May 20, 2010

When I was younger I thought love letters mattered. But they don't. Neither do gifts; gifts are easy. Love letters and gifts are easy. What is difficult is what matters and there is nothing more difficult than love, deep love, lasting love, love that changes, expands, evolves. Sure, occasionally it's easy. But when it's easy, well ...

Love is not sex or friendship or romance or soul or heart or mind or understanding. It is incapable of being broken down into constituent parts.

It is certainly not "a basket."

Yeah, I know, whatever.

Which brings me to circular "love," let's call it mutual flattery.

Who wants that?

Who would confuse ambition and kissing ass in concentric circles of ass-kissery with love or friendship?

A lot of people, I think.

Maybe though someday they will step out of that loop. Maybe they will venture further afield, because it's worth it, the venturing and lostness and unsteadiness. Worth it to feel with that kind of heightened intensity, that kind of everydayness, that slow, steady percolation, those periodic eruptions.

I won't say I know this, have always, will always, now. But I have felt, often. It is a blessing. It is not to be taken for granted. It is generous and receptive, ongoingly, exhaustingly, energizingly, without end....

Some people won't get anywhere near here, unfortunately.

Because this is what we think, are taught to think: Time is money.

But time is time.

Anything worthwhile takes time. And yes, sometime it happens in a matter of seconds, in the moment. There is/was/is/will be/has been/will have been/is Present time. Believe it. And here's the catch because the stream moves on without you, right? You know this. It will happen without you, it is happening, will happen, has happened, it is happening. Now. So it is the noticing then?

I think so.

We all fail all the time. This is not to be discounted. There are no discounts now, there never have been. If you thought so--and none of us could be blamed for thinking so--but if you thought so, well, you got sold a bill of goods.

Love is/love is not ... and we all know there are no words and the cliches natter on and we fret.

But that's not what this is about.

What love is NOT about, because it's all we can say with anything approaching certainty which doesn't exist but anyway we digress. What love is NOT: material, concrete, bankable. Capitalism is no model for anything.

You know this and you keep forgetting.

And that is nothing but business as usual, and that is, but doesn't have to be.

Posted by Melissa Price at 11:33 AM



May 18, 2010

Old piece. Too bad it never got picked up.

Hmmm, could have used a fact-checker though. Almost feel like fact-checking now, but this is old, I did what I could with the time I had.

Website copy for a project of CADF:

Fire J. Steven Griles

J. Steven Griles is the deputy secretary of the Department of the Interior. The Interior Department is charged with conserving and protecting the nation's land, land that belongs to the people of the United States. But Griles, like many Bush appointees, seems to care more about protecting the interests of private companies than those of ordinary citizens.

Which is only natural, really, given that Griles spent many years as a lobbyist for oil, coal, and mining businesses. Even though Griles recused himself from dealing with issues his former clients have interests in, it appears that he is continuing to lobby on behalf of those "former" clients. This lobbying is informal, of course -- "informal" meaning: Griles hasn't actually told the American people he's giving away and selling public land to private interests.

Why would he? He's doing just fine receiving $284,000 a year from his old company, National Environmental Strategies, an oil and gas industry lobbying firm. And when Griles isn't busy counting his kickbacks, he's meeting with people who could give him even more money. Since taking office, Griles has had 100 or more meetings with people who have financial stakes in the very issues he's supposedly recused himself from.

Maybe he's hoping we won't notice that he's repeatedly violated his recusal agreement. Or that he's selling off public land to private interests. Or that he's meeting regularly with so-called "former" clients.

Maybe he's hoping we'll look the other way.

Well, we did -- for a while, anyway. Or at least our attention was temporarily focused elsewhere -- on the war, for instance, and the dismal economy. So for a while we didn't quite notice, or realize, or believe what the Interior Department was doing. It seemed unreal, after all. Leveling scores of mountaintops in order to extract coal? Pre-empting forest fires by cutting down old-growth trees? Pumping billions of gallons of water into the ground in order to retrieve polluting methane? And then leaving that land soaking in saltwater that poisons area crops and wildlife habitat?

It made no sense.

What is this? James Watt's reign of environmental terror all over again? No. This time it's worse. So bad, in fact, that even mainstream organizations like Republicans for Environmental Protection are unhappy with the Bush Administration's environmental policies, many of which have been engineered and executed by Griles. When the Republican organization graded the Administration on its environmental record in eight issue areas, the Administration received six D's, a B-minus for farm policy and an F for energy policy.

President Reagan fired Watt because he blatantly disregarded the will of the American people and failed to do his job.

During the Reagan administration, Griles was involved in selling 17,000 acres of federal land to a private company for $42,000, well below market value. Several months later, the buyers resold the land, and turned a $37 million profit.

Now Griles is up to his old tricks again.

And guess what?

This time we're looking.

And we won't turn away.

In fact we won't stop looking until Griles gets fired.


Posted by Melissa Price at 01:49 PM





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