Friday, March 23, 2012

Poop Du Jour


A Note To Tenants from the Management:

Spring has arrived and we have had the good fortune of a few hard rains. This means of course that the trees and grass and wildflowers florish – which it did little of last year during the drought. Anyhow – because we all live in a dog eat dog World, it has come time to discuss the matter of poop.

Before I do that, I’d like you all to know that I recently bought a second hand weed-eater from Danny’s shop. After a little maintenance and a new carburetor, it is as good as new.  I’ll bet you didn’t know that those little two stroke engines can rap out as much as 12,000 rpms at full throttle. And since most are direct drive, that thin little string spinnin round and round becomes a lethal weapon to the juicy pulpous grass, weeds and thistle that come up everywhere this time of year.

Gosh – can you imagine what that blender of a weed whacker can do to a fresh gelatinous cytoplasmic dog poop. Alas, I have first hand knowledge. If you were using your Cuisenart, or perhaps your own Margarita making Osterizer, there isn’t even a button for the kind of puree I found today. And since I wasn’t wearing a Hazmat suit, I could have been a piece of lucky strip gum with as many flavors that, sadly, became moistened mist at my feet – and then propelled in all directions.

I jest of course, but this was in truth, poop mania – a literal landscape of poop hiding out beneath our Spring greenery. And since all of us have lets just say – one dog – and it poops once a day – that’s like 365 poops in the yard. If we have two dogs, that’s a whopping 730 poops. And since we have five units, and nine dogs all told – that’s 3285 potential poops a year right here in our own back yard. Good we are not in Bangladesh. There is as I recall a historically significant cliche that applies to nearly every interpersonal circumstance life can offer - a warning really not to poop in your own back yard. 

So – we are all forthwith on poop patrol. Your dogs may poop at any neighbors – not including me. If they poop here – please pick it up and dispose of it properly.
Thanks
And as always, have a great day!    

Spring Winds


Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Monday, January 16, 2012

For Gregory



  • Gregory,
    Last night while writing your dad a Happy MLK note - I ran across a video you did driving home from Dallas. I can't find it now and so I can't watch it again - but I thought about it all night. So - you obviously do things because they are the right thing to do. I would urge you to never lose that calling. The World needs boy scouts and samaritans and Tibetan Monks who walk old ladies across the street, hold doors open for fancy ladies, who protect the weak, watch out for the little guy and root for the underdog. Back in the day when I was on patrol, one my favorite things to do was to overwhelm people with niceness. They would jump out of their car waving their hands bitching to high heaven about whatever - sharing their sad, miserable lives with me - trying though they might to bring me down to their level and make me as miserable as they are. Lesbians do that to - but that's another story. And so the challenge always is to encourage people who are not polite, who are not happy, who are having a bad day, to step up to the high ground that you walk on. You do that by walking the walk, living by example, and doing each day what you know in your heart is the right thing to do - and be the living example of char
    acter, humility, compassion, empathy, generosity and love. And if you do this always - you will find that you can change the people around you, and that the people who occupy your inner circle of trusted loyal friends will live by the same creed - to do unto others as you would wish for them to do unto you.

    That is all. As always, have a great day.
    Carl

Thursday, December 1, 2011

The Mentor

A Text Message Received:  Monday, November 28, 2011 at 4:45pm

Sorry I've been distant lately Carl. I've been very busy between work, school and Alicia, but I wanted to say hi and let you know that I've accomplished the first section of my goals that you made me. I've got a whole lot of Spanish and Guitar ahead of me, but I practice in the meanwhile. I don't know that I would have ever gotten my head out of my ass enough to do that, let alone think of those as potential things for me to do and act accordingly. You are the first person in my life that has taught me how to make impossible dreams into achievable goals and then into my life. When people ask me how my day is: "I'm living the dream" - without sarcasm. For that, I thank you. I still read my list every day, and every day my world gets a little clearer. You're a great mentor and a greater friend. Please know that I don't take that for granted. I hope you are well, as well as the dogs and the cacti. I'd like to catch up with you soon. Let me know if you're down.
Thanks again Carl, for everything.
Michael Lee Melton


Wednesday, November 16, 2011

The Carbon Conundrum



I packed the last of my things with an adventurous enthusiasm.
In my last phone call before leaving, my friend Jim told me to
find three empty seats on the plane from Miami, to lie down and
sleep on the long flight South. With seventeen hours of flying ahead of
me, I though it good advice.

What I anticipated would be a reasonably carefree excursion would
begin with a traveler’s worst nightmare - Gluttony.  As my seat row was
finally called, I made my way through the line at the gate.
Standing not ten feet ahead of me in line was an extremely
huge girl. As I watched her from behind, I said to myself,
"Please God, don’t let her sit next to me."

As insensitive as it sounded at the time, even to me, I just
didn’t want to start the worst part of my trip, trapped in my
seat, pressed against the sultry flesh of a squishy human being.
Sure enough, by the time I found my way aboard the plane, she’d
already pulled up the seat divider between our two seats and
oozed a good half-way into my prepaid space. Be "Zen," I thought
to myself, as I climbed over toward my seat.

What an obstacle I thought, should there actually be an
emergency. We’re all going to die because the emergency exits
over the wings were plugged up by a passenger. She couldn’t fit
down the aisle without having to straddle and waddle at unusual
side angles as she walked.

For the first time in my life I was inspired to bitch to the
airline and insist that she pay for the part of my seat that she
was occupying. When I looked over at her, I could tell
immediately that she felt horrible, was completely
self-conscious, and that if I said anything at all, not only
would I be cruel and insensitive, but she’d probably start crying
or something and make the whole thing that much worse.
I ordered a Wild Turkey instead, turned the air toward my face,
and endured the flight out of Austin.

As I sat in the Miami Airport waiting for the last long leg
south, the terminal was filled with Bolivian businessmen and
travelers, laden with bags and boxes and trinkets of all kinds.
Three empty seats to lie down on and sleep, Jim had said. That
would be a tall order. When the cabin door closed, I would be the
last and the only gringo to move, destined to remain in my
assigned seat for the next ten hours.

It was an all night flight from Miami to La Paz. At sunrise the
next morning, I would land at the world’s highest airport and on
the longest commercial runway. Despite the hours, I could find no comfort in
sleeping. I leaned quietly against the cabin window, staring out
occasionally at the complete darkness. Not even a moon would
bless the sky on the long and lonely flight. We flew across the
Gulf of Mexico, the Caribbean, across the coastline of Columbia,
then into the descending Amazon Basin of Peru and Brazil and not
once did I see a light on the ground.

After flying for hours in the darkness, and just as I began to
drift to sleep, I was startled by a bright light shining from
beneath the plane onto the ceiling above the cabin. The entire
cabin glowed with the warm and familiar light as if from a city
below. With hours still to go to La Paz, I figured we were over
some eastern Peruvian City. When I looked down out of the window,
I was surprised to once again find no sign of civilization, or at
least as I knew it.

The light was shining from a vast forest fire, blazing in the jungle.
Wealthy ranchers in want of barren grazing land were burning
thousands of acres of forest. For miles I could make out huge
fires that lit up the sky. I was nearly six miles up in the air
and the sky was as bright as daylight from the fires below.
My God, I though. They really are burning the forests. I was
looking down upon a sign, a sign of Armageddon, and the
Revelations were playing out before my very eyes.

On November 7, we will all know who has been chosen to lead our
nation as well as the world toward our human destiny. Throughout
the presidential race and in the continuing debate, we have
muddled through myriad opinions about abortion, about the role
and consequences of religious fundamentalism in government, about
responsibility or the lack thereof, morals, ethics, political
reform, the influence of big business in government, healthcare,
partisan and bipartisan politics.

We have heard varied opinions about the state of and plan for
education, social security, our national security and defense
readiness, the booming economy, the budget windfall, and a number
of other important issues that will affect all of us in the years
to come. What we have not heard from the leaders of the western
world is how "we" will lead and manage the consequences of
overpopulation and pollution, the second exacerbated by the
first, the two universal issues that will affect all of mankind
forever.

Each of these issues is important. A moral and ethical society
that is employed and productive, reasonably educated, that has
purpose and direction, which, supported by a sound economy
creates stability, or an inherent lack of serious conflict. If
the United States is economically stable, so too, is the rest of
the world in general. People everywhere can live their lives
without much worry or fear that they won’t eat, have a place to
live or be able to raise and support their families.

This is, in part our government’s role, to keep things stable and
its people happy. However, with every new human being - and we
add them by the millions - we place a greater demand upon the
natural order and harmony of our ever-shrinking planet.
Population control and environmental responsibility and
management are issues that are not just important, they are
critically important.

The success of our democracy and free market economy is
completely dependent upon the availability and exploitation of
cheap fossil fuels, the Earth’s natural resources and economic
growth. To remain dominant as a world leader and economic
powerhouse, we must seek out new markets throughout the world and
take every advantage of the world’s economic opportunities. In
doing so, so to do we distribute our culture and values.
There is little escaping exposure to American culture and quality
of life anywhere in the world today. Our standard for and
exportation of a "quality of life" is based upon our naïve
understanding of our own quality of life, the most opulent,
resource and opportunity laden society ever.

As we expand into places yet untouched by development, we create
therein opportunity for other populations. With their newfound
wealth, there is always a corresponding increase in the quality
of life, facilitating better education, healthcare, housing and
living conditions of all kinds. An increase in the quality of
life increases both the spans of life and population in general.
As larger and larger populations are sustained, there is a
corresponding increase in the demand for goods, services and
natural resources.

Increases in the demand for all of these things, sustaining an
ever-increasing human population, keeps people employed and the
economy robust and most serious conflicts limited to religious
ideological dogma. The tragedy of this thinking and shortsighted
practice, unabridged by responsible leadership and universally
applied resource management, is the assurance of our own
destruction.

There is little denial and mounting scientific evidence that our
planet is out of balance. Not caused by the natural ebb and flow
of "cycles" in weather, water and ice, or of the sun, but caused
solely by the influence of man and his ever increasing disposal
of green house gasses into the atmosphere, global warming is no
longer a debate. Everything about our economy is dependent upon
the exploitation of the land, trees, oil, minerals, and natural
gas.

The cast off of almost everything we do is Carbon Dioxide.
Billions of tons of carbon, otherwise trapped in the forests, and
underground reservoirs of coal, oil and gas, we expel as the
byproduct of our engineering and industrial efficiency. Radiating
less of the sun’s heat to the cold of space, Carbon Dioxide and a
few other well-known hydrocarbons warm our world. This is not to
mention the contribution of toxic and other dangerous chemicals
and substances to the land, sea and air, endangering life or
depleting the Earth’s protective ozone layer
.
We have already witnessed dramatic changes in the Earth’s
atmospheric and ocean temperatures, and as a result, changes in
moderate and reasonably predictable weather patterns. Glaciers
all over the world are receding at unprecedented rates. We now
know that in the years to come, our current behavior will alter
both the life and the stability of our planet in ever more
significant, dramatic and perhaps permanent ways.

Despite the emerging truth, it is not that surprising to find
that few Americans consider the management of population or of
the environment as critically important, pressing issues. Most
citizens are concerned more about their economic welfare, their
security, and that their retirement savings grow exponentially
over the years. Most citizens - and most American leaders - look

for short-term gratification and solutions with little regard for
the long-term consequences. And to make matters worse, in America,
our ideas are motivated not by information or by intellectual contemplation. Our government is motivated almost entirely by money and the desperate pursuit of more of it. No one is there to pay for the ideas that the world is finite, population has a limit and that global warming and pollution may have devastating consequences to all life on Earth.

All people, particularly the young, are aware and can sense that
we are living on borrowed time. The future of our planet looms in
question. A time will come when we must all face the consequences
of our conduct.

The preservation of the world environment and the balance of
nature are issues that cannot be ignored. It is however a matter
of such proportion that it cannot be managed by mere individuals
alone. Governments and responsible government leaders are the only remaining
forces with the power and influence to change the conscience of
the people and endeavor what must be done for the good of all mankind.
Even if we have no choice but to cling to the
relentless pursuit of wealth for our future, concocting economic
and tax incentive measures for citizens and corporations to
reforest their land, to recycle, to develop and utilize
environmentally conscious processes, transportation, and energies, or for
families to bear fewer children is no more difficult than any other legislative
government action. What makes them different is that these are issues that must
transcend politics, religion and selfish gluttony. The choice is completely ours.

The Book of Revelations predicts the demise of man. In the end,
the cause will not have been his sins or the wrath of God. Man will
cause his own undoing, wrought from both ignorance and greed. The
tragedy that will live throughout time in the heavens will have
been that, by the grace of God born into the Garden of Eden, Man
was given the mind and the body to save the World, but he didn’t.

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