I was driving the other day, running errands, when this song came on the radio. I had not heard it in perhaps thirty years, had pretty much forgotten about it. But what a beautiful tune it is.
While probably 90% of what they play on the classic rock stations is either stuff I always hated – Kiss, Aerosmith, AC/DC, Black Sabbath- or things I once loved but just turned stale after 30 or 40 years of hearing them -The Eagles, Led Zeppelin, Grand Funk, Lynyrd Skynyrd – I keep a couple of those stations on my radio dial for just such moments as this. For that matter, I could listen to Hendrix play “All Along the Watchtower” every day; that tune is as fresh as it was in 1969.
Most of my time and energy these days is devoted to housework, cooking, and caring for my bride and baby as they recover from their ordeal. I do, however, read the paper daily and it is pretty clear that the US is gearing up for another God-damned war. I guess when a Nobel Peace Prize winner devotes his acceptance speech to a defense of war you should be forewarned. There is emphatically no good guy in the Syrian conflict; both sides have committed atrocities and the rebels are infiltrated by militant Islamists. We should devote our resources to caring for the victims and refugees, not tossing more death into the cauldron.
I have been reading a book about the history of American involvement in the Middle East. I never realized how much of our foreign policy was tied to American Protestant missionary activity, nor did I realize that the whole Protestant Zionist movement, which promotes the state of Israel to hasten the apocalypse, is not a recent one.
The other book I recently completed is called “Foodopoly” and all I can say is that as bad as I thought the situation was with corporate food, it is in fact far worse. I am fortunate to live in an area where there is a lot of local affordable food, but for much of America freedom from corporate food is reserved for the bourgeois…
Is there anything like watching a week old baby dream? His little face now smiles, now looks worried, his eyelids fluttering. It is of course incomprehensible to us, but one wonders what a dream without words or concepts must be like.