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“On slipp’ry rocks I see them stand…”

Tonight I drove up to Newton to sing with one of the Boston-area shope note singings. In New England shape note singing groups, anyone can call out the number of a hymn and stand up to lead it.

“Number 183,” someone called out, adding: “This one is dedicated to all the Wall Street investment bankers.”

People started chuckling as they turned to number 183 and saw the words which had been written by Isaac Watts back in 1719:

“Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I,
To mourn, and murmur and repine,
To see the wicked placed on high,
In pride and robes of honor shine.

“But oh, their end, their dreadful end,
Thy sanctuary taught me so,
On slipp’ry rocks I see them stand,
And fiery billows roll below.”

Universalist though I am, I chuckled too. For a moment. Until I realized that those Wall Street investment bankers have placed us all on slipp’ry rocks, financially speaking….

Be that as it may, we all sang the song with great gusto.

Say what?…

The IMF has warned of a possible global “meltdown” — and they’re not referring to global warming, they’re referring to the global economy. In the midst of this tragedy — and if the global economy does “melt down,” it will be an epic tragedy, with a high human cost among the most vulnerable people — in the midst of all this, there have been moments approaching comedy. Like this:

“Late on Friday, US Treasury Secretary Henry Paulson said the US planned to invest directly in banks for the first since the 1930s, following a similar UK programme of partial bank nationalisation.” [BBC Web site, 11 October 2008]

Yes, the Republican advocates of small government are going to partially nationalize the U.S. banking industry. For years, political conservatives have joked that a conservative is a liberal who had been mugged; now the political liberals are joking that a liberal is a conservative who has money in a U.S. bank.

Finances

After a church committee meeting today, Jorge and I were talking about the current financial crisis.

“…then I felt really bad when I looked at my pension plan,” Jorge said.

“You know what the solution to that problem is,” I said.

“Yeah,” said Jorge. “Don’t look at your pension plan.”

At this point, that’s about all we can do.

The only good news is that people who work on Wall Street are no longer considered folk heroes.

Oh, and Richard fuld, the former president of Lehman Brothers who got over three hundred million dollars over the past eight years (yes, that’s over thirty seven million a year), told Congress today, “I don’t expect you to feel sorry for me.” No, we don’t feel sorry for you, we just think you’re greedy and morally despicable.

Arrr…

Aye, Matey, hope ye didn’t ferget that today be National Talk Like a Pirate Day.

If ye did ferget, why ye still have time t’ go out ‘n’ talk like a pirate. Go down t’ the fast food joint on the corner an’ say, “Arrr, mateys, bring me a hunk o’ hardtack an’ a jug o’ grog, and be quick about it, or ye’ll be strung from the yard arm afore sunset.” An’ when the scurvy dogs with the white coats come t’ take ye away, why jist tell ’em that ’twas I, Bloody Dan, that told ye t’ do it.

(An’ thanks be t’ Ms. M., the bonniest and wickedest pirate lass ever t’ sail the Seven Seas, who reminded us afore ’twas too late….)

Boring Meeting Bingo

You probably already know about Boring Meeting Bingo, also known as Bull$#!t Bingo. First you make a bingo card with a grid five boxes wide by five boxes high. Into each of the twenty-five resulting boxes you write catchwords or catchphrases that are likely to be used during the meeting. When one of those words or phrases is used during the meeting, you put an “X” through it. When you get five “X”s in a row, either horizontally, vertically, or diagonally, you shout out “BINGO!”

You may also know that there are online random bingo card generators which use specific lists of catchwords and catchphrases to generate bingo cards for Education Bingo, Marketing Bingo, Software Bingo, etc.

Well, I want to play denominational-specific Unitarian Universalist Boring Meeting Bingo in the worst kind of way. But I haven’t been able come up with enough Unitarian Universalist catchwords and catchphrases. I have to attend several meetings a month where I want to play this game, and I’ll want to play against other people, so I’m going to need forty or more UU catchwords and catchphrases.

So I need your help. Below is my list of UU catchwords and catchphrases thus far. Please add your contributions to this list in the comments below! (I left out acronyms because they seem too easy, but maybe you can convince me otherwise.)

  1. anti-oppression
  2. fiscally responsible
  3. policy governance
  4. herding cats
  5. mission statement
  6. empowerment
  7. prioritize
  8. safe congregation
  9. win-win
  10. walk the talk
  11. lay leader
  12. interfaith
  13. stewardship
  14. inherent worth
  15. process observer
  16. check-in

Ideally, I’d like to come up with a ton of these bingo cards to bring to General Assembly (oo, add that phrase to the list), our annual denominational meeting. Imagine hundreds of people bending over their bingo cards during some terminally boring discussion — when suddenly at the back of the hall, someone stands up and shouts “BINGO!” — pandemonium ensues…. [Update: Niko tells me that Boring Meeting Bingo did take place at General Assembly back in 2005. Maybe someone can track down one of those bingo cards and give us the catchwords and catchphrases used on those cards?]

Khakis as a regional marker

When I was out visiting my sister in Indiana, we got to talking about regional differences in the United States. One of my sister’s friends looked down at the trousers I was wearing — somewhat threadbare khakis with a coffee stain or grease stain here and there.

This woman, who is from California, smiled when she saw my khakis. “You Easterners with your khakis. You always wear khakis. It’s cute.”

I did not tell her about the pair of vintage Levi 501s that I bought when we lived in Oakland. I just smiled and said, “Of course we wear khakis. They’re very practical.” Which is true:– even with coffee and grease stains, khakis can look fairly respectable.

On the long drive back to New England, at a rest area near Albany, I saw a man wearing khaki pants and a neat tan shirt and a baseball cap, and I knew I was getting close to home:– there is a certain class of New England working man — cabinetmakers, high-end landscapers, sculptors even — for whom that is a kind of uniform. Then there are the upper middle class New Englanders who wear crisply-pressed khakis pants with boat shoes and woven leather belts, which is another way to wear khaki pants. And there are the guys like me, ministers and teachers and people in the non-profit world, who wear khakis and button-down Oxford shirts with ties to the office. But it is true that I did not see anyone wearing khakis when I was in Indiana.

Obligatory Olympics post

No, Mr. Crankypants will not be watching the Olympics on television.

Mr. Crankypants is not interested in watching hour after hour of “human interest” crap. Especially when it is inarticulate and boring “human interest” crap:– “So, how did you feel when you won that medal?” “Ah, I felt, ah, well I felt, you know, pretty good, I guess, but it still hasn’t sunk in, ah, you know….”

Furthermore, the only Olympic sport that Mr. Crankypants might have some mild interest in — badminton — will not be shown on American television. If American badminton players Howard Bach and Bob Malaythong win a medal in badminton (as now seems quite possible), you might see video footage of them receiving their medals and being interviewed about how they feel. But you won’t see a full badminton match televised because television executives think it is a “sissy sport.” Sissy, my #$$ — put them on the receiving end of a 200 mph smash and they will quickly learn they are wrong.

And look at the stupid sports that are now included in the Olympics. You can get an Olympic medal in beach vollyeball, for pity’s sake, even though that isn’t a sport at all except in the minds of the marketers who sell beer and vacations. But you cannot get an Olympic medal in real sports like Ultimate frisbee (which is like a full-court press in basketball for a full hour on a field the size of a soccer field), or Freestyle frisbee (which is like gymnastics except much more difficult, and far more interesting to watch).

Then, too, Mr. Crankypants no longer watches much of anything on television. If he were to watch Olympics coverage at all, he wants to see every event streamed live online, with video archives available after the event is over. If the American television networks would allow that, then they could devote all their broadcast hours to the “human interest” stories, which is what gives them the highest ratings, so everyone would be happy.

No, Mr. Crankypants will not be watching the Olympics on television. There is nothing there that he wants to watch. Pfeh.

State fair

Today, my sister Jean took me to the Indiana State Fair in Indianapolis. We spent about six hours at the fair. On the drive home again, Jean asked, “What was your favorite part?”

“The chickens,” I said. “I walked down this one aisle of chickens, and one of them went roh-ah-roh-ah-roh, and then another one responded, and then another one, and another one. And then they stopped for a minute, until another one of them started in crowing. What was your favorite part?”

“The Percherons,” Jean immediately responded. We had gone into the draft horse barn to visit the Percherons early in the day, and stayed long enough to see some of the draft horse competitions later in the evening. “But,” added Jean, “I also liked the Shetland sheep. They were so cute, and all fuzzy, with the little feet, just like a cartoon sheep.”

“And we got good Fair junk,” I added.

“Like what?” asked Jean. “What did you get at the fair? I didn’t see you buy anything.”

I reminded her that we had both gotten free Indiana University tote bags at the IU booth;– and that when we stopped at the deep-fried vegetables stand, my large soda had come in a 24 ounce plastic cup emblazoned with the “Dr. Vegetable Deep Fried Veggies” logo on the side.

“Oh, that,” she said. She was just jealous because her 24 ounce plastic cup is boring and merely states “Fresh Squeezed — Ice Cold LEMONADE” on the side.

It was a very satisfying day at the fair.

Percherons at the State Fair

Jean watching one of the excellent horsewomen
at the Ladies Percheron Cart competition at the Indiana State Fair.

Liveblogging from the highway

Sitting here at a highway rest area outside Buffalo, New York, I have a few observations about highway rest areas:

  1. All the rest areas on the New York State Thruway have free wifi. This is good.
  2. Some rest areas no longer have water fountains (it’s as if they’re trying to force you to buy bottled water). This is bad.
  3. The rest area on the Mass Turnpike between I-290 and I-84 has a farmers market on Saturday mornings in season. This is good.
  4. None of the rest areas I have stopped at today have picnic tables — if you bring your own food (as I did), you wind up sitting in your car to eat. This is bad.
  5. My ’93 Toyota Camry got 34.4 miles per gallon. This is good.
  6. At the rest area where I bought gas today, there was a TV over the gas pump, playing some stupid daytime TV show. This is bad.