life. As the character in Jurassic Park said, "Life will find a way."

My own memory of Step One of the Twelve Steps, I will try to recite: I come to understand and accept that I am totally powerless to my alcoholism (addiction). Now there is something else, but I don't remember it. Time to check, so I open another tab on my browser and use a search engine. O.K. reads thusly:

When we became members of A.A., we admitted that we were powerless over alcohol and that our lives had become unmanageable.