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Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Photo of the Day - August 22, 2007 - Two Zinnias


I am feeling nostalgic for wetter summers when my garden looked better. This year's zinnia's got a late start and have struggled with the heat and dryness. So, I thought I'd post a photo from our butterfly garden from two summers ago. This is a fresh scan of a picture from the summer of 2005.

When I was a kid my grandmother "Nanny" got me interested in gardening. You can see very early photos of her amazing garden here. I started collecting and planting seeds from Nanny's plants, grafting camellias, and rooting azaleas from a young age. I think the first seeds I bought for myself were four o'clocks, which started a life long love of those flowers. They seemed to do better in Columbia than they do here. I think the next flower seeds I planted as a kid were zinnias. It was fun to collect seeds of both four o'clocks and zinnias and save them to the next season. I stored them in those little baby Dixie cups! Now I let the birds, mostly the goldfinches, eat the zinnia seeds, and the four o'clock seeds just fall as they may.

Monday, August 20, 2007

Michael Vick Is Getting Off Way Too Easily

I don’t know what I think of the notion of animal rights. The word “rights” s generally used is full of legal ramifications and implies acknowledgment of personhood. “Rights” are those freedoms and privileges granted to persons in a legal document, such as a constitution.

In this sense animals don’t have rights, per se, nor should they. Nevertheless I believe that animals are given a certain rightful status in the created order. They have a dignity by virtue of being made by God, and by virtue to the place they are given in the web of interdependent life. For that matter so do plants. Each thing is to be treated in keeping with the dignity it is given by its Creator.

By all accounts the Creator has a special place for his creatures. They are celebrated over and over in the Bible. As he looked upon the world teeming with his fruitful creatures he said that it was good.

Human beings have a unique place being created in the image of God. There is a dignity associated with that image bearing that does not devolve onto the other creatures.

Nevertheless human beings are given the special task of caring for creation, and for its creatures. The idea of dominion must be stripped of all human greed, perversion, violence, selfishness, and exploitation before we can arrive at its real meaning biblically speaking. We get a glimpse of what this unspoiled dominion looks like in Genesis two as God brings the various beasts before Adam and he names them. Naming is an aspect of dominion. The creatures in Genesis 2 are treated with the utmost honor and respect and dignity.

According to the biblical portrayal, it was only after the fall of man that both man and beasts were given “permission” to take of animal life for food, for the sake of survival in a broken and difficult world. I don’t mention that to bring up arguments about sin and fall, or about the biblical flood – only to affirm that it was only after the fall that dominion came to include the possibility of killing, and that for the sake of survival; (and perhaps sacrifice in worship, ala Abel). Killing for food and the temporally temporary killing for sacrifice resulted from sin and fall. Christians believe that the sacrificial role of killing of animals has been superseded by the sacrifice of Christ.

Even given the fall there is no place within dominion for wanton violence against animals. Indeed, human beings were made to be the protectors of the animal world. In time our superior intellectual capacities (combined sadly with our deep sinfulness) would give us the edge over the beasts, and the opportunity to exploit them as we choose. But such exploitation, out of greed, perversion, or love of violence, is simply not compatible with our calling to exercise dominion over God’s good creation, including its creatures.

There is something especially perverse about the mistreatment of that which is weaker, that which we were supposed to protect and care for, whether we are talking about children, human beings in a weakened and exploitable state, or animals. This is why we rightly react so viscerally to the use of animals such as dogs in "sports" like dogfighting, whereby we, ostensibly their protectors, kill the weaker, injured, or non competitive ones. It is simply a gross and obscene offense against creation, against God, against the rightful place these creatures are to have in our hearts, and against our basic calling as human beings.

For that reason I am somewhat dismayed that Michael Vick is going to get a break due to cutting a deal with prosecutors. For once I find myself agreeing more or less with PETA. He is getting off way too easily.

To the extent that dog fighting, cock fighting, or other forms of abuse of animals is pervasive in our culture, it reveals how sick and messed up and broken we truly are, and how bankrupt segments of our culture have become.

Just because the abuse of human beings is worse still does not make this offense against nature, good, and God any less horrible. Michael Vick ought to go away for a very long time, or be sentenced to years and years of reparations and community service aimed at the improvement of the life of those creatures he has so violently and viciously abused.

He is getting off way too easily if you ask me.

Health Care Blues

I read today in a post from the News and Record blog, from a Mr. Stephen van Vuuren, the following about the health care issue. I think it is very instructive.

“There is no greater issue of security in America then the health of our people. Creating a system where every person is guaranteed complete health and well-being, free and accessible, is the most important issue facing our nation today.”

I would like to respond in some detail to the particulars, but before I do I would like to address the assumption that lies behind this and many other statements about health care.

Human beings live in a fallen world. Part of this fallenness is the experience and reality of the natural decay and degeneration of all biological organisms. Our bodies fail in so many ways, from breakdowns within and assaults from without. This decay always and inevitably results in senescence, or death. Usually this process involves pain and great difficulty. Plus, death results, for the survivors, in deep and profound loss. It is the biggest enemy we have as persons.

Because advances in modern medicine involving both tests, procedures, and medication, we have been able, thankfully, to forestall this process for many, and alleviate the physical pain of it for others. But we have also developed certain expectations and hopes. The expectation and hope is that we will not be brought low by this process. We hate pain and loss. We want out of that bargain.

But so many of the tests, procedures, and medications that can help us are horribly expensive. We want to blame someone for this – blame the greed of pharmaceutical companies, insurance companies, equipment manufacturers, and doctors. But the truth is that this stuff IS expensive. And the terrible and difficult truth is that we cannot make good health for everyone affordable and accessible. It is simply impossible. We can either resign ourselves to a common lot of mediocre health care for all, or to inequalities in health care between some people and others.

The basic longing expressed in Mr. van Vuuren’s letter is a phantasm, a dream, perhaps one we understand and relate to, but a dream nonetheless. It is beyond utopian.

This itself becomes a problem - that what we want is impossible – individually and societally. Until that sinks in there will be no real progress in health care discussions.

Above and beyond what I have said already, I would take issue with several assumptions or comments in Mr. van Vuuren’s short letter.

First, there are issues of security greater than the health of the American people. Nuclear holocaust might be one. Protection against massive terrorism attacks might be another. I would venture to say that a rigorous education of a semi healthy population may also be a greater security risk. American people, even in days when they died much younger and knew much more pain, knew also that there were greater security issues than health. And they gave their lives accordingly.

Second, there is no system that can guarantee complete health and well being. OK, let me assume that this statement is hyberbolic. Complete health is beyond our reach no matter what we do, but even almost-complete health is impossibly non affordable. And of course, true health and well being is a matter that goes way beyond our physical circumstances.

Third, the idea that any such system is free is just a fantasy. I assume by "free" that this is an allusion to universal and governmentally provided health care. Well, that is certainly not free. The total increase in taxes required to provide such a guarantee would be massively expensive for everyone, not just “the rich.” And if the government is running it it would likely be much more expensive than what we have now.

I agree that this issue is crucial. It is crucial for several reasons. It is crucial because health is indeed important. It is crucial because utopian dreams cannot provide the basis of our governance of ourselves. It is crucial because we have to decide whether we want equally mediocre health care for all or inequality in health care based on income. The problem with the latter “choice” is that those people with means will always have access to immediate health care not available to everyone else. Just go to Canada for a while and you will see that. The wealthy will not wait months and months for an important procedure: they will just head down to the United States and get it done here. So equal mediocre health care is also an impossibility. Such socialist notions of equality are a phantom – there will always be those “more equal than others.”

But inequalities are hard to swallow, especially when what we need to be better and to feel better may be closed off to us yet available to another. This inequality itself breeds much discouragement and disillusionment and envy and hatred, and drives much political debate.

So I agree that the issue is very significant. It is significant in my personal life. It is significant for us as neighbors. It is significant for us as a culture. It is hugely complex and to a great extent intractable. But we must continue to seek ways to make more health care accessible to more people at less cost. We are looking at a gradual process, working toward a goal which itself is not attainable. Sort of like how I look at my life as a Christian.

Somehow it seems to me that we need to step back and recognize the impossibility of the goal and the anxieties, fears, and even unrealistic expectations we carry as human persons into this debate. For really this issue cuts to the core of our predicament as human beings. This debate is not just about health care; it is about death itself; the dark specter that hovers ruthlessly over our lives.

Somehow we have to simultaneously strive with much earnestness together toward greater equality and accessibility, while at the same time reminding ourselves that that which we most desire is not to be had. And we do this not in some detached philosophical way, but in a way whereby we let ourselves be truly touched by the human pain around us; desiring and seeking to alleviate it; not exploiting it for the sake of our political goals. And I think we ought to demonize others less. Less demagoguery would help a lot in this debate.

At the core of it “complete health and well-being” is much more than a health care issue, or a political issue. It is, in the end, a religious issue. It is the goal of most all the great religions; and certainly mine. How it comes to be attained, well, we discuss and debate that at a religious level too.

Let us each and all pray for incremental steps in the right direction, improvements that will touch the lives of many people, while also pray for that great idea that we have not thought of yet, that idea that can help us reach a semblance of the goal in this life expressed by Mr. van Vuuren.

I appreciate his letter.

Joel Gillespie

Photo of the Day - August 20, 2007 - "Nanny" as a Young Lady - Mid 1920's



My grandmother, "Nanny," as a fashionable young lady in the early to mid 1920's. She was then still "Mary Sue Andrews" of La Grange, Georgia, soon to be "Mary Sue Gillespie." I love the 1920's flapper style dress!

A Prayer/Blessing for the New School Year

Well, we have sent two daughters back to college, another starts 12th grade at Northwest next week, and we have just ordered curriculum for my 5th grade homeschooled daughter. Every school year I am reminded how time flies. The new school year is like, as Wikipedia says of Pink Floyd's "Time," "a memento mori describing the phenomenon in which time seems to pass more quickly as one ages."

It's always hard.

But here is my blessing for the new school year – it’s a prayer in the form of a blessing or benediction:

O Father…
May you keep our children safe from harm as they get to and from school each day by bus and by car
May you energize and excite our teachers for a new year of teaching, and give them a renewed love for their subjects, a love for their students, patience with central office edicts and low pay, and a renewed sense of their great calling
May you give the students a true love of learning new things in each of the areas they are called to study this year
May you moderate their homework so our students can get enough sleep
May you give wisdom and courage to the school board as it oversees the central office staff
May you give principles and assistant principals wisdom, strength, and energy to maintain order, motivate students and teachers, intervene rightly in crises, and address difficult issues each day
May you suppress gossip in the classroom and teacher’s lounges, and may you give our students respect for their teachers, and teachers for their principals
May you provide help for the overworked and underpaid throughout the system, particularly the support staff, and cause both students and teachers to show their appreciation for hard work done
May you protect each and every school from violence
May you suppress bullies of all kinds
May you give each student a growing and exciting sense of how you may use them and their gifts in serving others in this broken and fallen world
May you give those you are faltering, failing, and dropping out, new strength and vision to see a better future
May you cause students to reject drugs, sex, violence, and meanness and give help to those who are trapped in any of the above
May you help our guidance counselors, overwhelmed by so many students, have wisdom and strength to see and know and understand each person under their charge
May you give our superintendent every blessing of life, renewed purpose and vision, and primary concern for the students of Guilford County
May you call many new and talented young men and women into the great calling of teaching
Into Your hands I commit the school year, 2007/2008.
Amen

Friday, August 17, 2007

Cone Versus Blue Cross

OK, so I saw the full page ad today that the Cone Hospital Health System bought from the Rhino Times asking readers to call, e-mail, or send a “coupon” to the president of Blue Cross Blue Shield of NC. They want us to tell Blue Cross President and CEO Bob Greczyn to “negotiate a fair agreement with Moses Cone Health System." But I have to confess. I’m just not feeling sorry for Cone Hospital right now. And I feel like the Cone system is kind of blackmailing Blue Cross covered folk. Seems they are saying, “look, you help us charge you more or we will make life very inconvenient for you.” I never did like this city wide monopoly of health care. High Point Regional is looking better every day to me (well, except that I am covered by Blue Cross of South Carolina so I don’t even know if this spat applies to me). For me the consumer this situation seems like Wal-Mart telling me that I need to pressure HP to charge Wal-Mart less, or Wal-Mart will stop selling HP computers. Except that in this hypothetical case I can buy maybe a Dell or an E-Machine. When it comes to Greensboro hospitals there are no longer any options. Cone has a monopoly. So it seems to me that in this little spat between Blue Cross and Cone I should be pulling for Blue Cross. I mean, folks are always complaining about the cost of health care, and Blue Cross, by limiting the amount Cone can charge them (and us) for a procedure, is not only looking after their own interests, but looking after ours as well. Cone has always struck me as a little too money hungry. I mean, the few times we’ve really had to use the system it seemed the bill collectors were calling me before I even got home, and certainly before the bill had cleared the insurance company! And word is from my friends that getting money from Cone for services rendered to them is like pulling teeth, if I may use a medical metaphor, or maybe like extracting an appendix, or whatever. Help me out here people. Why should I be pulling for Cone? What am I missing?

Photo of the Day - August 17, 2007 - Five Amigos in New Hampshire

A bunch of college age friends on a summer New England camping/hiking trip.- me in the middle. Matt, the one on the left, died of a stroke about five years ago. Calvin, second from left, is living with his wife and kids in Asheville NC. Me, the one in the middle, am here in Greensboro NC. Skip, second to right - I don't know where Skip is. Bill, far right, Calvin's brother, is living with his wife and family in the Columbia SC area.

This was taken somewhere in New Hampshire, summer 1977.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Photo of the Day - August 15, 2007 - Lake Garibaldi from The Black Tusk

This picture is taken from the top of a volcanic core called The Black Tusk in British Columbia, looking almost straight south toward Lake Garibaldi, Mount Garibaldi, and "The Lions," two twin peaks in the small range on the north side of Vancouver, in the far distance. The trail head to The Tusk is about two hours north of Vancouver. You can see a picture of The Black Tusk from the trail here. You can see a picture of me atop The Black Tusk here. You can see a great view back toward Vancouver here. This trail is nine miles each way, with a 6000 foot elevation change. You can see the trail running along the knife-edge ridge in the picture above. To the left is a steep drop off to a glacier field. The last couple of hundred feet elevation-wise goes straight up through a kind of vertical tunnel in the core called "the chimney." You have to sort of shimmy up using leg pressure on the walls. It's really fun. To be honest, the last mile or so of this trail was very very hard. I was not in great shape and was not used to oxygen levels at 8000 feet, especially after walking eight miles already along with a mile elevation change. In the final ascent to The Tusk I thought my heart to was going to blow out of my chest. I contemplated stopping, but then decided I'd rather die right there than turn around (OK, stupid, I know), so I kept going, slowly. Once I got to the top I took a nap. After that I was so full of energy and adrenaline I ran most of the way down - laughing. It was fun running down the large field of volcanic rock - kind of more like a controlled slide or fall! I did the hike with the brother of a friend of mine - he was in better shape then I was! Oh, one other thing. On the way up a black bear with two cubs crossed the trail about 75 feet in front of us. At first just the adult bear appeared, and stood there staring at us, us staring back, and then I saw the cubs. It was way cool, but then I thought, "Oh my..." Thankfully Mrs. Bear decided we weren't a threat or worth her trouble and the three of them moved along. Whew!

Monday, August 13, 2007

Photo of the Day - August 13, 2007 - Clancey

Clancey 1971-1981
Columbia SC
My Buddy

Taken in my front yard, Columbia SC, about 1979. Clancey and I had all kinds of chase and capture games we played (with "rules" - for an Irish Setter he was pretty sharp!), and I would often collapse onto the ground and just hang out with him. He liked gnawing on pine cones - I love the "don't mess with my pine cone" expression!! This is a scan from a print. He was a great great pet, a great friend, and I will always miss him

See Flickr photostream here.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Photo of the Day - August 11, 2007 - Yellow Zinnia


From our Zinnia Garden.

See my "Home and Garden" set here.

Joel

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Photo of the Day - Wednesday August 8, 2007 - Butterfly Bush Flower Cluster



From our butterfly garden.

Check out my Flickr photo stream here.

Ah, Feels Like Home

Highs between 95 and 100, humidity close to 100%, air not moving, hazy gray skies, feels like hitting a wall when you step outside - ahh, just like home! Oh Columbia, Columbia!

Monday, August 06, 2007

Photo of the Day - August 6, 2007 - Butterfly on Black Eyed Susans



Taken in my backyard butterfly garden.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/joelgillespie/

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Astral Weeks

I finally got around over the last ten days to listening to Van Morrison's "Astral Weeks" after having ordered it months ago. Wow. It is an amazing album, his first studio album I think, recorded in 1968. Many of us are more familiar with the Van Morrison of the "Moondance" stage two years later. "Moondance" contains an almost perfect collection of refined jazz/bluesy songs, some of which are my favorite songs of all time, like "Into the Mystic" and "Brand New Day" (which I have asked to be played at my funeral!). "Astral Weeks" is entirely different. It is less refined. The songs are not as distinctive one from another. I rather think of the songs in "Astral Weeks" as being like movements in a symphony. The music is more free-form, with acoustic guitar played by Morrison, flute, violin, and a truly amazing jazz bass. The song lyrics are mysterious and soulful, deeply soulful, evocative of Morrison’s Irish roots (maybe another reason I like him – my Irish heritage). Van Morrison's voice is at once a conveyor of his lyrics, and then like an instrument itself. It is hard to pay attention in a single listen to the song lyrics, the music, and the voice as an instrument. I like the whole record; the second song, "Beside You," is one of the most hauntingly beautiful songs I have ever heard. This is a work that I think has a timeless quality that is not stuck in any era of music. If you have not heard it, check it out, but give it two or three listens before you decide what you think about it. It really gets under your skin.

Friday, July 13, 2007

Photo of the Day - July 13, 2007 - Twoo Wove, on a Texan Thistle.



I thought this might amuse some of you. Twoo Wove, on a Texan Thistle.

Joel

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Friday, June 15, 2007

Photo of the Day - June 15, 2007 - Dad

I particularly like this picture of Dad, taken in the late 70's I would guess. He would have been a little younger than I am now. He is sitting behind the counter at Gillespie Cleaners in Columbia SC. We had to suck up to all kinds of SC sports fans, as you can tell from the wall behind him. Dad himself was a graduate of UNC Chapel Hill. I have his old Chapel Hill mug on my desk right here. He would have loved too see two of his grand daughters there! I can't walk Franklin Street without thinking of him.

My dad had his stuff, but I am grateful that I grew up in a family where my father loved me and told me so, hugged me (he was a big guy and did great bear hugs), and supported some of my more hair brained adventures. I was closer in those days to my dad then my mom, maybe because I had to bear much of the burden of his problems, maybe because he was easier to talk to, and more open about himself. In the latter couple of years of his life we got closer still, talking about the bigger issues of life. He was a good man, kind hearted, affectionate, generous, and encouraging of me. Dad, I miss you. I wish we could walk over and eat lunch at the drug store, maybe check out a movie tonight, watch a game together, or play golf tomorrow. Happy Father's Day, Dad. I love you. Joe.

You can check out more pictures of Curtis Claunch Gillespie, Jr. here.

Thank Goodness for Global Warming

If you’re old like me, you may remember, you know, back in the day…when farmer Jones, in face of dried out corn stalks due to serious drought, or rotting fungal-infected plants due to too much rain, would have to prostrate Himself before the Almighty, and appeal to His goodness and His power, and ask either that rain would come, or that rain would abate, whatever the need may be. Then he would struggle deeply within trying to figure out the philosophical and theological mysteries surrounding the question of how a good and all powerful God would allow his crops to fail and his family to go broke. Well, those days are gone. “Honey,” his wife says at breakfast, “the corn seems awfully dry.” “Yep,” says the farmer looking over his morning paper, “global warming.” At the same time, one state over, another farmer’s wife expresses her worry over breakfast. “Honey” she said, “the crops are rotting.” “Yes dear,” he replies, “global warming,” as he goes back to his paper.

It used to be really hard to fire people, especially in academia. It’s easy now. “Do you solemnly swear, upon your mother’s grave, that you believe that the earth is warming up, and that the cause of it is CO2 emissions by human beings.” “Well, uh, my mother’s not dead.” "Damn it, you know what I mean, now do you?” “Uh, well, I am not really sure.” “You’re Fired!”

Life has gotten way easier to understand. Hurricanes grown more powerful? Global warming. Not enough hurricanes and their associated rain? Global warming. Late cold snap in New England? Global warming. Spreading deserts in Africa? Global warming.

There was a time when people in my line of work had a role to play helping people figure out the deep mysteries and complexities of life. No more. Global arming is putting us out of business. I guess that’s good really.

Where would we all be without global warming?

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

An Open Letter to John Hammer

Dear John,

Although I am, generally speaking, a fiscal and social conservative, and thus more often than not agree with you on a range of other issues, after several years of seeing you put into print the salaries of those in the higher range of pay in our school system, I must finally offer my objections.

I want first to address my own view of your reporting of the names and salaries of these emplyees. In doing so I am going to deal primarily with teachers.

The manner in which Guilford County schools pays teachers is established by strict formula. This is published on their public web site. Anybody can find it out. There is a dismally low starting salary for a starting teacher with a college degree, and then salaries increase slowly based upon years of experience, advanced educational degrees, and certain approved extra certification processes. There is no mystery here. But to publish names and salaries as you do is, to my way of thinking, just nosiness and bad form. It would be better, if you just had to make your wrongheaded point, to publish the pay scales themselves, and perhaps the number of teachers who fit into each range of pay, say $30-40,000, $40-5000, etc. There is just no point in putting names to salaries except to create ill will, usually misguided, between people of our community and our teachers. You aren’t reporting the whole truth nor the appropriate context, so you are only half informing the public anyway. A little knowledge is a dangerous thing.

And, in fact, what you have published, at least regarding teacher salaries, proves the exact opposite of what you intend. We have a county of almost 450,000 people with one giant unified school system. That system has thousands of teachers (maybe you could come up with that number for us). Of these thousands, the very highest paid of all of them who is not an athletic director, is a person with 35 years of experience, a Ph. D., and National Board Certification. And she gets paid only $70,000. That is pathetic! What does that mean about the rest of the bell curve? Yes, that it is low, too low, way too low. Thank you for proving my long held contention that we pay our teachers way too little.

Look at the lower end of the scale. The entry salary for teachers, given that a college degree plus teacher certification is required, is abysmal. It is no wonder that it is hard to get college graduates to go into teaching. Yes, there are other things that contribute to teaching being a difficult field of work and which keep people from pursuing it. Again, these conditions argue for more and not less pay for teachers who must endure many indignities and much abuse along the way.

I was a public school teacher for five years back in the 1980’s. I taught physics, chemistry, biology, and physical science. My starting salary was $13,000. I had six years of college education when I started. I was rolling in the dough.

I can personally attest that teaching, if a teacher seeks to do it well, is exhausting work from morning to night. Standing up in a room and engaging five or six classes of students a day, even in good school conditions, is incredibly draining. I do not think most people have any idea what it requires in terms of energy and stamina. Then there are often conferences or tutoring times before school, and the inevitable dealing with parents who are upset because little Johnny made a C on a paper. Teachers live under a constant cloud of lawsuits in our litigious society. You would have no idea how often parents threaten court if they don’t get their way. There is endless paper work. Then one has to prepare for one’s classes. For any conscientious teacher this means hours of work at home every night, and the constant fear of not being totally on top of things. There is much anxiety and stress related to this issue of daily readiness, which accounts curiously for the almost universal nightmares that teachers have. Then of course there is the task of correcting and grading papers and often taking night classes to try to upgrade one's standing. There is pressure that never lets up. There are issues of safety, of threat, and intimidation. OK, so some readers say that I am describing their lives. Well, then they should have sympathy for our teachers.

And of course, in our system teachers must work now under the indignity of EOG’s being the be all and end all. This is sapping the motivation and energy and creativity of our best teachers, forcing them into being automatons rather than the caring creative intelligent people that most of them are.

But rather than creating good will in the eyes of the public, you are causing people, due to the lack of full reporting, to draw false conclusions about teachers who already are insufficiently paid, and in some cases causing people to draw false conclusions about particular individuals. This will only sap public motivation to provide the resources our schools and teachers desperately need. You are doing the general public good a great disservice. I do not believe that it is in the public good to continue to put together names to salaries before the face of the public as you do. There are other and more honoring ways of making your very poor point.

Add the idea that teachers have two months off is such a total joke that is does not become a man of your otherwise high intelligence. Because of their generally low pay, teachers constantly have to find work in those periods of time when they are not due in the classroom. I did this for five years. Having a ten month contract was a burden in my mind, not a blessing. What, do you think they are using all their extra money from their inflated salaries to sit on beaches in Aruba? Come on John. That “time off” is no holiday. In addition to needing to find work in the summer, many teachers must spend the two months of summer taking classes so that they can get to a higher grade in the pay scale, or, in some cases, so that they can continue to teach what they teach - or so as to have their contracts renewed.

Yes, many government employees are paid inadequately. Rather than this being an argument to lower teacher pay, maybe it should be an argument to raise general government employee pay.

John, I just don’t think you have enough appreciation and gratitude for the myriads of public servants who work hard day in and day out to make your life better and safer.

On one point I agree. We have too many assistant superintendents draining away too many resources. There is a bloated bureaucracy above the teachers. If we could eliminate jobs there, we could pay teachers a little more. I would be all for that.

And I admit to the fact that it is easier than it should be to be slack as a teacher. We have all known slack teachers (and slack lawyers, accountants, doctors, and pastors). It is hard to find a formula or a procedure for measuring true effectiveness and thereby increasing true accountability. That is an area that still needs work, but I am describing a small minority of our teachers.

Back to the one non athletic director you singled out, just listen to yourself. We have a person with 35 years of experience, a Ph. D., and a demanding National Board Certification, and you’re complaining that she makes $70,000. Let’s compare similar years of experience, education, and certification with people from dozens of other professional vocational areas. Why don’t you do that, John?

This teacher who is the highest paying non athletic director is also my friend. She is a great teacher, and she has paid her dues in 35 years of educational experience. She earns her salary. She loves her work and her students. She is a good and faithful public servant. So are the thousands of teachers below her in the salary scale, many of whom also are my friends. I wish you would find another way to make your misguided point, a way that is not intended to embarrass and disparage individuals. It is beneath you.

Joel Gillespie

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Jesus of Nazareth by Pope Benedict XVI

Every so often a book comes along that deeply moves and inspires me as a person, and as a Christian. I can never know when this will happen. Many books disappoint, and many surprise.

I am right in the middle of one of those amazing books. It is “Jesus of Nazareth: From the Baptism in the Jordan to the Transfiguration” by Joseph Ratzinger, otherwise known as Pope Benedict XVI.

OK, I am an evangelical Protestant pastor. How can I speak such of a book by the Roman Catholic Pope of all people?

I remember hearing Johnny Cash commenting on the Nine Inch Nails’ song “Hurt.” His words: “Well, a good song is a good song.”

And a good book is a good book.

A few words about it...

First, this is not a book which carries in the mind of its distinguished writer, the head of the Roman church, what we might refer to as "papal authority." It is not, using Catholic language, and Benedict's own words, a “Magisterium,” which means that it does not carry the teaching authority of the Church or of the Pope as pope. It is a very personal work. In it Pope Benedict is seeking the face of Jesus. The book reflects his own personal journey over time to understand the Jesus of the Gospels. He even invites critique of all things!

Second, whatever your image may be of Joseph Ratzinger, this book will change it. In it you see deeply into his own heart, and what is there is a humble and gentle spirit, and a deep godliness. He deals gently with those who object to the traditional view of Jesus, and his interaction with the arguments in Jewish scholar Jacob Neusner’s “A Rabbi Talks with Jesus” is worth the price of the book. It should be archetypal for how Christians should interact with their Jewish neighbors, and their Jewish critics. I can’t wait to read Neusner’s book, because, from what I can glean from the sections in “Jesus of Nazareth" that relate to Neusner, Neusner understands the message and person of Jesus better than many Christians; he just does not buy it.

Third, the Pope is a superb scholar, in the very best sense of that word. He is a man who has obviously devoted much of his long life to biblical and theological and historical studies. He is well read, current, respectful, and knows what he is talking about.

Fourth, this is not “Jesus for Dummies.” Because Benedict does interact with prevailing trends, some knowledge of theological and biblical lingo would be helpful. But this is most true in the long and excellently written introduction, subtitled “An Initial Reflection on the Mystery of Jesus.” In that introduction Pope Benedict shows why even appropriate scientific historical critical approaches to the Bible cannot be the only approaches, given that the subject of the study is not only an historical figure written about in a writing subject to historical and scientific analysis, but is also the object of our faith. Even if you are not a Christian, if you know enough of the lingo to follow his argument in the opening chapter, you may well end up with a deeper respect for the manner in which Christian folks approach the Bible and its message. The rest of the book is more accessible to the average reader I would say.

Fifth, Pope Benedict is a very good writer. He is clear, and he is gentle. He also writes in a way that speaks to the heart. For me personally as a Christian, the manner in which he speaks and makes his points really speaks to me in a personal manner. He draws me into the kind of relationship with God that I desire to have.

I have always been struck by this observation – that where we as historically orthodox Catholics and Protestants agree (and that is in a very large number of the most essential matters), the Catholic writers just put it differently. I have found their way of putting things, drawn from their long history, culture, and spiritual temperament, to be refreshing. I even love the Catholic Catechism. Where I disagree with it, say about Mary, or papal authority, or justification, or the Eucharist, or veneration of the saints, or purgatory, I can read respectfully, or just skip over. Where I agree with it, I find I am blessed by the way it puts things.

Sixth, I think because of the more serious nature of much Catholic spiritual writing, as compared to so much of the mass-market driven Protestant drivel out there, I think this book provides an opportunity for people to see Jesus, the historic and living Jesus, in a new and deeper way. Benedict really is gifted at cutting to the core of the matter.

I have so far only gotten through the chapters on Jesus’ baptism, the Sermon on the Mount, and the Lord’s Prayer. I plan to read the whole book, and then read it again. I cannot know for sure if at the end of the book that I am not going to be sucker punched by a Catholic apologetic, but nothing so far suggests that I will. Yes, there are references to Catholic teachings or practices, but mainly those are areas in which much of the historic Protestant Church agrees.

Seventh, Pope Benedict does a superb job connecting the old and the new testaments, or covenants. He shows how it is that Christians see Jesus as the fulfillment of what Christians call the Old Testament, and how the Old Covenant anticipated Jesus of Nazareth. Even if, say, a Jewish reader, did not in the end accept the Christian view, I think that this book would help him to respect it.

Eighth, every chapter so far has turned up for me fresh ways of seeing and understanding Jesus, his person and his mission. I by no means think that I am even close to understanding these matters in fullness, but it has been getting hard lately to find writers who open up new vistas. Benedict does that for me. Maybe down the road I will summarize some of those new vistas.

In conclusion, if you want to see into the heart of Jesus of Nazareth, and would like to understand better who he was (and is), or shall I say, who historic orthodox (as compared to liberal) Christians understand Him to be, I strongly recommend this book. But be careful! You may not find the same stereotypical historic orthodox Christianity and Jesus that you have loved to hate, well, if you do I mean.

Check it out. You’ll see what I mean.

Joel

Software Question

I have a computer software question if anyone wants to throw some advice my way. Do any of you have experience using one of the non-Microsoft but Windows-based e-mail programs like Opera, Mozilla, or Eudora? I am considering moving away from Outlook and was wondering if anyone had experience using one of these other options and could make a receommendation. And no, I can’t buy a Mac right now.

Photo of the Day - June 12, 2007 - Looking Up into a Fisher Park Tulip Poplar


Liriodendron tulipifera
Tulip Polar
Fisher Park, Greensboro, NC

Tulip Poplar

It’s not a tulip, and it’s not a poplar, but the tulip poplar is one of our most beautiful and important trees in Guilford County. Indeed, it is quite likely that the tallest tree we have in Guilford County is a tulip poplar, as it is generally the tallest tree found in the eastern United States, and the second largest in girth after the great lowland sycamores.

Straight and tall the tulip poplar grows. The bark is light in color, furrowed more and more as the tree increases in diameter. As it grows in height it sheds quickly its lower limbs, such that in an older mature specimen, the first limbs may not appear until fifty feet up, usually stout short limbs coming off the trunk horizontally before heading upwards.

In the winter if you see a straight tall light colored tree trunk, look to the top and you will usually see at the ends of the branches the light colored petal-like stalks of the tulip poplar’s cone still hanging on from the previous fall and shining in the winter sun above the other trees.

In May, high up in the tulip tree, well after the leaves have come out for the new season, the tulip tree blooms. It’s too bad we only get to see the flowers after they fall (unless we have very good eye sight), for they are a lovely and unusual mix of green and orange, somewhat in the shape of a tulip, hence the tree’s name. These delicate flowers coat the ground under the tulip tree, and make for lots of sweeping on driveways and sidewalks.

The flower gives way to a soft cone-like structure which houses small fruits about an inch long which mature on the tree and remain until the late fall, usually being carried away by an autumn wind. Sometimes the cone will drop as a whole, but more usually it will stay on the twig over the winter, coming apart only gradually piece by piece. These light colored cone-remains, as mentioned above, are a dead giveaway for the tulip poplar in the winter. If you do see a full cone on the ground, and it reminds you of a magnolia cone, well, the tulip tree is in the same family as the magnolia.

The leaf of the tulip poplar is also very distinctive, fairly large, about five or six inches tall and wide, and also, curiously enough, shaped like a tulip flower! Think of two wide mittens, right and left, placed on top of each other with the respective thumbs sticking out, and you have the idea of the tulip poplar leaf.

The tulip poplar is one of the very first trees to begin changing colors in the fall, usually a yellow color of moderate brightness, though sometime shining forth in more brilliant array. The turning of the tulip poplar leaf is one of the first sure signs that fall is around the corner.

As a wood, tulip poplar is light in weight, almost like a pine. Useful for many building, manufacturing, storage, and packaging purposes, it was extensively logged all over the south, particularly after the railroad made getting huge pieces to the saw mills easier, and only a few stands of virgin tulip poplar remain in the state, one of them in the Joyce Kilmer Forest in Western North Carolina.

Thankfully it is a fast growing tree, so many quite large second or third growth specimens grow throughout Guilford County.

Indians as well as early pioneers made excellent canoes from the tulip poplar, given its light weight, relative strength, and ease of working. It is said that Daniel Boone and his family left Kentucky in a sixty foot long dugout canoe made from a massive tulip poplar tree. Now that’s a big canoe!

Monday, June 11, 2007

Photo of the Day - June 11, 2007 -The View from Shining Rock, in January

On a warm summer day I thought I would give you a little breath of chill from this wintry picture taken in western North Carolina, from the top of Shining Rock, in Shining Rock Wilderness Area. It happened to be approximately 20 below Fahrenheit the day and night I was there. I like this picture because you can see the snowy trail below. I believe that that is the Old Butt Trail. Shining Rock, like Joyce Kilmer, is also a very cool place, thought the two are very different from each other, Shining Rock being much more alpine. And they are both in our state. You should go there sometime!

Visit my Flickr photostream here.

Joel

Friday, June 08, 2007

Photo of the Day - June 9, 2007 - Guilford County Farm House

I took this driving around SE Guilford County. It's still pretty rural and nice down there. This may have been on Highway 61. Well, I think. I may have to revisit that.

Cheers,

Joel

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Photo of the Day - June 7, 2007 - Go Ahead and Jump

A while back a group of four friends including myself did a nine day bike tour all across South Carolina. It was a blast. Somewhere between Charleston and Savannah (we stopped in at Beaufort and Hilton Head) we were riding along a very long bridge across a very large river inlet. So we stopped to take it in. The water looked very nice. We debated about jumping. There was a steel pipe running up an abutment and we thought we could climb up that. One of the guys, Bo, said he would go first to show us the way. We were maybe 20 feet above the water. Anyway, Bo jumped. He hit the water and went under. To our and his surprise he popped up about 50 feet upriver, as the tide was coming in hard. It took all of his strength to swim back to the abutment. On the way up the pole on the abutment the pole broke loose and Bo fell back into the water. There was no way for him to get up and we were a mile from land in either direction. A fishing boat came up, cursed us out for being stupid fools, and threw us a rope. We pulled Bo up by the rope, threw the rope back to the fisherman, and went our merry way. Good thing we didn't all jump.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Photo of the Day - June 6, 2007 - Joyce Kilmer Wildflowers

I took this picture on a backpacking trip in Joyce Kilmer/Slick Rock Wilderness Area a few years back. The photo pros don't seem to care much for this shot - no primary focus area, bland colors, lack of contrast, etc., but I have always been partial to it. Often when I am in the woods I like to sit down against a tree to take in my surroundings. I even have a way of slightly squinting my eyes to get a feel for the light and colors around me. I love to have a sense of my whole field of view filled with color, texture, and light. It is my way of perceiving what I think GM Hopkins was talking about in his concept of "inscape." This picture faithfully captures the inscape of that moment, and the collage effect of light and color. Plus I like the flowers.

Joyce Kilmer is an awesome place. If you ever have a couple of days for a weekend backpacking trip, this is a great place for it, a wonderful magical world with some amazingly huge trees, a grassy bald, a spur hike to an outcrop with a 360 degree view, and a beautiful forest. It's a place that would make its namesake proud. And it's in our state, barely!

To browse my Flickr site, go here.

Thanks,

Joel

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Photo of the Day - May 29, 2007 - Two Kids in Amsterdam

I spent four days in Amsterdam in April 1978 - was totally taken by the place - I walked everywhere it seemed - saw these two guys in an alley and they were kind to let me take their picture. I wonder where they are now - what they're doing - I guess they would be late 30's or so! I miss my Fujica 801 - left it on the plane on the way back from this trip!

You can see other pictures of my 1978 Europe trip here.

Joel

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Photo of the Day - May 24, 2007 - Boots

Yesterday, featuring a picture of our cat Socks, I wrote about how we got Socks and his little sister Boots. This is Boots. She is tiny, but seems to enjoy beating up on poor Socks! How they tear around the house, usually right about midnight!

For some other pictures of Boots, not all flattering poses, look here, and here, and here.

Joel

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Photo of the Day - May 23 2007 - Socks

Don't let those beady eyes fool you. Socks is a wimp. And a sweetheart. He is a great cat. We didn't intend to end up with four cats (you've seen Corduroy; Mohawk and Boots are coming). Our oldest cat Mohawk is 15 years old. She is a grump, but a nice old grump. A few years back we decided to get our youngest daughter Madeline a cat, and we ended up getting two, whom we named Corduroy and Oxford. They came from different litters, but were the same age, and grew up as brothers. They were inside/outside cats. Corduroy became a real cat of the night, a hunter, and was more aloof. Oxford remained closer to home, in body and heart. He was a first rate cat pet. During the day he followed Madeline around and sat with her wherever she went, doing school work (we home school Madeline), reading, sitting at the computer, whatever. He loved to sleep on the back of the couch right behind wherever you were sitting. At night he usually slept in the bed with Anna, my fourth daughter. One day a lady from the neighborhood came up to tell us there was a dead cat in her yard, and she thought it might be ours. I went down to see, and yes, it was Oxford. Only Madeline was home with me. It was really really sad, and terrible to see her suffer so. (We still expect foul play - at the time there were a group of teenage guys vandalizing the neighborhood, and we had turned them in for something to the police, and they had done various things to us in retaliation. Oxford seems to have taken a blow to the top of the head. Yes, it could have been a car, but one of the boys was seen in the vicinity about the time our neighbor told us about the cat.)

I believe in the reality and significance of relationships with animals, and thus the very real grief we experience when they leave us. I've never taken this lightly, for myself, or for others, nor as a pastor. Anyway, I wrapped Oxford in plastic bags, and when Anna came home I broke the news to her, and let her pet Oxford and say goodbye. We brought Corduroy over and let him sniff and look at Oxford's body too. He was obviously very depressed for a week or two. We then had a ceremony and buried Oxford in the back yard. Well, the grief was so bad that three to four days into it we decided we just had to get Madeline another kitten to try to get her mind off it. So, we went to the Cat Clinic, and wouldn't you know it, someone had just found an abandoned litter of kittens and given the whole litter to the Cat Clinic to give away. So, we ended up getting two new kittens - Boots the small gray female, and Socks the larger black male. We decided they would be inside cats. They are about three years old now and they still run around the house wrestling and playing, especially late at night. They are mischievous and fun, just as cats are supposed to be. When they wrestle, it's always Socks who cries uncle, even though he is twice the size of Boots. He is a wimp. But he is so affectionate; he loves to have his coat brushed; he begs for attention; he is very sweet. Boots is sweet too, and follows Madeline around kind of like Oxford did. I love this picture of Socks, taken with a cheap digital camera. It just exudes his "Socks-ness."

For more pictures of our felines along the way, look here.

Joel

PS On the way to work today I stopped for a foot long snapper crossing Regents Park Lane. I got out and moved him. It's hard to know where turtles are wanting to go, and you hate to disorient them, but I put him close to a nearby creek. Well, as a reward I got doused with turtle pee. I say turtle pee. I wonder if turtles "store" water within the spaces under their shell to keep them moist when they are on land. Does anybody know?

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Photo of the Day - May 22, 2007 - The Vatican Easter 1978

It was mostly by happenstance that I ended up at the Vatican on Easter Sunday 1978. We had been in Florence, and realized "tomorrow is Easter," and we said "well let's go to Rome." So we took an overnight train, got in quite early, and were able to find ourselves right near the front of what turned out to be quite a crowd. Pope Paul VI gave greetings that Easter, Marcfh 26, 1978. This would be his last Easter. He would die that year, to be succeeded by Pope John Paul I, who lived only avery short time after election, to be succeeded by the famous and popular Pope John Paul II. The Vatican was so packed that day, you could almost lift up your legs and not fall. People were fainting. The estimate was that there were over 200,000 people, which would be largest group of people I had or have ever been in. We were right at the front ropes because we got there about 5:00am. Had a great view of the Swiss Guard, and of the Pope. It was a neat day. His message that day can be found here.

Monday, May 21, 2007

Photo of the Day - May 21, 2007 - Zermatt

I'm kind of hot sitting where I am right now, and this picture brought a wave of refreshment to me as I perused alternatives for today's photo. So I thought I'd share it with you. I had always wanted to see the Matterhorn, near Zermatt, ever since my girlfriend in high school told me that my nose reminded her of it! :) Plus I had seen incredible pictures of that great peak. I wanted to go alpine! So, in our travels around Europe in March/April 1978 my friends and I took a long detour to Zermatt. I remember an old creaky train ride almost straight up a mountain. That was cool. Anyway, it was late when we got to Zermatt, and after a night in the youth hostel we awoke to almost white out conditions the next morning. This is what it looked like after the snow had calmed down a bit. Needless to say, I never saw the Matterhorn. But it was beautiful in Zermatt that day.

You are invited to explore my Flickr photostream here.

Joel

Friday, May 18, 2007

The Immigration Bill Stinketh, I Thinketh

Well, I am trying to decide something. If both Nancy Pelosi AND the Heritage Foundation oppose a bill, does that mean it is likely good or bad? Hmmm.

Personally from what I can tell I am disappointed in the Immigration Reform Bill, and maybe finding myself agreeing with both Pelosi and the Heritage Foundation in limited areas.

So, what’s the big deal about amnesty? Good grief, if we didn’t give amnesty to one another every once in a while we’d all be dead. Sometimes, when you’ve done something so bad for so long, you just have to accept the consequences. I know a person who did a very bad thing. It is long done now. That person’s life is a wreck. Now that person needs help. I think I need some amnesty in my heart.

We’ve had terrible immigration enforcement laws for a long time. We let this state of affairs get to what it is. What, we blame Mexicans for wanting to come here. It is a compliment.

New laws should first strive to restore families, and only then shift toward bringing in talented and gifted people? So, we’re going to send a family member home and break up the family? Unless the person is a criminal that is just not right.

And are talented, gifted, educated people the ones we really most need? I mean, as one Mexican said, how many degrees do you need to make $9 an hour picking beets? Seems to me Mexico needs to keep their doctors and engineers and we could really use their labor.

I am for amnesty for the illegal aliens that are here now. We have screwed it up for so long we have to accept our responsibility in that. Not for the ones with criminal records or felonies. But or the ones who have been decent members of our communities. We need to send Mexico’s criminals back to Mexico. For the rest, we need to fast track them to citizenship and to full immediate family restoration without making the “illegal” go back to Mexico or wherever first. This whole splitting up families thing gives me a very bad vibe, makes me think of another very dark and terrible part of our national history. I don’t like it one little bit.

I am also for strict crimes that we will enforce against employers who willingly hire illegal aliens, or who make no effort to find out their status, or who look the other way.

Then, I do think we need to crack down on the border. I do not trust Pelosi and gang to do that no matter what the bill says. Fences, walls, barbed wire, electric wire, I don’t care. Whatever it takes and no matter how much it costs – we’ve got to get a handle on our border. Good grief, people could be walking in with suitcase nukes as far as we know.

And then we need a good guest worker program like we have now with temporary visa’s. But we have to be able to track these people. Civil libertarians won’t like it, but we may just need to get those national ID cards. We can’t let people in on guest worker visas only to let them melt into the population and never go back.

So, personally, I think the bill is too hard as regards the “A” word. Let’s just accept reality, call amnesty “amnesty,” and then extend it.

I think the bill is too soft regarding the borders. It seems to me, as far as I can tell, just to be words. I want to see the money, the backbone, the resolve in a real funded plan with teeth, and fences, for how we are going to do this. I don’t see that yet.

So, in summary, I think we need to get tough and get gentle at the same time. And we need to keep families in mind before our own need for Ph.D.’s.

Joel

Just Say "No" To Hate Crime Legislation

Looks like we’re in for another veto and House and Senate battle over recent hate crime legislation. I offer a few thoughts here, confessing that I am finding it hard to find the actual wording of the current bills. So I speak of hate crime laws more generally.

I ain’t for ‘em. That is because I am a Christian, or a conservative, and I am hateful, right? Wrong. I hate hate, as a matter of fact. I think hatred towards other human beings made in the image of God is morally wrong. I think it is reprehensible. And I think such hatred is the legal right of every person who lives under the protection of our constitution.

I find hate crime laws to be wrong headed on the face of it, unfairly applied, legally confusing, and an affront eventually to a precious right of free and open speech.

As to the wrong headedness I just flat out disagree that a crime is made worse because of how the criminal thought or felt about the victim. It is important to get into the heads of criminals to establish motive. Hate may be a motive which helps establish a case and which helps lead to conviction. But you know, as regards serious crimes like murder something like hatred is almost always involved. Whether that hatred is produced by racism, sexism, envy, jealousy, or embarrassment is really not relevant except to establish motive, and thus reach a conviction. Is a murder victim more or less dead whether the source of hatred was racism or envy? Is a criminal more or less dead when they get the needle because they killed out of hatred? Is it more wrong for a group of red necks to kill a gay guy than it is for a group of gang members to kill a member of another gang? Is it more wrong to kill a person because he is black than it is to kill a person because he got a promotion and you didn’t? Is it more wrong to kill a person because he is handicapped than it is to kill a person because he stole your girl friend? I don’t think so. Is the murderer more guilty of murder because he murdered out of hatred? No. I see hate crime laws, especially on the federal level, as a way of succumbing to the pressure of special interests to be treated as an especially protected and hence a favored sub group of the population. I think hate crime laws are about power. Grabbing it that is. Using it that is. Frankly I think they are, well, hateful. I say that due to the vehement angry speech of the proponents of hate crime legislation.

And let me ask you, do we want a world where people kill others not out of hate? I mean, what is worse, a person with no reason for killing, no conscience, no feelings, who just goes around killing, or a person who kills out of hate? “Shit,” some guy says, “I just like killing people.” What hate crime is that lunatic guilty of?

There is no way to apply hate crimes fairly unless we make a protected special minority out of everybody. Shall we make the rich into a specially protected group because they are killed for being rich? Shall we make child molesters into a specially protected group because they are killed out for being child molesters? Shall we make the promoted into a specially protected group because they are killed out of envy? Do we protect the Bloods because they tend to be killed by the Crips and vice versa? I mean, by the time we protect all the possible kinds of people who get killed due to hate, we have just about protected everybody, and thus the legislation means nothing.

And what a mess we make of the actual criminal proceedings. Now we not only get into the head of people to discern motive, but to discern whether they hated uniquely a special group of specially protected people. How do we really do that? We do that by making broad generalizations based on prior speech. Or by reading diaries. Or maybe we develop a "hate detector test." Maybe we can invent a hate screening machine to use at airports. Maybe we anoint a very special group of psychoanalysts gifted in discerning hate to decide this for us? Shall they be appointed by the President? With advice and consent of the Senate?

And then, how do we really define hate? Can we really tell the difference between dislike and hate? Can we really tell the difference between hate for one person and hate for a group of persons? My goodness what a mess.

I remember one day in high school I was walking out of the auditorium. There was a guy, a black guy, that I didn't like and didn't get along with. I liked almost every other person in the school, white or black. So I was walking out of the auditorium and he shouts across the whole room, "Hey Gillespie, you don't like me because I'm black," And I shouted back, "No, David, I don't like you because you're a smart ass." That shut him up. But are we really so good at telling the difference?

Which gets me to the most chilling apart of this whole deal, the assault on free speech. I agree that there is a kind of speech that very purposefully and specifically incites to violence and I agree that such speech must be dealt with. However, hate crime legislation tends to morph into hate speech legislation. Because I oppose gay marriage I have been called hateful, my position has been vilified as a position rooted in hate. Well, I’m not and it isn’t. So, if I speak out against gay marriage, there will be a time when my speech will fall under hate crime laws, and my speech will be silenced, and I may go to jail. Look, if some moron wants to get up and call Christians Nazis, scumbags, morons, then let them. If some guy wants to stand up and call white people crackers" or "honkies" or "Klansmen" they are free to do that. If some moron wants to stand up and call gay people faggots then that is his right. He is an idiot, he is wrong, and the court of public opinion will side against him. If some skinhead brute wants to get up and call black people “niggers" then let his stupid self do that. He is only making a total bigoted moronic idiot out of himself. But if he calls people to "kill niggers," then we arrest him and lock him up for a very long time.

People everyday say the most terrible things about Christians such that if they said the same sort of things about these specially protected groups they would be vilified or put in the slammer or kicked out of school or given an “F” for hate speech. As far as I am concerned, if people want to call Christians morons, bigots, fools, blasphemers, or worse, that is their business. If they incite and encourage people to kill Christians then that becomes my business.

We already have statues against murder, rape, threats to violence, conspiracies to inflict harm, etc. Hate crime legislation adds nothing substantive to those laws. But it does create a chilling ripple effect as regards free speech. And for that reason mostly I oppose it.

Joel

Photo of the Day - May 18, 2007 - Edward Waters

Here is a picture of my friend Edward Waters at Hanging Rock, taken last summer. Just another take on a beautiful place close by. The pic kind of makes me think about Jeremiah Johnson! Edward has the best doggon' hiking stick around - made of tulip poplar. I just like this picture. Edward is a very very talented poet, song writer, and singer. You can find his work at his main Edward Waters web site, and on his two blogs, Rambles of One Windborn(e) and When the Sky Draws Close

Hey, if you get the chance take a drive up to Hanging Rock State Park and support our State Park System. Tell 'em what a great job they are doing. And while you're there take a hike and get that heart pumping!

Joel



Thursday, May 17, 2007

Photo of the Day - May 17, 2007 - English Bay at Sunset

I was very fortunate to have spent three years of my life in Vancouver BC. It is a beautiful city, and highly photogenic. It is also crowded and smoggy and struggling with all the same issues with which major urban centers struggle. I learned a lot there about what makes for a successful urban environment. We in Greensboro could learn a lot from Vancouver on many issues.

One of the ever present delights of Vancouver wase the array of huge ships from all over the world that came to port there. The passageway into Burrard's inlet into the main ship docking area was rather small, and so ships would line up in English Bay much likeplanes on a runway, waiting there turn. It was fun to try to read the writing on the ships, look at their flags, and try to tell where they were from.

I hope this picture gives you a sense of peace. You can see more of my Flickr pictures here.

Joel

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Photo of the Day - May 16, 2007 - Coneflowers Reaching for the Sun

Just daydreaming about the sumer ahead - how the birds and butteflies love my coneflowers!

Joel

PS - Check out my other Flickr images here.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Photo of the Day - May 15, 2007 - Sun and Clouds

Taken from a plane of course - not sure I remember where exactly. I love the light and the softness of the clouds.

Please feel free to explore my photostream here.

Joel

Monday, May 14, 2007

Photo of the Day - May 14, 2007 - Dwontown Stairwell

I took this on Elm Street in January - at Elm and Bellemeade I think. I thought it would make a cool urban image. I'm not sure I took the picture at the ideal time of day - maybe early morning would have been better. The light on the staircase is actually reflected light - reflected off other buildings north across Bellemeade. The sun was behind and to the left of this corner of the building.

You're invited to check out my Flickr photosteam here.

Joel

Cone on Guilford Metro

I read with interest Ed Cone's editorial in the Sunday News and Record contrasting "Triadism" and" Guilfordism." Though I am not a native North Carolinian and may not have credibility to speak to this subject, I think Ed is dead on. By all appearances the real population/metro entity is one that has the airport at the center, and spreads east to Alamance County, and southeast into Davidson or even Lexington County, and including northern Randolf County. I think "metro-Guilford" is a good name for it since the fact is that Guilford has the bulk of the population and the predominance of transportation hubs.

Now, I like Winston Salem. They have a very cool downtown. I love Old Salem, and I dig Wake Forrest. But in going to Winston from here one definitely leaves one center of population and development and enters another. And Winston Salem has a whole different flavor and feel. Our college systems are quite separated from each other. And Forsyth County has it's own growing metro region.

The government definitions of metropolitan regions (and the names for them) change, and as Ed pointed out, that whole "metro area" thing is a mental construct anyway, and I think especially is rather arbitrary in our case. It would seem to me that it would be fruitful and efficient to focus economic incentives and economic planning in a way that complement the actual on ground reality. Work with what's there, not what isn't there. And it seems to me as well that the real progress that needs to made now regards the partnership between Greensboro and High Point. It is unusual anywhere in the country outside of the super metro regions to have two towns of this size in the same county, and as Ed points out they are now pretty much blending together as one while yet remaining distinct entities.

As a note, I was on top of Moore's Knob at Hanging Rock State Park last Sunday - that very windy day - and it was the first time I was able to see clearly Winston Salem, High Point, and Greensboro with fairly low power binoculars. Often when Greensboro is visible from atop Moore's knob it is very late in the day when the sun is setting with the light bouncing off the glass buildings. Anyway, the point of this is that the difference and distance geographically between "Greensboro/High Point" on the one hand and "Winston Salem" on the other is quite marked looking from afar.

Joel

Saturday, May 12, 2007

Photo of the Day - May 12, 2007 - Mom

Well, tomorrow is Mother's Day, and since I usually do not post on Sundays, I thought I would remember my mom today. Maurine Sanders was born March 27, 1932, and died February 27, 2001. It's been six years now since she left us, and her four children miss her so. Mom was a quiet person. She made no fuss about herself and her needs, and was always involved in projects for her children or grandchildren - cross stitching, smocking, or cooking - and was always reading a book (usually with the TV on). She was unbeatable in any game that required general knowledge.

Mom inherited from her family a dark and slightly wicked sense of humor. She passed that on to me I am afraid, along with her migraines. Mom was one of those people easy to take for granted, always pressing on, not messing with your business, doing kind things. She wasn't totally kind. She held grudges, didn't look toward all kinds people with equal kindness, and was stobborn. She had a great laugh, well, before her stroke in 1984, and which she regained in the last weeks of her life oddly enough. She would get tickled and start laughing until she cried. I remember more tears from laughing than crying, and I am afraid she had plenty to cry about. She had peculiarities. We still joke - at her expense - about how, with her very very active boys, she became almost immune to our various injuries. The heating pad was the cure for everything. Unless bone was protruding, or the mercury shooting through the top of the thermometer, you were not going to the doctor! I spent a lot of time on the heating pad!

Mom was a good and faithful daughter and sister. She called her mother every week, and after her mother died, her sister Carolyn. She was faithful and steady like that.

My mom died from a series of doctor mishaps that led to an overly lengthy surgery to replace a mitril valve blown out by a blotched pacemaker insertion. Her last six weeks were a roller coaster ride. But I personally reconnected with her in a new way during that time, rediscovering her in a new and deeper sense. And then she was gone. But I am ever thankful for the words of gratitude and regret that I was able to express to her. You know, no mother is perfect, and my mom was not. I hope, if you have the chance - if your mom is still living - that you can let your mom know that you love her, and mean it, and if you can't mean it, pray to God to be able to mean it. You were probably no walk in the park for your mom or dad, well, if you were anything at all like me!

I have a whole set of pictures devoted to my mom. You are invited to explore them here. I picked a picture of mom for this post taken well before I was born. It has those eyes, that hint of mischief, and that beauty that caused one Columbia boy newly in the Air Force, and stationed outside her town of Sherman Texas, to fall head over heels for her.

I miss my mom. I dream about her every week. Sometimes I wake up very sad because I realize she is not there anymore. Often I reach for the phone to call her whenever the weather changes or there is some report out of South Carolina that has trickled up my way.

A week or so after her death God gave me a wonderul gift. It was a dream. It was the most amazing dream of my life. There before me was my mom, in intense and full living color. She was not a still portrait, but a living model. I was able to gaze at her for some time, notice the lines on her face, the details of her eyes, and her soft kindess and selflessness of her persona. It was so intense, so richly colorful, and took I believe so much brain power to form, that I woke up utterly erxhasuted, but knowing I had been given a great gift. I still remember her that way.

So Mom, Happy Mother's Day. You were a great mom, and we miss you.

Joel

Friday, May 11, 2007

Photo of the Day - May 11, 2007 - A Carolina Pond in Spring

This small pond near my house was on the normal walk route I took with my Irish Setter Clancey. He usually went for a swim of course. I would almost always stop on the earthen dam and enjoy the view. I would occasionally nap there, or read a book. It was a favorite spot of mine. The picture yesterday of the gum leaves on the water was taken on the same pond - different season. I was very fortunate to grow up in such a beautiful place.

Joel

Feel free to explore by photostream here.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Photo of the Day - May 10, 2007 - Sweet Gum Leaves



I took this while on a walk with my dog Clancey at a pond near my home in Columbia, SC. I am partial to pictures that have colors/textures spread over the whole, and sort of like this shot. And I love Sweet Gum trees, the gum balls notwithstanding.

Sweet Gum

When I was a kid, maybe 10 or 11 years old, a friend of mine from school lived in a house with a huge backyard – several acres, including a great field for playing baseball. He also had some of the best climbing trees anywhere. My favorite, due to the ease of getting very very high, was a tree with these pointy little balls all over the ground and hanging from the ends of the limbs. I really didn’t know what it was then, but we could climb so high – this tree was higher than the surrounding old loblolly pines, that it was just a great feeling. Of course, being kids, we’d go to the very top and sway back and forth. If poor mom had ever known…

I am of course talking about the venerable old Sweet Gum tree, Liquidambar styraciflua. Seems these days this is one of those trees people most love to hate, mainly because the gum balls are a pain to clean up year after year. Oh the things we come to hate for our perfectly trimmed and chemically produced lawns. “But it hurts to step on them!” Come on, a few weeks running barefooted and you won’t even feel it. Oh I forgot, running barefooted is out. What did Hopkin’s say (from God’s Grandeur):

Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod

No matter the season, it’s easy to know when you’re standing underneath a Sweet Gum tree. Scattered all around you on the ground are those round prickly balls, about an inch and half in diameter. With little holes between the prickly parts, these balls house the seeds of the Sweet Gum tree, and are referred to as “gum balls.” If it’s winter and you find yourself stepping on gum balls in a parking lot or in someone’s yard, look up, and you’ll usually see many gum balls still hanging onto the tree by their three inch long stems.

These fruit balls provide food to many species of bird and mammal. (Author’s note: on the day of this writing I sat in my car and watched a gray squirrel sitting on a fence in front of me systematically nibble off all the spines of a Sweet Gum ball to get at the enclosed seeds.) So the next time you feel like griping or cursing over all those prickly gum balls, remember, to a lot of animals they are food for the winter. You can learn to love them, you can!

Notice the tree trunk, fairly dark, mildly furrowed, and heavy looking, with somewhat of an “alligator” skin appearance. The limbs tend to come somewhat horizontally off the trunk and are somewhat evenly spaced up and down, to make Sweet Gums, even very large ones, some of the best trees for climbing, as many brave children will attest.

Sweet Gums grow up to 80 to 120 feet, and even taller ones can be found deep in southern bottomland forests, though 60-80 feet may be more normal in GuilfordCounty. There is a great old Sweet Gum right out in front of the clubhouse of Bur-MilPark, worth a look on a beautiful day. In fact, it holds the present county record under the Guilford County Treasure Tree Program, being supposedly 115 feet tall, 49.5 inches in diameter, and having a crown spread of almost 70 feet! I don't think it's that tall, but it is a grand old tree!

The leaves of the Sweet Gum are very distinctive, usually five pointed, six or so inches across, with a star or perhaps starfish shape and appearance. The top of the leaf is glossy or shiny, which, given its star like shape, adds to its beauty. In the fall the Sweet Gum leaves tend to turn a deep crimson red, adding splash to the yellow dominated palate of the piedmont autumn.

If crushed in the hand the leaf has a particular odor called “resinous” by the tree books. That may be the best way to describe the sappy, tart odor.

Often the small branches and twigs of the Sweet Gum have little ridges growing out on each side. These corky ridges called “wings” also show up on "winged elm" trees.

Walk through any field in Guilford County recently abandoned and you will probably find many young Sweet Gums mixed with the usual opportunistic pine trees. Though slower growing than the pines which usually first to take over a field, and thus left in their shade for a time, the Sweet Gum is one of the first hardwoods to rise above the pines and begin the transition from pine to mixed hardwood forest.

So, why is this tree called a “gum” tree anyway. The Sweet Gum tree produces a sap or resin (that flows more freely the farther south you go, giving it the name "liquidambar") that when hardened can be chewed as a gum. This resin of the Sweet Gum tree was long reputed to have medicinal qualities, used for the treatment of skin sores. It was widely used for treatment of dysentery during the Civil War.

The Sweet Gum tree provides one our most important furniture woods, used mainly for veneers, but also for cabinets and boxes and toys, and even as pulpwood.

It’s just a great tree all around.

You can look at more of my pictures on my Flickr site here.

Joel

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

My Thoughts on Iraq

I have been listening and reading to conservative and liberal pundits, following the news, watching interviews, and trying to get a handle on what I think about the current mess we find ourselves in in Iraq.

I just wanted to share several personal reflections.

First, I do believe that we entered into the war in good faith, and that the intelligence pointed both to WMD in Iraq, and to a certain level of “cooperation,” for want of a better term, between Saddam Hussein and Al-Qaeda. In fact it is my personal belief that there were indeed WMD’s, and that they were whisked away before we arrived, probably to Syria. I cannot prove that; that is my best hunch as I try to put the pieces together.

Second, it is my belief that we entered the war woefully unprepared for the task ahead. There was great and profound hubris, especially on the part of Donald Rumsfeld and the other neo-cons, and an utter failure to think ahead and realize the challenges of transitioning into dealing with an insurgency, or dealing with the almost certain outbreak of sectarian violence. I think Bush received very poor advice, and was ill served by many in whom he trusted. But, since President Bush was and is the Commander in Chief, the buck ultimately stops with him. I wish he would own up more specifically to the blunders that were made in pre war planning and in post invasion decisions.

Third, given time and reflection, and the wisdom of hindsight, I cannot say that I would now say that the invasion of Iraq was a wise course of action. There does not seem to have been the imminent threat to our security as there was in Afghanistan, and there does not seem to have been a clear strategy for post invasion realities. Perhaps we could have waited a year if it was a must do, in order to get our act together first. I think, ultimately, that we invaded the wrong county.

Fourth, though I think that the concept of spreading democracy is noble, I do not believe that it is very practical in the Muslim world. Islam is in many ways, unlike Christianity, inherently theocratic. The unique kind of integration of belief and practice in Islam simply does not encourage what we might call secular forms of government. Secularism is the great enemy of Islam, at least in its present manifestation. So I don’t see a growing impulse towards representative or parliamentary democracy. Frankly, I just don’t think we understand Islam very well.

Fifth, I do think that we have done much that is good, and that there is a gross underreporting of the good things happening on the ground. The media focuses on body count. But so many of our men and women have done and are doing good things in communities all across Iraq.

Sixth, I do not think that we can up and leave. The consequences of our leaving, now that we are there, now that we have deposed Saddam Hussein and unleashed the sectarian forces bubbling under the surface in the region, would be a nightmare. In the end I believe many more Americans would be killed, tens of thousands more Iraqis would be killed, and possibly general war in the region would break out in the vacuum we would leave behind. I think that the mostly Democratic calls for leaving amount to sheer madness. Whatever threats or concerns caused us to enter Iraq in the first place would pale in comparison to what will happen when we leave, if we do not figure out a way toward stability beforehand. We cannot betray the Iraqis who have helped us as we did those in Vietnam. We cannot leave those people to the ravages of the hell that will descend upon them. It’s bad now. It will be worse than terrible then. The global war of radical Islam against the west is real and will not abate because we leave Iraq, and Iraq will become the next safe haven for Al-Qaeda cells. Shoot, after Al-Qaeda wipes out their fellow Sunnis in battle for control of Sunni held territory, they might even invite Osama himself to come stay a while.

Seventh, I don’t see any easy pathway toward stability at present. Though it may be true on some level that a majority of the people in Iraq just want to live quiet lives in peace, the majority will not determine the future. There are so many different levels of conflict, and such deep hatred amongst Sunnis and Shiites, and such a warlord mentality amongst their clerics that I despair of seeing the way forward.

Eighth, it is going to require some sort of regional cooperation, and there just may be enough self interest in the leadership of surrounding countries to work towards something that is reasonably stable and does not provide a haven for terrorist training. We got into this mess going solo more or less; we’re not going to get out of it that way. But try as I may I do not yet see an answer – partitioning may be the inevitable solution but it is a solution that scares me to death.

Ninth, Iran now poses the greatest threat. Perhaps one virtue of our being in Iraq now is that we may be in a better position to do what I think is inevitable – and that is bomb Iran’s nuclear program into the dark ages. We cannot and must not allow Iran to go nuclear. Do we really believe that Iran would be restrained by some doctrine of MAD, and would not wipe Israel off the map, or take out her Sunni enemies across the Gulf? There is a madness to radical Islam, and we cannot expect a nuclear Iran to play by the unspoken rules of national self interest that has otherwise kept the world safe from nuclear holocaust.

Tenth, I think we have gotten ourselves into a true and bona fide mess with no easy out. Ultimately the people of Iraq will have to rise to the occasion, despite the crazed and power hungry clerics, despite Al Qaeda, despite the meddling of Iran, despite the Sunni-Shiite sectarianism. Right now I am not hopeful. I am left thinking that the only way out of this mess is a miracle – one that is not foreseen. We cannot make hope for miracle a basis of policy; neither should we put too much stock in our own wisdom. Praying people need to start praying if they have not started already. For it will take a wisdom and power not of this world to get us out of this one.

That’s where I am today. Not rosy I admit.