Monday, January 7, 2008

Power of Nature, Right Outside the Door






Look at this pretty kitty. This mountain lion was caught in Willmar, Minnesota. This is a frame from the video of a cougar which led to the capture of the animal on February 1, 2006. Most people didn’t believe the reported cat was anything more than a figment of people’s imagination before the video.




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What happens when the United States federal government has to deal with mysterious cryptid cat sightings in the midst of a national park, in an area where these large felids are not officially verified? And the eyewitnesses include park employees? They issue a press release, of course, as per the following, to attempt to explain the situation to a wondering public:




Mammoth Cave National Park Superintendent Patrick Reed announced on June 7, 2006, that reports of cougar sightings within the park have increased in the past nine months. Three reports have been received since September 2005.
“Right now, we don’t have a lot of information,” said Reed. “These are only sightings. We have not recovered any hard evidence of a cougar in the park. The existence of a cougar in Mammoth Cave National Park would be unusual because we are hundreds of miles from where cougars are known to exist. However, for the safety of our visitors, employees, and park neighbors, we’d like to make them aware of the sightings.”
Park staff are in consultation with state and federal officials regarding the likelihood of a native cougar (Puma concolor, also known as mountain lion, puma, panther and catamount) immigrating into the area, or the possibility of a non-native animal being illegally released here. In addition, park staff are attempting to confirm these sightings by obtaining credible field evidence - photo, scat, hair, tracks, or an animal killed by a cougar. Presently, cougar populations can be found in southern Florida, from the Rocky Mountains west to the Pacific coast, the Dakotas, Missouri, and south Texas. Male cougars appear to be expanding their range eastward towards the Mississippi River. A single male cougar’s home range can be from 125 square miles to 175 square miles - Mammoth Cave National Park is 80 square miles.
Park staff are also compiling a list of safety tips based on those used in National Park Service areas where cougars are present:
Always hike, backpack, and camp with a companion. Be aware of your surroundings.
If you see a cougar, make eye contact and stand your ground. Make yourself appear large by shouting and waving your arms. Do not bend over or crouch down. Back away slowly - never run from a cougar; this may trigger their instinct to chase. Fight back aggressively if attacked.
Supervise children closely. Don’t allow them to run ahead or lag behind.
“There have been isolated reports of cougars in the park since the 1960s,” added Reed. “The frequency of the recent cougar sightings, and the fact that some of the reports came from our own staff, has raised our level of attention. If there is a cougar using the park, the level of risk to humans is likely to be very low. Mammoth Cave National Park is a natural place - it is not tame. Be aware and respectful of all the park inhabitants - butterfly or tick, wildflower or poison ivy, raccoon or possibly a cougar.”

(News release courtesy of The National Park Service.)



Big news - graduate school starts next week, and I need a workstudy job. I'm going today to map the path for my bike, and to check the bus routes back. All in a day's work.



So my path to school looks like this (granted, this is from the local elementary school to the university) and it runs about 16 miles.

Its a hefty run. I'm packing a Myoplex recovery shake and a Detour to keep me fueled for the ride. I'll hopefully be doing this 8-5 Monday through Friday to do my workstudy and my classes at the university.

Just to be safe, I've got the bus route mapped out, too.


Happy trails!

Mago

Monday, December 31, 2007

The Plot Thickens....

Yay! I finally scraped up enough cash to do two things - get my contacts replaced, and get new rubber and tubes for my bike. This is really important for me because I've been wanting to upgrade from disposable to that new 30-day-wear contacts - I'd heard about them about a decade ago - supposedly, their made of ultrathin polyurethane and allow oxygen diffusion across them and into the epithelial layers of the eye. THis is important, because apparently there are cells there that interact directly with oxygen in the atmosphere, and they die and infect your eye when you keep your contacts in too long. Gross, right? Tell me about it, I had to suffer through this some years ago, as a sophomore in college, when the stress of an all-night job, plus full-time school, led me to nap a few hours here, a few hours there, and never taking my lenses out. Well, two weeks later, my eyes got red and hurt like glass - and I went to the opthamalogist. Guess what he said?

"No contacts for three weeks."

Well, he forgot to mention photophobia as part of it, and the fact that an early class (8 am) meant I was driving into the sunrise every bleeding Monday/Wednesday/Friday. Even with shades, my eyes watered.

So I keep my contacts out at least one day a week, normally Sunday, and wear them the rest of the week.

And the rubber and tubing - I have some old Araya rims, so I have no idea what kind of valves fit, and what is the best option for me. They are 27 x 1.25 and when I blew my inner tube, I found out that the tubes inside were 700 x whatever the appropriate measurement is - and I do know from reading at www.bikeforums.net that the two are NOT compatible - but apparently the person who put the tubes in did not. This would explain why the bike was only inflated to 50 psi when I got it - the blowout happened when I inflated back to 90 psi - I imagine I would have blown it out while inflating if I had put the psi up to 125 like a good roadie....

And I'm still out of a job. Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm not being a bum (yeah, right) but my sub job is paying me like nothing, since they never call, and I've been on hiatus for 2 weeks, and my paycheck from when I did work hasn't shown up yet. So, I'm functionally unemployed, although not officially unemployed. However, the good Lord has provided - I sold a futon for $200, and that was enough to get the kids some Christmas presents, and my dad, who pressured me to lose my other futon and said he would compensate by getting me wooden bunk beds for my two oldest girls, is coming through this week. Matresses and all.


However, the bookstore I donate all my used books to said they might be hiring - that would be swell - as I can bike to it without crossing any major highways. If they'll give me a day job, I'll be pleased as pie, and interact with the kitties (it doubles as a cat sanctuary, so there's a billion and one cats there any given day). The place is called Nine Lives Books and they totally rock! I took our old CD collection in, with some real gems like Led Zep and some really old rock, and they gave us $100 for it! Granted, it probably would have been a grand's worth of discs purchased new, but our collection is in the computer and ready to play anytime, and we use the puter as a DJ anyway when we barbecue, so there is no loss there.

15 days before I descend back into the madness that is being a grad student with a family. My favorite professor managed it, but she was doing this with one child, and I have several. Oh, well.

Peace,
Mago

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Living Simply With Kids, the Christmas Edition

Most of the kids' presents this Christmas were different. We didn't spend days and hours in mortal combat for the newest hottest thing (my wife was smart, I got Guitar Hero III for my birthday, a month ahead of time) but we did something different. The kids got craft stuff, art stuff, and building blocks. Oh, sure, clothes and other stuff were given, too, in cotton and wool and other natural fiber, but mainly the gifts were of things that will mean a lot. My dad got the girls in the family little pendants, some had emeralds, some rubies, others diamond chips, but they got their first real jewelry.

My kids got a group present of percussion instruments - bongos, castanets, shakers and other stuff. They music was raucous and loud, pure in its seeming chaotic melody. I got stuff I needed for my bike, which is still broken, after two weeks. Next week for sure, its going to the shop for new rubber strip to cover the spoke nips, and fresh rubber. New gloves, new lights (sure, its Bell lights, but they work) and a new helmet. I also got a memory card so I don't have to reboot my game over and over again.

The kids went about, as it was a cool mid-50 weather, with sunshine and a light breeze, before they went to celebrate Christmas at their momma's house. My kids with my wife are here, sleeping the sleep of the sated and overstimulated.

Oh, a funny note....

My stepfather in law (this would be my wife's stepfather) is a strange bird. I got a note from him wishing everyone a Merry Christmas, and it had a sticker, saying "Merry Christmas - its OK to say it!"

I had a Noel Coward moment, "Oh, of course it is!"

Thinking back, I remember when some charity group was thinking about saying something other than Merry Christmas because it was soliciting in a non-Christian neighborhood, and didn't want to offend non -Christian folk. I understand. Hey, I'm Mexican. The word in Spanish for 'black man is "Negro," because in Spanish, that's the word for black. Now, if I was in a black neighborhood, chances are I would not use this term, even in my native Spanish tongue, because I would probably offend someone.

Its a holiday - yeah, it's religion for me, but I don't cram my faith down anyone's neck. I feel my right to assert my faith ends at the boundary of my skin and the air outside my body. My convictions, while I speak of them as best I can, are still only the edicts I can keep within myself. So, if someone came up to me and wished me a well-wishes based on their faith, then sure, I would accept it - good manners and good vibes are universal.

So, yeah, its ok to say Merry Christmas - however, some people get bent when they get lumped in without even a consideration. My salutation of Merry Christmas was answered with a "Happy Solstice" by a wiccan friend - we smiled and laughed. So many Christian rituals are based in pagan rites.... why get testy over it? Say "have a good holiday" if you work with a large group of the population and you might prevent a tirade from someone sick of feeling like he's forced to accept something that not his/her faith in the first place. Hey, it's Christmas, be considerate of others. People care that you at least try to respect their faiths, instead of assuming your faith is the default.

So Merry Christmas to you, and Happy Holidays.

Mago

Monday, December 17, 2007

And The Weather Continues to Chill...

Winter is here. Thank the Lord my wife crochets (although, to be honest, she's been on bedrest for at least a week, and our baby is coming Wednesday, so therefore she has lots of time) so she made me a balaclava for the chilly winter commutes I'll be on.

Crunched cash sucks. With three kids, plus a birthday (literally) in a few days, there has been scarce cash. I'm stuck riding my wife's old Roadmaster bike while my bike, my trusty Miyata 1000, is crank-up in the garage awaiting new tubes and rubber. Damn the fact that reality sucks when the cool, dry air and the sun shining makes me want to hit an all-day ride along Government Canyon Nature Preserve.

Oh, well. Nothing like reality to ruin a good fantasy.

Speaking of fantasies, I had a thought after reading an article concerning just how externalized we all are. Externalized? What does that mean, externalized?

It dawned on me this morning when I turned on the news in my cozy house to see how cold it was outside. Now, granted, I live in South Texas. It's never that could. The number of days it freezes here can be counted on one hand, the nights two. It's just not that cold. Honestly. I should know how cold it is, I let my dogs out every morning to take care of their stuff in the backyard, so I can feel how cold it is outside. Why do I need to stick a number on it? It's cold. Period. Hoodie and jeans, or maybe a long-sleeved shirt underneath it. Flip-flops if it's dry, shoes if it's wet. This is not a problem, right?

So why oh why must I see the news to tell me its cold?

And what else am I relying on the mainstream media to tell me that I can figure out for myself? Between the fluff on Fox News (thanks to a commenter - I told you I would give it a fair shake - and yes, they do spin, between fluff pieces) and the dismal crap of To Catch A Predator and the latest True Hollywood Story on Janice Dickinson (the hottest 50-year-old on TV, IMHO) and the relentless doom-and-gloom of CNN... I was ready to go back to bed, pull the covers over my head and say, "Screw it all! I'll just hide here and pretend the world is not going to hell."

And then I reflected on Henry Makow's article on Surviving the New World Order. Now, let me hit you with a caveat - I don't agree with all of his philosophies. His position on women and love and equality between the genders strikes me as wrong on a basic level, but he also has an interesting perspective on the universe at large.

Makow said that "You try to squeeze your sustenance from the world. But much of what you imbibe is poisonous: depravity, corruption, duplicity and tragedy." I thought on that for a while. Virginia Tech, a NY couple accused of slavery, Ohio men stabbed in the heart, a juvenile serial killer interview... the list of negativity goes on and on. Bush lectures on the the bounty of America's economy as the Dow Jones breaks the best of the traders like gamblers crapping out on the table.

Yet we watch, as if anything we do is going to negate or neutralize any of these news headlines.
This is externalization - the need of seeking mental or spiritual sustenance from outside the self. Does this mean that I'm advocating the need to simply gaze at our collective navel and murmur "aum?" No, it means that instead of being hung on every negative thing that is reported on the news, we should seek out the things that nourish us mentally and spiritually.

Today, instead of musing on the negativity in the mainstream news, I ate Chinese food with my daughter. We talked about work and school and everything in between. We had more healthy relationship time there than if we were at home, with what passes for entertainment blaring all evening.

I'll listen to the news tonight - but it won't get me down. I don't need to wring every little bit of data out of the news - it's mostly depressing anyway. I don't need to know who hooked up with whom, or who is divorcing whom. I will kiss my wife and contemplate the new life that will be here Wednesday.

Here is joy. Here is my life, not on the tube.

Mago

Sunday, December 9, 2007

Sorry For The Delay

But we have had technical difficulties. Firstly, I haven't been riding much because I had gotten right-hooked, and sent my helmet in to get checked, and the company hasn't sent back my replacement helmet. So, no safety equipment means no ride. Bummer. Crapola. This stinks like week-old skunk juice.

Now, to the main reason I haven't written. My wife is due to deliver in the next ten days. We have a little girl we're expecting, and we've been a little scared. Our friends, also expecting in Florida, had their girl early, and their an older couple, like us (mid-30s). Their little girl has blood in some areas of her brain where there should be brain mass - I pray that its only compressed the brain matter, not replaced it, but its still scary for them. The ironic thing is that he's atheist, so no doubt he says this is proof God doesn't exist, or hates Him for letting his precious girl into such a dangerous spot.

God has to let dogs, little kids, and nice old ladies who've never harmed a soul die.

Oddly enough, I think God does speak through various people, whether they realize it or not. The doctrine that suffering is somehow ennobling is displayed in the Ten Steps of Creation that Memnoch espouses in Anne Rice's book Memnoch the Devil. Somehow, the pain and suffering of life drives humanity to achieve its greatest glories, all of which ascribes back to God. While this pessimistically puts God like a Roman emperor, watching the stark drama of life and death in the Coluseum, perhaps there is an element of truth.

In Stephen King's Needful Things, a character struck with painful arthritis was given a charm that ate her pain, but poisoned her soul. She cast it off, and took her pain back, because, as Polly Chalmers said, "The pain makes the love so much prettier, like how a good setting can enhance the beauty of a diamond." I'm not sure that this is exactly what God had in mind, but it does bring me, intellectually, closer to what I see as life as God has for us.

I see God bringing us through the pain and misery to test our faith, to see if we will take that beautiful faith and cling to it, even when it seems that God is playing unfair with us, that we are being dangled out for the bad things in life to take potshots at us. I believe that God has given us the opportunity to shield ourselves with this faith, and He with be there when the shields are all we have between us and the darkness.

A great image came to me when I saw 300 some time ago. Xerxes's herald told King Leonidas that the Persian arrows would fly so thick that they would blot out the sun, and Leonidas said, "Then we will fight in the shade." When the arrows flew, it looks like a plague of insects flying out of the sun, and the Spartan shields went up. Some arrows struck home, others wounded, but the shields of the Spartans held - and the darts were wasted.

Each thing that is cast at us is like a dart. Whether our shield is strong, or not there, we have the opportunity to carry it and be safe in its protection. Whether we carry that shield or not is up to us.

I miss my bike. I'm out of lube, so I can't scrub it down and get rid of the last month's worth of grime and crud I picked up. Feh. I'll get some later and detail my bike out like it needs.

Ride well.

Mago

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

I Claim This Plastic In the Name of Rome....

I don't know about you, but I love my wife for many things. She listens to me, even when my ramblings about life, the universe, and the general inability to do anything about the things that matter most to me. She even does her share towards helping us conserve and save the environment, which is why I'm posting this.



This summer, while waiting in the obstetrician's office, I read an article about the sibling grandkids of Jacques Cousteau, Alexandra and Philippe, Jr. (We'll just call him Jr. for short) They were exploring some of the human impacts of the industrial world on the natural world. Amongst some of the best known impact sites (namely oil spills) they took the reporter of this article to a place known in the North Pacific Gyre to probably the clearest example of defiled water - the Great Pacific Garbage Patch (GPGP).



The GPGP is estimated to be 80% plastic and roughly twice the size of Texas (consider from San Anto, it takes at least four hours to get to the nearest border, skipping Mexico) and about 30 meters deep. Cleanup of this catastrophe would cost in the billions. Not a typo - billions with a B.



So, I claim this plastic in the name of Rome. Future archaeologists will be able to determine this century quite easily, from the layer of plastic.



So, as the world rolls by and I keep riding, this news article caught my eye. Now, a relatively good trader by the name of Cramer said on the National Public Radio a few years ago that the best examply of an economy's health and prosperity is in the cost of gold. Gold as of this blog was $800.00 per ounce. When I graduated college, it was $200.00 per ounce. Quad the price in about a decade. Think about it - Black Friday posted more transactions then last year - that was the big news. The next day, the numbers came out - people bought less per transaction, meaning that the net spending was about equal with last year's Black Friday. Couple that with the scarcity of shoppers the day after Black Friday, less spent than last year. Some pessimistic sources indicate that we will unravel as hedge fund, derivative dealers, and buyout firms will flounder and either enter an economic depression, or suffer a full market collapse. Wow.

And now for something completely different:

The top ten stories in cryptozoology include Nessie (she's perennially there), a wolf/hyena looking monster, the 40th anniversary of Patterson/Gimlin's film of a lady Bigfoot (don't tell me it's faked, there is too much information to be discounted on one guy's flimsy connection to the film) and a chupababra shot in Cuero, Tx. Incidentally, that's about a couple of hours' drive. There was a dwarf killer whale found in Antarctica, a dwarf manatee in Amazonia, and a clouded spot leopard in Southeast Asia. A Nguoi Rung kidnap victim was found and returned - the Nguoi Rung being hairy bipedal man-type things living in the thickets of Cambodia.

Biking was light today - there just wasn't a lot to do. I took the kids out cruising, and ended losing out on dinner. Halfway to Chinese food, the family decided to eat barbeque, and that is a no-no two hours before a martial arts class. So, I'm at home eating chicken breast and greenbeans while others eat brisket and creamed corn (with heavy cream).

The sacrifices we make to stay healthy...

Mago

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Like any other time I intend to put together a ride for my kids, the weather craps out on me. After all, I'm divorced, with two kid from my past marriage. My two daughters got the day after Thanksgiving til today with me, so I had in mind some prowling about the suburbs - since my oldest is barely eleven, we count our rides by convienience stores - we go to one, have a break, go to the next, check out garage sales. You know, have a good time.

Well, this cold front, unlike the previous ones, was not a dry windy front but a wet and gloomy front. It chilled everything to the forties, which isn't cold until you realize that last week was in the 80s and 90s. Feh, South Texas weather is on crack anyways.

So I missed church for the third week running. I was ill. Too much food, too rich a food. I guess my stomach was at tolerance and decided that I was going to pay for eating so badly. I paid, all morning long.

Besides that, I've decided that my Cheng-Shins need to get replaced. Unfortunately, I don't have the money to afford new high-end rubber, so I think I'm gonna have to get X-Mart rubber until I can afford some quality stuff.

For those who don't know, I'm in the long, very odd process of refinishing my commuter bike, which happens to be the one I love to ride. Since I have to wait until I get to school to get another one, I've been keeping my eyes out at garage sales to see if I find a good bike for cheap from some joker who never rode. Why? Well, House of Kolor, the guys who make the really awesome custom car paint stuff, recommends that when the paint is shot, to let it cure for at least 24 hours... and for what I'm wanting to do, it will take a few days to shoot completely.

I have nothing real to say today - except that I have a real spanking headache from having to deal with the dormant heater all day long. I need a long bike ride.

Mago

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Stewardship of the Land, a Christian Perspective

This is a perspective that encompasses a number of things, from global overconsumption to personal responsibility. The work is mine, as was the choice to include the Dalai Lama and a Native American prophecy. While I feel that they contribute quite well to the flavor of this post, I'm sure some will question it. I freely give my research and time and effort to anyone who would like to take it and present it, just acknowledge me somewhere when you present.

Mago
Stewardship of the Land, a Christian Perspective

We are all here on this planet, as it were, as tourists. None of us can live here forever. The longest we might live is a hundred years. So while we are here we should try to have a good heart and to make something positive and useful of our lives. Whether we live just a few years or a whole century, it would be truly regrettable and sad if we were to spend that time aggravating the problems that afflict other people, animals, and the environment. The most important thing is to be a good human being.
-His Holiness the Dalai Lama


Scientific reports claim global warming is on the increase. Others say that it is an artifact of our earth, that there are warming trends and cooling trends in the larger pattern of our planet’s weather. Regardless of the debate, numbers and data suggest that we are rapidly approaching a tip-over point. Carbon dioxide outputs are rising dramatically as emerging industrial nations add to the output already spewed by first-world nations like the United States.

We have this earth, and none other like it, as our dominion. God Himself has told us that we have dominion; we are masters of this earth. In Genesis 1: 3, the Bible tells us:
And God said, “Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth (KJV).”
However, this brings about certain responsibilities. The word “dominion” itself contains many nuances of meaning, and we need to clarify what God meant by dominion when we speak of our dominion of the earth.

Dominion, according to the Random House Dictionary, is as follows:
1. the power or right of governing and controlling; sovereign authority.
2. rule; control; domination.
3. a territory, usually of considerable size, in which a single rulership holds sway.
4. lands or domains subject to sovereignty or control.

This definition marks several kinds of dominion – control over something, power, dominance in a physical area, and exercise of control. God expects us to be in total control of, and completely possess this earth and its resources as best we can. This is the completeness of the command set forth in Genesis. God has spoken to humanity – this is the earth, we as human beings are in complete charge of it.

Let’s take a moment. As of this moment, we have pumped oil, burnt forests and land to make room for our livestock, and consume the wealth that our nations have provided to us to enjoy. However, in doing so, we have also subjugated countless people into servitude to pay for our excess, despoiled lands and waters, poisoned bays and rivers with industrial waste, and left nuclear waste so poisonous it will be dangerous for millennia after we have gone, locked in caves underground that we hope will sufficiently seal it from us.

It brings to mind a Native American prophecy, one that echoes the way our path lays, should we continue:
Only after the last tree has been cut down
Only after the last river has been poisoned
Only after the last fish has been caught
Then will you find that money cannot be eaten (Wikipedia).

In the hunger for corporate developers to wring the last dollar from a resource, we can see how they will completely denude a resource of its profitable parts. In fact, many claim it is their fiduciary responsibility to their shareholders to make as much as possible. This means that their highest care to the shareholders is to make as much money as possible, to maximize returns for the shareholders.

What of the Christian responsibility to the world? What is our fiduciary responsibility, our highest level of care, to the world we were given dominion over? Let’s revisit what God has given humanity, to see what we have a hold of, in the first place.

God states in Genesis that He has given us full dominion over the land, the sea, the air, and all the things that creep and crawl, walk and fly about it. He can do this, because, besides being God and therefore able to do whatever He wants, He owns it all. He owns the physical property, the concept, the rights, and the futures of the entire universe. We know this from the beginning of Genesis, “In the Beginning, God created the heavens and the Earth.” He made everything; it belongs to Him in its entirety. However, this ownership is reiterated, just so we understand how complete our dominion is over the Earth, in John 1:3, “All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made (KJV).” This scale is what we have dominion over, everything.

We have control over it all. God gave it to us to control. He explains this in Nehemiah 9:6:
Thou, even thou, art LORD alone; thou hast made heaven, the heaven of heavens, with all their host, the earth, and all things that are therein, the seas, and all that is therein, and thou preservest them all; and the host of heaven worshippeth thee (KJV).
This is the vastness of scale that we have dominion over – the earth and everything in it, the seas and all in it, and the heavens and everything in it. We are in charge of it all, land, sea, and air.

It’s a powerful charge, then, to have dominion over the earth. We have grasped this. Our power over the earth is indeed strong, because as we have seen in countless news segments, and television specials, we are taking down the forests, taking the fish from the seas, and pumping tons of carbon dioxide into the air. What is power but the ability to give and take away? We have been taking away from the earth.

Does this mean that because God has given power over the earth to us that we get to take it and pillage it without regard? Do we have the right to use something until it breaks, if we are given charge over it?
In Leviticus 25: 23-24, we can find the answer to how far our dominion goes:
The land shall not be sold for ever: for the land is mine, for ye are strangers and sojourners with me. And in all the land of your possession ye shall grant a redemption for the land (KJV).
The land is not ours forever. The land is God’s land. We have dominion over it, but we are not native to it. We have power, but it is a physical control, much like a lending a car to a friend. There is a difference. Family borrows, but when dad lends his car to his kid, no matter what happens, if the kid messes up, it’s ok. He may grumble, and complain, but the child still gets access to the car. A friend gets a ticket, or worse, a fender bender, and that’s it, no if’s, and’s or but’s. We are alien in regards to this dominion – we are to take care of it the same way we would a friend’s vehicle.

We are not to run it into the ground! We are not to exploit so much that the land or its resources cannot recover. The resources are to be reprieved, not exploited into extinction. Yet we do. In 2005, blue fin tuna was in danger of being fished into nonviability. We had already done this in the first half of the 20th century in northern European waters. Even now, sixty years after commercial fishing decimated the northern blue fin tuna; it is rare to find mature blue fin tuna in northern Atlantic waters near Europe. In 2005, Mediterranean blue fin tuna was in a similar boat, so to speak. Massive overfishing in excess of quotas led to a massive depopulation. The World Wildlife Fund estimated that between forty-five to fifty thousand tons were harvested, well in excess of maximum quota of thirty-five thousand tons (WWF).

We have to exercise our control. Rapacious consumption of resources is the worst kind, using and discarding with no concern toward the health of the whole or future consequences. God Himself has an issue for those who are supposed to care for the resources in their charge, and don’t:
Ye eat the fat, and ye clothe you with the wool, ye kill them that are fed: but ye feed not the flock. The diseased have ye not strengthened, neither have ye healed that which was sick, neither have ye bound up that which was broken, neither have ye brought again that which was driven away, neither have ye sought that which was lost; but with force and with cruelty have ye ruled them (Ezekiel 2:3-4 KJV).
While here, he speaks to those who keep flocks of sheep, the wider implication is clearly visible – the resources are not simply to exploit and use up. The shepherds have a responsibility to care for the damaged sheep in the flock, not simply to use up the sheep and not care for the unusable ones. We, as the caretakers who are charged to care for the earth, this is our mandate- we are not to simply take the riches of the resources, like the fat to cook with, and the wool to make clothes, without caring for the resources left. We are not to exert dominion with cruelty, but with care.

There is no way to escape the consequences, should we continue to take and consume without giving back. To wax a little brimstone and damnation, one cannot escape the Lord. Jonah tried, Elijah tried. Even Jesus didn’t want to do what was required of Him, and he was God. What are the consequences of our current policies of overharvesting, overconsuming, and overexploiting our world? In Isaiah 24: 2-5, we find an answer:
And it shall be, as with the people, so with the priest; as with the servant, so with his master; as with the maid, so with her mistress; as with the buyer, so with the seller; as with the lender, so with the borrower; as with the taker of usury, so with the giver of usury to him. The land shall be utterly emptied, and utterly spoiled: for the LORD hath spoken this word. The earth mourneth and fadeth away, the world languisheth and fadeth away, the haughty people of the earth do languish. The earth also is defiled under the inhabitants thereof; because they have transgressed the laws, changed the ordinance, broken the everlasting covenant (KJV).
God will share his consequences equally, from leader to followers, from employer to employee, from lender to lendee. The land will no longer have people. The land will be spoiled, so it will not produce. The land will become a shadow of what it was, and fade, as will the way of life we know. Those who took and kept on taking will suffer. God mentions that the land will be defiled – defiled meaning that it cannot do what it is supposed to do anymore and must be disposed of. This is heavy material. Think of kosher laws. Cook nonkosher meat on a kosher grill, and it cannot be used for anything else kosher, and must be gotten rid of. It was defiled – it can’t serve its purpose. How much more so to find the land defiled – it cannot serve its purpose anymore.

The Chernobyl accident in the Ukraine is probably the most glaring example of defiled land. After the disaster, four square kilometers of pine forest in the immediate vicinity of the reactor turned ginger brown and died, earning the name of the "Red Forest", according to the BBC. Some animals in the worst hit areas also died or stopped reproducing. Most domestic animals were evacuated from the exclusion zone, but horses left on an island in the Pripyat River six kilometers from the power plant died when their thyroid glands were destroyed. Some cattle on the same island died and those that survived were stunted because of thyroid damage. The Ukrainian government maintains a 19-kilometer radius zone of exclusion around the reactor building. This land can never be used for human purposes.

So, what are we, as Christians, supposed to do now? So much damage has been done, and in the pursuit of currency, wealth, power, and all sorts of ephemeral things. The first thing is to do no more harm. Examine your life to see where the desire for things simply to have them has crept in. It happens to all of us – human desire for the things we like encourages us to gather what we can while glancing covetously at those who have what we want. It is called “keeping up with the Jones” and it drives many things. In Luke 12:15, Jesus counsels us to “[…] Take heed, and beware of covetousness: for a man's life consisteth not in the abundance of the things which he possesseth (KJV). We are not our possessions. We are not good because we own a 3000-square foot house, or because our SUV has the latest and greatest gadgetry. Materialism has no place for the Christian who is right with God. I thought of a shirt I’d found funny. It said, “Whoever dies with the most toys wins.” I say that whoever dies with God on his side wins. Toys are irrelevant.

Jesus expands on this, in Luke 15:23, he says, “The life is more than meat, and the body is more than raiment (KJV).” Does this mean that Armani and Abercrombie and Fitch are sinful? No, but it means that you are more than the fashion statement you make. You are more than the labels you have on your stuff. In verse 34, He further states that “for where your treasure is, there will your heart be also (KJV).” If your treasure is in your possessions, it’s wasted. If heart is in God, it’s eternal, better than gold and platinum.

If you can, give up your car. Get on your bikes and ride. Imagine the money saved with less maintenance, no insurance to pay, and the health benefits. If you can’t go car-free, go car-light. Many people have managed to gas their vehicles up twice a month, because they commute more on their bicycles. Imagine the blessings, of health and fresh air, to the bike commuter. Less pollution, less wear and tear on the earth. A full-sized van in San Antonio costs about $70 to fill. Over a month, at once a week, that’s $280. Imagine only paying $140, and having more money in your pocket: a bigger tithe in the plate, a chance to enjoy something nice, or even giving a helping hand to a struggling family.

Is that too hard? It’s hard to wake up an extra hour early, or pack a lunch to take. It’s hard to go and deal with traffic and not be the top dog in the big Hummer or Jeep or Nissan. Yes, it is. However, God tells us it is worth the momentary pain. In 1 Peter 3:17, Paul said, “For it is better, if the will of God be so, that ye suffer for well doing, than for evil doing (KJV).” Is the benefit to the earth, the world that God entrusted us back in Genesis, worth the discomfort of being car-light, or car-free? I believe it is, and I believe that God would expect me as a Christian to steward the earth better by not contributing pollution, or oil drips, or the dozens of ways cars foul the earth, when I could ride and be healthier in money, body, and spirit.
Why be another car in the pack, fuming at a traffic jam and wondering if you will make it to where you need to be on time when you could find a better way? Does your standing in the community become at risk because you don’t drive as much? Do you fear the peer pressure? In Exodus 23:2, the Bible says, “Thou shalt not follow a multitude to do evil; neither shalt thou speak in a cause to decline after many to wrest judgment (KJV).” Don’t follow a crowd, do what is right. This is coupled with testifying just to side with the popular stance. Do what is right. By God, his edict to handle what He has given you.

Find ways to be good to the earth. Grow a garden. Walk instead of drive. Ride if you can. Recycle. Don’t purchase just have something. Don’t be a victim of the need to fit into a crowd. Walk in the knowledge that you are doing what you can to help the earth recover. Right now, according to the Keeling curve, a measurement that documents the concentration of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere, the earth’s concentration of carbon dioxide was 315 parts per million. In 2006, the measurement was 380 parts per million. For several thousand years, before the advent of the modern industrial age, the earth’s concentration of carbon dioxide was roughly about 275 to 280 parts per million. The ten hottest years on record were recorded in the last fourteen years. The temperature record has been kept since 1880, over a hundred and twenty-five years.

What would God want you to do?

Works Cited
The Dalai Lama. “Quotes from His Holiness the Dalai Lama.” http://www.rudyh.org/dalai-lama-quotes-quotations.htm
The Holy Bible, King James Version. http://www.biblegateway.com/
Cree Prophecy. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cree#Cree_Prophecy
Random House Dictionary. http://www.dictionary.com/
Chernobyl Incident Information. http://www.kiddofspeed.com/, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chernobyl

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

iPods, Eating the Bird, and Other Stuff..

Well, I know the discussion for iPods goes back and forth. Safe or unsafe? Should or shouldn't? Why or why not? I think I'll jump in with my two cents, because its my blog and I can talk about whatever I want, right?

So, on to business.

I love my iPod, in fact, I love it so much that I think I'm gonna upgrade it to the DIY 16-gig drive. No, I don't have the new little Nano that plays video, I have the old Gen 2 one, a sexy little black and chrome number that I bought for $40 from my friend. So, I have this little cutie 2-gig Nano that I want to upgrade, and I found this awesome little Instructible that shows how to swap the hard drive out for a Flash drive, which is a faster booting, longer lasting, less energy taking upgrade. Note that you should read this Instructible thoroughly before attempting, and don't blame me if you screw your iPod up. This probably doesn't work for regular iPods or video iPods.

If it works, tell the world you learned it from me. If it fails, I don't know nothing about it. LOL

So, tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Rather then get into the political nonsense about who stole what land, and did we really need smallpox in those blankets, how about instead we remember that we are collectively still a lucky bunch. We have entirely too much food, too much money, and too much time on our hands. Be grateful for this, the gravy moments of the American Empire. The world favors our language for business, our currency for transactions, and our entertainment complexes for escapist fare. We really do have to give thanks. Thanks for being well-fed, thanks for having enough food availability to be picky and say, "May I have more turkey please?" and electricity for watching two teams have a train wreck on the football field.

We should give thanks, for clean water, good health, and warm memories. I wanted to volunteer at the local Thanksgiving dinner for the homeless, but unfortunately, family pressures kept that from happening. Nothing hammers home that you should be grateful until you see someone being grateful for a portion of food that fifth-graders would find lacking. As I sit, sipping coffee and enjoy a scented candle and warm South Texas weather, I'm grateful to God for a house, food, and leisure time.

I'm taking a moment to savor what I have. I am blessed, today.

Ok, moving on to other stuff here. Anyone remember the 80's, the concept of conspicuous consumption? I can eat caviar for breakfast and peacock tongues for lunch because I can afford it... that mentality? My God in Heaven, there is a drug to lengthen your eyelashes! Granted, it was designed to treat glaucoma, but it makes eyelashes grow! Can you imagine, I mean, Rogaine originally treated something completely different, but it made hair grow... but your eyelashes? I'm sorry, I never picked up a woman at the bar based on her great eyelashes. Great tush, nice bod, sexy hair, yeah. Eyelashes? Sorry, ladies. As much as lovemaking should include gazing deep into your partner's eyes, somehow I can't see myself thinking, "Man, this is so great. Her eyelashes are off the chain!" Or, even better, "God, babe, you give great eyelash!"

Go ahead and take a moment.

On to the latest way the Government screws the troops: if you took that $20k signing bonus to join and got hurt in combat and are disabled, the military is asking for a pro-rated cut of that signing bonus back.

Excuse me?

I don' t agree with the war, its someone's bloody violent porno, IMHO, but for god's sake, these boys and girls put bodies and lives on the line in the name of supporting the United States, and paid ultimate prices. Let's not forget that medieval law literally allowed a pound of flesh as payment for injustice, so taking injury in the line of duty pays the ultimate price. But, since they cannot serve their contract out because of on-the-job injuries, they must turn over money fairly given? Would an athlete be forced to return a signing bonus if he's crippled on the play field? No. Why then, should a soldier who was hurt in the most noble way, serving in the armed forces, be forced to, as well?

More reasons to bring our lads home. Protect America by making her strong, not by getting mired in a region that has been at war for thousands of years, on and off. Let them keep their earned money. Each drop of blood they shed in line of duty is more precious than a measly $20k.

Shame on you, penny-pinching losers. This is as big an issue as the fact taht generals can wear Dragon Skin, much more effective body armor than the Interceptor crap currently bought by the military, but soldiers who get it on their own nickel can't wear...



So, I saw the "One Less" commercials that promote how to keep your girls safe from this STD that is very common. Until the research tells you that it only covers about 30% of the human papilloma viruses out there. So, give my kid a shot that will have a partially inactivated virus that may cause a kind of cervical cancer to my child because she might catch it later on.... ok. And people wonder why I don't vaccinate my kids - got an exemption. I hope they don't try and make me shoot them with diseases like those poor souls in NJ - they actually threatened to take their kids away if they were not inoculated. Fascists line up to the right, please.

Well, that's it for now. No riding til later - hopefully I'll get to get my ten miles in. If my hemlet ever shows up. Sometimes I hate holidays.




Ride safe.
SAroadbike






PS: I just had to come back and comment on some seriously asinine activities going on. Well, my wife still drives, because she is extremely pregnant and unable to bike any significant distance. She and I drove to the grocery store and decided, since our son was hungry, to eat at the local Jack in the Crack (Jack in the Box) so we could enjoy a juicy hamburger.




Well, this is in a shopping center that debouches onto the access road to Loop 1604 (San Antonio is so big we don't have one loop that goes around the city, but two) and they are doing construction on the intersection of Bandera and 1604. Well, the drive the exits onto the access road was blocked with traffic cones, so you're supposed to go another way. Well, some jackass decided to knock one road cone over and push the other to the side. Now, I understand when cones are moved, stacked to one side so they are out of the way, but there were three other cones standing to block the way!

So the shoppers in the shopping center ignored the standing ones and drove through the construction zone. I got this picture to show you just how bleeding obvious it is that this is a blocked area.





Well, you can see obviously that this is blocked from access. However, drivers, believing the driving a land yacht somehow exempts them from having to abide by the basic rules of the road, have decided to not pay attention to the other cones standing up, and drive past.

I'm sure I know what they were thinking, too. "Look at this - they let access through. They must have forgotten to take up the other cones. Oh, look, there's one right here that's all mushed up - they must have it here to keep us from wandering about."

Observe the land yachts going....



And let's not forget this other joker...


blatantly ignoring the situation. Let's pretend the others aren't there so we can drive through this little spot.

This annoyed the living daylights out of me, so I thought I would share it with you. It might have been the fact that this afternoon was almost ninety degrees outside. However, the temperature is supposed to change now that a cool front is coming through, and it is currently in the low sixties.

Enjoy eating that bird, and side of pork.

Mago

Monday, November 19, 2007

I Wish I Could Fly

apparently I kicked the wooden rail of our bed last night ( I have an IKEA bed, so the frame also keeps teh mattress in place and comes halfway up the mattress) and my foot hurts. So, no martial arts for me today and no riding. The air was foggy, cool, and perfect for an easy go-sight-see ride this morning - alas, none for me.

So, as I'm enjoying my coffee this morning, wishing I felt better, I get ready to log onto my favorite forum and peruse the "what would you do in case of zombie infestation" thread (Not the real name, but a good descriptor) while updating my iTunes when my darling 21-month old son comes to me, says "Dada" clearly, then hurls breakfast all over the floor.

(the following notes are pure fiction, yet pretty freaking entertaining)

Note to self - Milk becomes cheese in the stomach. It's a stinky cheese, too.

Second note to self - Chihuahuas seem to find this cheese tasty.

Third note to self - Don't let the wife see the dogs eating the curdled milk her son just threw up.

Fourth note to self - Adults throw up a lot more than kids do.

Fifth note to self - Wives are unhappy when they feel ill to their stomachs.

(end comedy interlude)

So I read in the news that the local news here is finally catching wind of our local cryptozoology/urban legend commonly known as "la lechusa" meaning 'the owl' but referring to a really huge (almost thunderbird size) avian that haunts this area. We have some steep hills where San Anto breaks from coastal to high plains, and this rock is honeycombed with caves, steep little dells where no one has been for at least a hundred years. There's a lost shipment of Confederate gold out there somewheres, too.

So, if you go to this link you will see a short video of what the hoopla is about. I hope that it is real, and there are more things under the sun than in our poor knowledge, that it finds me on my bike an inedible thing.

Let's hope for better weather tomorrow.

Bright note: Two weeks ago I was hit by a truck that decided to turn right and test Einstein's theory that two things cannot occupy the same place at the same time. The good news is that my helmet (TDI Sports) asked me to ship it back and they would replace it for free. Yay me! I sent it last week, so I should get it sometime before I have to go back to work next week.

More tomorrow.

Mago

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Faith and Cycling

So I didn't make it to church today. Normally I attend Bandera Road Community Church (http://www.brcc.net/) but the last two weeks, I've ended up listening to the streaming audio of the sermon instead. For what its worth, its a really good one that encompassed Brian Welch (Formerly "Head" of Korn) and what it means to be in faith and walking in faith. Good sermon, especially when the point of that we absorb the things that we surround ourselves with.

Of course, this means that there is a tenant, basic to Judaism and Christianity, that becomes glaringly apparent. Genesis 1:26 (KJV) said "And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth." So, as I grow more aware of myself and where I am in the universe, and more importantly, this earth, I realize that, if Georgie Bush is right, and we are a Christian nation, founded in faith (he's not right, but lets run with this anyway) then we are the largest, more vile hypocritical of all the western nations. We lead in polluting, in gas consumption, in clear-cutting our own forests, and encouraging others to do the same.

So, as I do what I do, I realize that I am doing the best that I can do and still survive in today's world - I am minimizing my negative impact on the world. I am riding a bike to work (lets hear it for lowering my CO2 impact and oil leakage loss and etc) and living with less and more simply. Its amazing how it has simplified my life, which even though I'm broke, means I can focus more on family and God.

I think that, as a Christian soul, that I have a responsibility to minimize the pain in the world, and try to maximize the love. Its so easy to say that overused and underbelieved thing - "I'm Christian, I love everybody" - but for the vast majority of the SUV-driving, hawkish semi-faithful who don the Christian label on Sundays only this is the extent of their position. "I'm Christian" seems to be an instant pass to the Big Show when you die - but it's not. Saying it is not like declaring faith out loud. You can tell who is and who isn't really. For me, its forgiveness. God forgives, and so do I. The fake ones- they don't.

So what does this have to do with my bike? Well, I am stewarding the earth, as it were. I do my best not to contribute to the global warming scenario, I don't consume things just to have them. I am no longer a consumer - I am a conscientious person who is interested in making sure that there is an Earth worth keeping when my grandkids grow up.

I am the change I wish to see in the world. I will also start riding my bike to church.

Pedal on.

Mago

Saturday, November 17, 2007

First Post

Wow, my very own voice on the net. I'm stunned to think that there might actually be someone who might read this and think that I have something to contribute.

So, I guess that I should put down what this is, and why it should be read. This blog is about a man on a journey. I recently have changed a massive amount in my life, including my income, my transportation, the way I look at things, and what I've seen and what I think. This is nothing more than a record of a man who is looking at the world with new eyes, and a new perspective.



First things first.


Commuting to work in San Anto is a combat sport. Now, as a substitute teacher, I do a LOT of commuting, from where I live to the various schools I work for. Normally, I substitute at three schools primarily, O'Connor HS, Warren HS, and Sul Ross MS. Sul Ross is my longest commute, at 10.6 miles through the heavy traffic of Bandera Road.

Riding in at six-thirty am is amazing. Who knew that traffic was that heavy so early in the morning? As I ride, I see so many people so harried, drinking coffee, talking on the phone, and generally looking like someone stuck a cattle prod on low up their butts. I've never realized how enervating it is to be in a car, driving through ugly traffic and feeling caged...



Caged. That perjorative was something that I never got, until I started riding. Now, to be honest, I'm probably not the most ideal road biker. I listen to my iPod at half-volume, so I can hear traffic and keep a steady cadence. I wear gray in the morning because I own nothing reflective besides the bike and the backpack I love. But, riding and being able to sweat and breathe air and not have my awareness taken up by more than what it takes to ride safely. I was free, for the first time since I became a wage-slave like everyone else.



Speaking of wage-slaving, hasn't anyone noted how the economy isn't what it was promised? Let me be painfully honest here. I'm not car-free because of some overriding ideal, although I am fast becoming enamored of the ideal. I became car-free originally because I am going back to school, have no immediate income once that starts, and therefore don't merit a car, or the need to maintain it or insurance or the other thousands of dollars worth of maintenance that is involved.

However, I know that gas is $3 a gallon, everything is creeping up slowly, and my paycheck doesn't get as much. I figure a few thousand invested in some good bikes is better than $12,000 on a new or used car. Even with maintenance, its still better.


So that first pic is what happens when every person in that picture drives their own car. The second shows that they all fit into one bus. The third shows how much space they all take when they ride bikes.

Go figure.

Peace, love, and good energy.

Mago