If You’ve Wondered Where I’ve Been…

My blogging frequency has fallen off. I don’t know if that’s a relief to my 3 readers, but I’ve been thinking about this change.

There is no question that the end of the Reign of Terror by Duhbya and BushCo has greatly reduced the bile I choked back for 8 years. Thank god. I hope Duhbya lives a long life and is forced to listen repeatedly to how badly he fucked up everything he attempted. I hope I live at least one day longer so that, following his peaceful and natural death, I can join the long line to piss, spit, or dance on his grave. See you in Hell, Duhbya.

As for Obama: Every day there is some bit of news that reminds me that, just as the wrong guy can do bad things constantly, the right guy can do good things at a similar pace. Obama is undoing and fixing what he can, all the while bending the reed more to the left.

And the Republicans: It is great to watch them shoot themselves and each other in the foot. I’m happy to see them drag their feet (and knuckles) as the rest of us try to move forward. Better — far, far better — is the infighting and bickering. I hope Meghan McCain kicks Ann Coulter’s ass. And I hope Lush Limbaugh remains king of the island of the damned.

Politics hasn’t been the only topic I’ve blogged about, so the end of our national nightmare can’t be the only explanation for my shift in focus.

Indeed, finishing my second book in 6 months might have given me more time for blogging, but I loved the return to no obligatory writing and to lazing about. Curiously, the habit of writing daily did not carry forward once the final deadline passed late in January. (I turned down Windows 7 for Seniors, which I dearly wanted to write but which started with a brutal deadline. By the way, I mostly like Windows 7, which is an improvement on Vista — which I also like — but a less dramatic change than from XP to Vista.)

Last but certainly not least: I let my friends infect me with the Facebook virus. There is much that I do not like about Facebook. There are many interface problems, not the least of which is denying one the ability to edit much of the text one enters. And all the different ways of looking at FB that make it seem fragmented and disorganized. And updates that appear and disappear in different places and at different times.

And yet, Facebook has become like email, in that I look at it repeatedly throughout the day, happy to see any update, saddened when there is nothing. I like knowing about the day-to-day lives of my friends. Social Networking is a Skinner box. I press the bar repeatedly and gobble up the random bits I receive. Believe me: Facebook does not deserve the time and attention it gets. Still, two out of three people who used to read this blog now are FB addicts, too, so, it is you, dear reader, the one who has remained free, who I wanted to speak to. I’ll be back when I can and I hope you’ll visit now and then. Thanks.

peace,
mjh

PS: I still spread myself around:
www.mjhinton.com/help/ is my computer blog
www.mjhinton.com/wild/ is my wilderness blog
www.flickr.com/photos/mjhinton/ is my photo blog

Hot Pockets

Merri and I rode the NM Railrunner train from Albuquerque to Santa Fe for a daytrip today. As I prepared to leave the house, I put a handful of coins in one of my pockets plus two spare rechargeable batteries for my camera.

Over about 6 hours, we rode to Santa Fe and walked about town. Shortly after 4pm, we boarded the return train and took seats on the upper level. We sat for 10 to 15 minutes, waiting for the departure. At some point, Merri put her hand on my leg and yanked it back, as if from a hot stove. Indeed, my pocket full of change and two batteries was extremely hot. As I gingerly extracted coins, I burned the tips of three fingers to blisters. One of the two batteries looked a little damaged. Once everything was extracted and laid out, it all cooled off quickly. My fingers still sting.

Weird science. I had an exposed circuit in my pocket, finger in the socket. peace, mjh

PS: The trip to Santa Fe was fun. The actual ride was the main event and was worth the trip. We had lunch at Tia Sophia and strolled around town. We toured the Georgia O’Keeffe museum. All along the way, we met people Merri knows. Especially in the State Capitol, where she knew many folks. On the ride back, we had a nice conversation with a woman who works for the Department of Transportation.

PPS: Ironically, my concerns about cameras and photography on the train had been for naught. The subject never came up. There was no official announcement and there wasn’t much I felt deprived from photographing.

We’re All Newcomers

Two things are certain about living in New Mexico. First, no matter how newly you arrived, someone newer will arrive shortly. People have been moving to New Mexico for at least 13,000 years and that migration isn’t stopping soon. Second, no matter how long you’ve been here, someone has been here a lot longer. That’s really the other side of the same coin. Whether you arrived here 100, 500, 1,000 or 10,000 years ago, someone has been here longer. (Except for those first arrivers.) In geologic time, everyone got here yesterday or this morning — we’re all newcomers. Of course, people don’t think that way. Instead, we divide ourselves any way we can, including by longevity of residence. My 25 years loving New Mexico are meaningless to someone whose family has lived here for generations. We all would consider it absurd for someone who arrived on Monday to judge someone who arrives on Friday. When does absurdity become propriety? Does 100 years count if your family has been here 1000? How does 1000 stack up against 10,000?

I’m thinking about "rights" and "claims" because of an interesting issue that has recently arisen in New Mexico. We have a commuter train that runs from Belen, south of Albuquerque, to Santa Fe, to the north. Over a course of 100+ miles, the train passes through several Indian pueblos. (There are 19 pueblos and tribes in New Mexico.) Pueblos are semi-independent nations with their own laws and regulations. Most pueblos forbid people from taking photos on pueblo land with some exceptions. Now that the train passes through these lands, the pueblos have asked people to refrain from taking photos from the train along part of the route. A reasonable and polite request. The rub comes from the railroad asking people to refrain from taking photos. These are public right-of-ways run by the state. Does the state have the right to impose pueblo law on non-pueblo citizens on public right-of-ways? I’ll let the courts decide that, as I am sure they will be asked to.

When I finally ride the train to Santa Fe, I will respect pueblo requests to avoid photographing people and buildings on pueblo land. But what of the vista? Who can claim to own a vista that stretches 100 miles? If the conductor asks me to put away my camera and I don’t, will he or she consider me a jerk? Even if I am genuinely respectful of the pueblos up to the point of wanting, as a fellow citizen of New Mexico and the world, the privilege to photograph the long view or a roadrunner eating a snake?

I’m particularly surprised that the press doesn’t react more to the way this came to pass. Someone knows someone and gets a favor. An unelected official imposes his will on people without any discussion. There’s something outrageous there. Or would only a jerk think so?

Isn’t the press curious whether Isleta pueblo, which straddles the southern route that opened in 2008, made a similar request six months or more ago and, if not, why not?

In her front page story, Leslie Linthicum has two powerful paragraphs (no sarcasm):

But what separates good people from jerks is the ability to temper "I wanna" and "I can" with "do I really hafta?" and "I won’t." …

So, will you? That probably depends on whether you’re a New Mexican or whether you just live here.

But Leslie may be unfair in her harsh judgment. (Westerners often tolerate what they don’t really approve of.) She draws a line in the sand and calls anyone who even questions the line a jerk. I’ve lived here 24 years. I *love* New Mexico and want to live here until I die.

I’ll bet Leslie a Golden Pride breakfast burrito that one of the following things will happen in the next five years. First, someone willing to be considered a jerk will sue over this matter. A legally-savvy jerk will note that this appears to violate the anti-Establishment clause of the US constitution. Moreover, it probably violates the anti-donation clause of the NM constitution. Second, perhaps as a result of this lawsuit, the train will install automatic shades, which will drop at various points along the ride. Third, the pueblos will erect fences or other visual blocks where they feel they are necessary. (That’s the solution I endorse, short of miles of fencing.)

peace,
mjh

Photos From the Train? Not on Pueblo Lands
By Leslie Linthicum
Journal Staff Writer

Republican Shadenfreude

If you hear any Republicans mouthing off about "business as usual" or Obama’s feet of clay, please remember the following:

(1) Republicans oppose government. It is in their interest to undermine everyone’s confidence in government.

(2) Republicans consider taxation stealing — it funds the oppressive government. Therefore, Republicans should appreciate any instance that highlights the complexity of the tax code.

(3) Republicans believe the Rich drive the economy. Anything that benefits the Rich benefits us all.

So, when Republicans say, "Those Rich, tax-dodgers are just business as usual," what they mean is, "How come we’re not in charge anymore?"

The difference between Republicans and Democrats is one thinks the Rule of the Rich is just and the others think it’s just necessary.

Above all, it should be obvious how badly we need to reform the tax code. (And election finance.) Even smart, rich people can’t follow the rules. Merri and I are smart, if not rich, and well-educated on tax matters. Yet, we struggle to comply with absurd rules and maddeningly complex forms. Why?

The Wheels of Justice Turn Slowly

[From KOB:]

Albuquerque attorney John Wayne Higgins usually defends drunk drivers.

On Wednesday night he had the right to remain silent; instead he acted as his own attorney and tried to defend himself. [He was arrested for drunk driving.]

You may recall John Wayne Higgins. In 1998, John Wayne Higgins ran for Bernalillo County Probate Court Judge. With no probate experience, he ran against Ira Robinson and Merri Rudd. In a three-way race, Ira Robinson ("Family matters.") won. Two years later, Robinson ran for the State Court of Appeals. His victory created the vacancy that finally brought Merri Rudd to the office she was made for.

Imagine the drunk DWI attorney as probate judge. How do such people think they qualify to run for a particular office? It’s an insult to the public.

PS: Ira Robinson left the State Court of Appeals, for, ahem, personal reasons.

So long, Dumbass!

Good riddance to Duhbya and BushCo, the board of AmeriCo. Good goddamn riddance to every damn one of them. For generations, people will spit on the ground at the mention of George Duhbya Bush.

I expect this to be the last entry in the Dump Duhbya category, unless Republicans are crazy enough to nominate Sarah Failin’. In that case, for continuity, I’ll just put her in the same category. They are two peas in a pod.

A special Fuck You to Dick Cheney and Karl Rove, the twin Princes of Darkness. I’d pay the airfare to send them both to Abu Ghraib or Gitmo. And for an extra slippery bathmat for Grover Nordquist.

In Which I Throw My Shoe at Jim Scarantino

Jim Scarantino has tried hard to fill the void left with by the departure from New Mexico of John Dimdahl, that paragon of rightwingnuttery. Today, Jim explains the dark side of progressives (using a Nobel laureate to defend his views). Let’s listen in:

As Nobel laureate Friedrich Hayek has shown [mjh: beyond any doubt!], progressives have always had a regrettable dark side. … [I]n their push to transform society, progressives frequently show an eagerness to employ the coercive powers  of the state against individuals and individual rights that inconvenience their agenda.

Hmmm. Does he mean things like forcing you to take your shoes off before boarding a plane? Is Jim referring to the database record that includes your Facebook page and Amazon purchases? Or is he thinking of the hundreds of people imprisoned for years without a trial, often wrongly? Oh, those damn Progressives. No, wait, that was the Conservatives! Sorry, Jim.

Human beings of every stripe have a regrettable dark side. Conservatives have always worn theirs on their sleeves. peace, mjh

"It does not require a majority to prevail, but rather an irate, tireless minority keen to set brush fires in people's minds." — Sam Adams