More to come as I see fit, but I'll try not to 'overshare'.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
More to come as I see fit, but I'll try not to 'overshare'.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Clothing Exchange In Jail Part 1
And thus it begins: clothing exchange in the Salt Lake County Jail. That thrice-weekly event which elicits sighs and groans from the most hardened inmates; something that is unarguably necessary yet exasperating due to its 11:30-12:00 PM scheduling; something by which all inmates measure the passage of time.
Depending on how far you are from the first few cells you sit up with some degree of alacrity, hop to the floor, and remove your chones while standing behind the footboard of the bottom bunk. You pull off your bedclothes, pausing to untie the sheet covering the mattress, then flip the mattress up against the wall. After piling sheet, blanket, etc. at one end of the bunk you pull out your box and begin to arrange its contents - or simply dump it - at the other end (if you've been incarcerated for more than a month or two, this takes a while). Then you wait for the fuzz.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Bubble Burst
The funny thing is I'm still debating whether to sell the book or not. Part of me wants to simply be rid of it and its depressing daily reminder of my credulity, but the rest of me argues that it was still a great find, and two dollar Hemingways don't fall out of the sky. As I wrote weeks ago, for good or ill it will probably remain on my shelf. But, with my five-thousand dollar insurance option and great thrift-store find story nullified, the only consolation I take from this episode is that no stray deviant blog reader (or former cellmate) will break into my house to steal the book. Small potatoes indeed.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
On Beauty
The main premise of the book is relatively straightforward - portraying the ways in which the Belsey family (Howard, Kiki, and children: Jerome, Zora, and Levi) deal with the affair Howard had shortly before the novel begins. This is the common thread that runs through the novel, and Smith delves fearlessly into describing the some of the most complex (and often contradictory) emotions that accompany such situations. At the same time she pursues the each main character, and some others, down developmental paths that, while often unusual, are always well-established and very relatable, very human. And precisely because of this you are able to sympathize with all the main characters to some degree, which is the main reason the novel has such a real feel to it. She presents all these separate and intermingling storylines in such a way that, instead of making the novel seem hopelessly tangential, draw the plot together and give it a vibrancy it wouldn't have without such expostition. Race, politics, religion, academia, gender identity, love/lust, betrayal, expectation, even benign Oedipus/Electra complexes are dealt with deftly without drawing too much attention to the fact they're being dealt with or preaching an overriding message. And that's where the real strength of the novel lies. One of the most important factors in creating worthwhile fiction is what you don't write, and Smith is able to paint beautiful pictures without extraneous words.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Basketball
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Hope can be a Campaign Platform
I'm a fairly big political geek and read various blogs regularly, but normally forgo reading the incredibly shallow and short-sighted comments that follow each. Ironically it was in one of these comments that I read the most relevant and revelatory political analogy of the current race. The analogy likened the current (at the time) Democratic candidates to the three who were struggling for the nomination in 1968: Hubert Humphrey, Bobby Kennedy, and Eugene McCarthy. The sheer aptness of this statement bowled me over. Clinton, like Humphrey, is clearly the establishment candidate who - though undoubtedly well-meaning - would basically kowtow to special interests and be only marginally more progressive than the Republican candidate. Edwards, like McCarthy, is a man with undeniable integrity and impressive progressive credentials, but who lacks both the charisma and the innate campaigning instinct to overcome a varied, chimerical opposition. Obama is the closest thing we have to Bobby Kennedy, whom many people think was even more politically gifted than his older brother.
I'm supporting Barack Obama because, as cliched as it sounds, he's exactly what this country needs right now. He probably won't be able to end all the petty meanness and anger that are everpresent in Washington, but he's the one who has the best chance of making America a country to be proud of again. This election isn't about black or white, male or female, republican or democrat; it is about hope for a better tomorrow. Let's get there together.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
What I Love About Mormonism
I love the practice of referring to other members as "Brother" and "Sister." Even if there is no god, no afterlife we are all still members of the same body of humanity. Such forms of address, I feel, are a beautiful reminder of the commonality of our experience with life and the mutual respect we should have for one another.
I love the fact that most Mormons are respectful of others' beliefs and are not aggressive about imposing their faith on others. There are many exceptions, especially here in Utah where it's easy to adopt an "us versus them" mentality, but in my experience (leaving the Church, going to jail, etc.) my family and neighbors - predominantly LDS - have been far more concerned about letting me know they love me than trying to correct my errors in belief.
I love the fact that Mormonism has a lay clergy. While this often leads to unpredictable, humorous, and sometimes offensive and ignorant sermons, it also ensures that members have an active interest in Church policy, doctrine, and affairs. This thread of participation binds everyone together and is conducive to feelings of brotherhood and empathy.
Again, I'm not officially a Mormon anymore, and for all the good there is a lot of bad. But from time to time I feel a need to assert its positive aspects - as much for my benefit as others'. Because, for better or worse, I am still a cultural mormon and will probably be for the remainder of my life.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Ode to Escapism
And always, if he had a little money, a man could get drunk. The hard edges gone, and the warmth. Then there was no loneliness, for a man could people his brain with friends, and he could find his enemies and destroy them. Sitting in a ditch, the earth grew soft under him. Failures dulled and the future was no threat. And hunger did not skulk about, but the world was soft and easy, and a man could reach the place he started for. Death was a friend, and sleep was death's brother. The old times came back--a girl with pretty feet, who danced one time at home--a horse--a long time ago. A horse and a saddle. And the leather was carved. When was that? Ought to find a girl to talk to. That's nice. Might lay with her, too. But warm here. And the stars down so close, and sadness and pleasure so close together, really the same thing. Like to stay drunk all the time. Who says it's bad? Who dares to say it's bad? Preachers--but they got their own kinda drunkenness. Thin, barren women, but they're too miserable to know. Reformers--but they don't bite deep enough into living to know. No--the stars are close and dear and I have joined the brotherhood of the worlds. And everything's holy--everything, even me.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
It's Been a While
Ahh...pipe dreams. Formed in the crucible of jail-cell introspection. Captivity forces such a drastic alteration of every aspect of your life that it's easy to imagine, rather know, that during your incarceration all your bad habits have magically disappeared, never to trouble you again. It's true that I haven't been tempted to smoke pot since being freed, but self-congratulation on that point seems hollow as I now spend most my former pot money on books and booze. Books aren't a bad investment, but the fact that I've purchased more of them than I have written pages is telling. For a would-be writer it's a sign that the 'would-be' may well always be there. Oh well, there's always tomorrow.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Lewis Sparks Uproar with Veiled Christian Messages
Friday, January 11, 2008
Say 'Yes' to Pollsters
In a post entitled Say No to Pollsters Ms. Huffington takes the position that political pollsters are destroying civic dialogue in this country, as well as creating a culture in which pols pander to those likely to answer political surveys over the phone- all for the "buzz of a bump in the polls." She then drives her argument home by claiming that, since these surveys often have a participation rate of only 25% ("abysmally low") of the eligible voting public, they certainly aren't an honest representation of how things will go come election day. "Wow!" you say. "Only 25%. That's not representative at all."
But, while it sounds "abysmally low," 25% isn't far below the voter turnout rate for many elections. And, because the people who are most responsive to telephone polls are the people most likely to vote, it generally does provide an accurate cross-section of voter sentiment. I have worked for a polling firm (Dan Jones and Associates) since 2002, and our pre-election results have almost never been wrong. Granted this is Utah, so most races aren't that close, but there have been some- the SLC mayoral race of 2003, for example. To ensure accuracy we even (at our expense) run our own surveys alongside those commissioned. The New Hampshire pollsters have taken a lot of flak, maybe deservedly so, but the fact that so many of the maligned Democratic Primary polls were taken from Friday 1/4-Monday 1/7 is meaningful. The response percentage of calls made is almost always higher on the first couple days of a poll than the last couple, so most of those polls were likely conducted in the immediate afterglow of Obama's Iowa win. And, because there's no reliable algorithm to factor in 'momentum,' Barak's Fri/Sat votes are no less meaningful to the final tally than Hillary's Sun/Mon votes- when she must have been bringing in a much higher percentage.
Polls certainly aren't infallible; no one's making that claim. But the reason the media and politicians buy into their results so much is simply because there isn't a more effective way of gauging public opinion. Huffington claims that, by hanging up on pollsters, "we can force our leaders to start thinking for themselves again." But weren't they put in office to listen to what we have to say? And haven't we had enough (at least 8 years worth) of politicians thinking too much for themselves? Give pollsters your opinions (assuming it's not a blatant push poll), get your voice heard, then vote.