My COVID Times Diary – Back to “Normal”

My COVID Times Diary – Back to “Normal”

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Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like. ~ Lao Tzu

So there’s been a lot of talk lately about getting back to “normal”, as if at some point we flip a light a switch and everything is suddenly like it used it to be before Covid Times.  First of all, let’s talk about the changes because the world has certainly changed since March.

Let’s get right to the heart of it, since most of us came under shelter in place orders over 65,000 Americans have died and that number continues to climb.  One of the favorite things the “coronavirus is no big deal” crowd love to say is that the flu kills more people.  Most years somewhere between 4,000 and 50.000 die per year from the flu.  Covid has killed 65.000+ in a couple of months, so let’s put that bit of misinformation to bed.  And that’s WITH massive socially distancing efforts, without a doubt had we not done what we have, and continue to do, that number would be far higher.

We have been sheltering in place, learning how to do everything virtually.  We have become familiar with lots of new terms like, flattening the curve, hell I even worked it into a presentation last week.   Many of us have learned how to be elementary school teachers or at the very least assistant teachers.  We’ve been learning how to entertain ourselves at home, workout at home, socialize from home, I even attended a birthday party in Spokane, Washington from home.

Milestones are being missed, lots of high school seniors are missing out on proms and graduations.  They are teens, they are understandably upset but as I discussed with one of them, its not unreasonably to be said that the choice could be between the prom and your grandma living another ten years.  I realize that’s a harsh thing to say, but it’s also the truth, sure, might not be their grandmother, but it would be someone’s granny.  Here are some images of how life has changed in just the last two months.

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You see face masks hanging in cars

  People are understandably antsy after six to eight weeks of sheltering in place and having their comfortable lives greatly disrupted.  Add to this fear, stress, the unknown, lack of certainty or knowledge and all of that really eats at people.  Throw into it people, their family and friends losing or being in fear of losing their incomes through their jobs or even businesses they’ve built and it’s hard on people, really hard.

We have a really difficult decision in front of us as a country, what’s more important economic health, or human health.  In our capitalist society we have typically chosen economic health at the expense of the health of people at the margins of our society.  However now, those margins are far broader and choosing economic health means that we are choosing the economy over the very lives of the elderly (particularly in nursing homes), diabetics and people with other underlying conditions like high blood pressure.  None of these conditions are rare, ten percent of Americans are diabetic, thirty percent have high blood pressure and 16% are over 60.  The numbers are far worse in the African American community, 19 and 41% respectively.  You see we’re not just choosing the economy over health, we’re making a decision that will have a much higher impact on minority and vulnerable populations.  Obviously, there’s a point when the economic harm will outweigh the damage done than the virus is doing.  Before reaching that point, we need to reopen the economy and make a move toward normalcy.  The problem is that we don’t know enough about this virus, or the economy you might argue, to be certain about any of this.

However we do know what the best practices are in taking this action.  The best practices suggest that we have to have a high level of accurate testing capability both for active cases as well as antibody testing to see who has had it, and give us an indication of what their immune status is at this time.  Next, we have to have a high level of contact tracing ability.  What this means is that if these things are in place, we can determine who has immunity and who is actively sick.  We can quarantine the sick and quickly track down those they have been in contact with and have them self-quarantine.  This is the only reliable way to keep the virus in check while re-opening the economy, it also means publicly maintaining social distancing.  The problem is, is that we’re not ready to effectively do any of this.

What happens if we open without those capabilities is place is unreliably predictable.  What do I mean by that?  Well, in some places if people aren’t tested and tracked and people violate social distancing recommendations, the virus will rebound and we will see flare ups and even widespread outbreaks.  But this is wholly unpredictable, and in some places you may get bigger flare ups than in other places.  It’s based on random chance and luck, the number of asymptomatic carriers (think Typhoid Mary), and even the ways in which people ignore social distancing recommendations.  I have no faith people that people will follow social distancing guidelines.

How do I say that with such certainty.  Well, strict social distancing and shelter in place guidelines are in place right now and here’s what I saw just today.  At the grocery store this morning, people ignoring all of the signage, going in the exit, not following directional arrows, standing too close to the person in line in front of them.  I saw people everywhere with no masks, or masks around their necks.  I saw a father and son walking down the street and an older man stopped to talk with them and asked and received a high five from the kid, it wasn’t sufficient, so he had him do it again.

I saw a group of six men talking two feet apart from each other.  Some with masks, some with masks covering their mouths but not their noses, others without, just chatting away.  Californians took great joy when the governor of Florida reopened the beaches near Jacksonville and people flooded those beaches.  The hashtag #floridamorons was very popular on social media.  Then it got hot in Southern California and tens of thousands flooded the beaches of SoCal, pictures in California were indistinguishable from the Florida pictures.  A Norther California County opened this weekend, a restaurant in El Dorado County opened and packed it’s tiny dining room.  This is what’s happening with the restrictions fully in place, I have no faith in people to do whats smart and right, once the restrictions are lifted.  Oh, without a doubt businesses will make more money, unemployment will start to reduce and more people will die.  We will clearly have chosen economy over humanity.

I’ve heard a lot of people say that the corona virus outbreak is our next 9/11.  I don’t think that is a terrible comparison, especially for the point I want to make about returning to “normal.”  You see 9/11 was an acute trauma for America, in a single day thousands of Americans were killed.  It damaged us, not just physically, but it drove a stake through the center of our psyche.  That day and the acts that followed over the next years have permanently changed America.  Now, almost twenty years after 9/11 we’re back to normal.  But think about what normal is now.

If you’re old enough, you remember when returning home from a trip meant meeting friends or loved ones at the gate right off of the jetway.  When you went to the airport you could get there 30 minutes before a flight, hustle and make your flight.  But now, no one but ticketed passengers can get past security.  You have to partially disrobe on your way through the checkpoint, you can’t carry on any liquids or even a big tube of toothpaste.  The whole process means now arriving a recommended two hours before your flight.  It used to be your lazy friend who didn’t want to come to the gate would sit in their car outside of baggage claim.  You can no longer loiter at the curb in your car without the police asking you to move on.

In the late 70’s my uncle thought he was funny on a trip with his friend to Mexico.  He let his friend get in front of him on the way to the plane and then yelled, “Hi Jack.”  Yes, his name was Jack and that little prank earned him some dirty looks and a quick word from the flight staff.  Now, a prank like that gets you kicked off the flight and some time with TSA with the possibility of federal charges.  People of Arab descent, men in particular, and Sikhs, seem to very frequently get pulled for “randomly selected” additional security screening.  This is what we now consider normal.

What will our new normal be like?  This question is really relevant to me in my job.  I’m part of an administration that will need to figure out how to reopen campus.  How to bring students into classroom with social distancing, how to operate a division office, how to appropriately run labs under the new “normal.”

Think of how deep this goes.  How do you open schools where you need young kids to not touch each other, to wash their hands often, to cover when they cough and not to touch everything?  As a friend said on social media recently, you can’t put two little kids together and have them not touch each other, now scale that up to 25 or 30 kids.  Think about pre-school and day care where small children and toddlers need hugs and other contact to feel safe and loved.  Sure, children seem to be doing better when they get the disease, but they do still get the disease.  And what about the custodians, teachers, cafeteria works, aides, principals, office workers, school nurses and counselors?  I guess we finally designate educators as heroes, like grocery store workers.  If you’ve had children you have no doubt experienced how much more often your children and you yourself got ill after they started school.   Small children are fabulous disease transmission vectors, COVID transmission will be no different.  I’m not saying don’t open schools in fall, I’m just saying lets not pretend there are no consequences or that things will be our old version of normal.  Children eating lunch in their classrooms, will they have PE or recess?

Grocery stores have already showed some of the changes that will occur in the shopping environment and that will continue.  Taped down lines to help people understand what six feet apart means.  Limiting the number of people in stores, in the dining room of restaurants, paper plates and throw away utensils in restaurants.  No more buffets, servers wearing masks and gloves and what else?  Will we ever shake hands again or hug, we will, but should we, before this is over?  Particularly if there is no vaccine and no solid curative agents, how we will date in Covid Times?  The definition of bravery will be going to a new therapist for a massage, sustained close quarter contact is the perfect method of transmission.  Our new “normal,” will not be the normal you saw in November of 2019.  You will never be the same again, the world will never be the same again.

I said when all of this began that this would be a far bigger economic than health crisis.  I stand by that assertion, it’s horrible that likely 100,000+ people will die from this illness this year, that millions will become ill, maybe even you or me.  But 30 million are already filing for unemployment which means like 40 million are already out of work or have had their incomes seriously impacted.  Millions more are stressed wondering if they will be laid off soon.  The economic impact has been acute, reaching Great Depression levels in a very short period of time.  This will be the worst economic pain we have felt in almost 100 years as a society and very likely the worst of our lives.  Now the only good news is that the path to recovery is clearer than it was for the Great Depression or the Great Recession.  It doesn’t mean that there won’t be long lasting impacts from this disease, there will be.  So there’s not just a battle against a disease but also an economic recovery that has to happen before we even get to our new “normal.’ ~ Michael “Rev” Kane

Other Posts about our COVID Times

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Travel memories in COVID Times

The Great Pause

Inequality in COVID Times

Fear in COVID Times

 

 

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Happiness is Making Progress

Happiness is Making Progress

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Humanity may endure the loss of everything; all its possessions may be turned away without infringing its true dignity – all but the possibility of improvement. ~ Johann Gottlieb Fichte

So about five years ago I set a goal for myself, I talked about the desire of simplifying my life.  My overall goal was to get rid of 75% of everything I own.  My desire was to get a greater focus in my life by starting with my possessions.   At the time I was living in a four bedroom house and although I didn’t have enough possessions to truly fill that house up, in fact it looked a bit bare, I still lamented the days when I could put everything I own into my Volkswagen whenever I moved.  A year later I had started the process and moved into a two bedroom condo.  When I left the desert for my latest walkabout my possessions very much filled every available inch of space in a 10 x 10 storage space plus a pretty full car.  This was in fact a decrease from where I had been, two years earlier when I left for that walkabout I had a pretty full 10 x 15 storage space and a really full bigger vehicle.  So the 10 x 10 was actually progress.

As I made the move to my current location I decided to move into a 600 square foot studio apartment.  I also needed two 5 x 10 storage spaces to contain everything I own.  I took the three weeks I had prior to starting work to work on my reduction goal.  I was really happy that within that time I did a lot of work and actually was able to eliminate one of the 5 x 10 storage spaces.

I had continued to work on the process over the last nine months and I’m excited to say that this weekend I released my last storage space.  That means that everything I own now fits into a 600 square foot studio.  And it’s not even horribly crowded, sure my sleeping area now has a box stacked fake headboard.  I’d be further along in this process if I wasn’t a sports card and book collector, but I’m getting there with that piece of the puzzle.  I’ve also done a pretty good job in trimming down my hiking and camping gear.  Not to mention getting rid of most of my Burning Man gear.

At this point I’ve probably gotten rid of 50 – 60% of everything I owned when I started this process.  I’ve replaced some things with more space efficient substitutes, I’ve also significantly reduced my wardrobe and have instituted a rule that if I add to my wardrobe, something has to go.  So now I need to just Marie Kondo the hell out of the rest of my stuff, sells some sports cards and some books and I’ll be good.  You can all participate, I have a good supply of my own books to sell, drop me a note, I’ll make you a deal.  While that may not get me back to the old, everything in the Volkswagen days, it’s a good place to be.  I’m hoping to get there in the next couple of months, hopefully by my birthday at the end of August I’ll accomplish this and several other goals I’ve been working on.

No real lesson tonight friends, just a chance to talk about some work I’ve been doing.  And hoping you’re accomplishing the same and having happy days.  ~ Rev Kane

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Good Friends and Getting Older

Good Friends and Getting Older

rev kane, happinessWe can’t avoid age.  However, we can avoid some aging.  Continue to do things. Be active.  Life is fantastic in the way it adjusts to demands; if you use your muscles and mind, they stay there much longer. ~ Charles H Townes

Not so much of a plan for tonight’s piece.  Just an expression of gratitude for the opportunity to interact with a lot of my friends recently.  I’m not a person a who keeps a large circle of friends.  Honestly, there are less than ten people in my life who I would consider close friends.  It’s been a really good week this past week because over that week I got to have a meal with three of them and have a long phone conversation with a fourth.  A couple of these folks I’ve known for thirty-five years, a couple for only five.

Now I know some folks who know me well might argue with my math, I have a large number of acquaintances and colleagues who I’ve known over the years.  I’ve even had a colleague once take great offense at me using the term acquaintance and I get that the term may hurt some people’s feelings.  What I consider to be a good friend is someone who I can call at four in the morning, someone who if I say, I need you here is coming.  You see I’m not someone who asks, I rarely need anything, I solve my own issues and these people know that, and know that if I’m asking, I need them.

happiness, friendsThese are people who I would respond to in the same way.  If they called, if they asked I’m on the move,  I don’t have to ask why, if they ask I go.   I have people in my life who I like and interact with, good people who would come if they could, people who would want to come, but in the end, they likely wouldn’t.  These are the acquaintances, lot’s of them good people, fun people but in the end not someone who I could truly depend on if my back is against the wall, and that’s ok.  I think we do ourselves a disservice if we elevate people in our minds to a level they don’t really exist at.  When we do this we inevitably get disappointed when people’s actions don’t meet our expectations.  That’s why I choose to hold some people, in my mind, as acquaintances who might actually be more.  That decision though, protects us both from disappointment.

But in this past week, having the opportunity to spend time with some of those people who I love and respect the most in this world made this a very happy week.  One of the things we talked about, all of us, was aging.  It’s happening to all of us and it brings with it funny discussions of developing things like old man skin and assorted ailments and hair growths.  Discussions of the limited time we have left and what we’re going to do with it.  Laments over those who have left us or are no longer in our lives.  There are stories, always stories about the times we have shared.

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Awesome, Backtrack, Rev Kan, and the Kingfisher

I find these opportunities for good conversation to be the most satisfying thing I do.  I would literally trade a week in the arctic photographing polar bears for a couple of long conversations with these people.  As we age, as I move around, I have fewer and fewer opportunities for this type of interaction so they have become utterly precious to me.  Having four in one week made it a precious week.

Pausing in front of a pretty stream on our last day!

Not much advice tonight, not a very well-organized piece but there is a very specific takeaway.  I have become utterly obsessed with a song, it’s called, Come Along by Cosmo Sheldrake, click the link, it’s a lovely 4 minute experience.  I encountered it first in a commercial, you’ll likely recognize the tune.  I’ve come to believe that heaven sounds like this song and smells like Cinnabon and tastes like a great slice of pizza and a coke.  In the song there are a couple of great lines, ” Don’t let moments pass along and pass before your eys,” and “there is no such thing as time to waste or time to throw away.”  Don’t forget that, make the time necessary to be with the people closest to you, it’s important and will bring on many happy days my friends. ~ Rev Kane

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Happiness Resources – Deeper Reading

Happiness Resources – Deeper Reading

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Tonight a tour around the web to give you some deeper reading resources on happiness.  Usually we give you smaller pieces that you can read quickly, so tonight some deeper pieces, articles you can sink your teeth into or read while on your commute tomorrow.  Enjoy my friends and have a happy day ~ Rev Kane

 

Love People, Not Pleasure – a really nice piece from the New York Times, Sunday Review

The Science of Happiness – an in-depth piece on Positive Psychology from the Harvard Magazine

There’s More to Life Than Being Happy – A great piece on meaning and happiness from the Atlantic

Lottery Winners vs Accident Victims, Who’s Happier –  long-term study piece from The New Yorker

The Habits of Supremely Happy People – Huffington Post

 

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Happiness is Poetry: Gregory Corso

Happiness is Poetry: Gregory Corso

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Gregory Corso

I remember the people I knew in prison; I was very fortunate to know them – they came from 1910, 1920, 1930. ~ Gregory Corso

Another poet I found via the American Bible of Outlaw Poetry.  I love the picture above it really seems to fit his words.  The second poem, The American Way, was written in 1970, if someone had told me 2017, I wouldn’t have blinked, funny that. ~ Rev Kane

The Whole Mess … Almost

I ran up six flights of stairs
to my small furnished room
opened the window
and began throwing out
those things most important in life
First to go, Truth, squealing like a fink:
“Don’t! I’ll tell awful things about you!”
“Oh yeah? Well, I’ve nothing to hide … OUT!”
Then went God, glowering & whimpering in amazement:
“It’s not my fault! I’m not the cause of it all!” “OUT!”
Then Love, cooing bribes: “You’ll never know impotency!
All the girls on Vogue covers, all yours!”
I pushed her fat ass out and screamed:
“You always end up a bummer!”
I picked up Faith Hope Charity
all three clinging together:
“Without us you’ll surely die!”
“With you I’m going nuts! Goodbye!”
Then Beauty … ah, Beauty—
As I led her to the window
I told her: “You I loved best in life
… but you’re a killer; Beauty kills!”
Not really meaning to drop her
I immediately ran downstairs
getting there just in time to catch her
“You saved me!” she cried
I put her down and told her: “Move on.”
Went back up those six flights
went to the money
there was no money to throw out.
The only thing left in the room was Death
hiding beneath the kitchen sink:
“I’m not real!” It cried
“I’m just a rumor spread by life … ”
Laughing I threw it out, kitchen sink and all
and suddenly realized Humor
was all that was left—
All I could do with Humor was to say:
“Out the window with the window!”

The American Way

1
I am a great American
I am almost nationalistic about it!
I love America like a madness!
But I am afraid to return to America
I’m even afraid to go into the American Express—
2
They are frankensteining Christ in America
         in their Sunday campaigns
They are putting the fear of Christ in America
         under their tents in their Sunday campaigns
They are driving old ladies mad with Christ in America
They are televising the gift of healing and the fear of hell
         in America under their tents in their Sunday
         campaigns
They are leaving their tents and are bringing their Christ
         to the stadiums of America in their Sunday
         campaigns
They are asking for a full house an all get out
         for their Christ in the stadiums of America
They are getting them in their Sunday and Saturday
         campaigns
They are asking them to come forward and fall on their
         knees
         because they are all guilty and they are coming
         forward
         in guilt and are falling on their knees weeping their
         guilt
         begging to be saved O Lord O Lord in their Monday
         Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday
         and Sunday campaigns
3
It is a time in which no man is extremely wondrous
It is a time in which rock stupidity
         outsteps the 5th Column as the sole enemy in America
It is a time in which ignorance is a good Ameri-cun
         ignorance is excused only where it is so
         it is not so in America
Man is not guilty   Christ is not to be feared
I am telling you the American Way is a hideous monster
         eating Christ   making Him into Oreos and Dr. Pepper
         the sacrament of its foul mouth
I am telling you the devil is impersonating Christ in America
America’s educators & preachers are the mental-dictators
         of false intelligence   they will not allow America
         to be smart
         they will only allow death to make America smart
Educators & communicators are the lackeys of the
         American Way
They enslave the minds of the young
         and the young are willing slaves (but not for long)
         because who is to doubt the American Way
         is not the way?
The duty of these educators is no different
         than the duty of a factory foreman
Replica production   make all the young think alike
         dress alike   believe alike   do alike
Togetherness   this is the American Way
The few great educators in America are weak & helpless
They abide   and so uphold the American Way
Wars have seen such men   they who despised things about
         them
         but did nothing   and they are the most dangerous
Dangerous because their intelligence is not denied
         and so give faith to the young
         who rightfully believe in their intelligence
Smoke this cigarette doctors smoke this cigarette
         and doctors know
Educators know   but they dare not speak their know
The victory that is man is made sad in this fix
Youth can only know the victory of being born
         all else is stemmed   until death be the final victory
         and a merciful one at that
If America falls it will be the blame of its educators
         preachers   communicators   alike
America today is America’s greatest threat
We are old when we are young
America is always new   the world is always new
The meaning of the world is birth not death
Growth gone in the wrong direction
The true direction grows ever young
In this direction what grows grows old
A strange mistake   a strange and sad mistake
         for it has grown into an old thing
         while all else around it is new
Rockets will not make it any younger—
And what made America decide to grow?
I do not know   I can only hold it to the strangeness in man
And America has grown into the American Way—
To be young is to be ever purposeful   limitless
To grow is to know limit   purposelessness
Each age is a new age
How outrageous it is that something old and sad
         from the pre-age incorporates each new age—
Do I say the Declaration of Independence is old?
Yes I say what was good for 1789, is not good for 1960
It was right and new to say all men were created equal
         because it was a light then
But today it is tragic to say it
         today it should be fact—
Man has been on earth a long time
One would think with his mania for growth
         he would, by now, have outgrown such things as
         constitutions manifestos codes commandments
         that he could well live in the world without them
         and know instinctively how to live and be
         —for what is being but the facility to love?
Was not that the true goal of growth, love?
Was not that Christ?
But man is strange and grows where he will
         and chalks it all up to Fate   whatever be—
America rings with such strangeness
It has grown into something strange and
         the American is good example of this mad growth
The boy man   big baby meat
         as though the womb were turned backwards
         giving birth to an old man
The victory that is man does not allow man
         to top off his empirical achievement with death
The Aztecs did it by yanking out young hearts
         at the height of their power
The Americans are doing it by feeding their young to the
         Way
For it was not the Spaniard who killed the Aztec
         but the Aztec who killed the Aztec
Rome is proof   Greece is proof   all history is proof
Victory does not allow degeneracy
It will not be the Communists will kill America
         no   but America itself—
The American Way   that sad mad process
         is not run by any one man or organization
It is a monster born of itself   existing of its self
The men who are employed by this monster
         are employed unknowingly
They reside in the higher echelons of intelligence
They are the educators the psychiatrists the ministers
         the writers the politicians the communicators
         the rich the entertainment world
And some follow and sing the Way because they sincerely
         believe it to be good
And some believe it holy and become minutemen in it
Some are in it simply to be in
And most are in it for gold
They do not see the Way as monster
They see it as the “Good Life”
What is the Way?
The Way was born out of the American Dream
         a nightmare—
The state of Americans today compared to the Americans
         of the 18th century proves the nightmare—
Not Franklin not Jefferson who speaks for America today
         but strange red-necked men of industry
         and the goofs of show business
Bizarre! Frightening! The Mickey Mouse sits on the throne
         and Hollywood has a vast supply—
Could grammar school youth seriously look upon
         a picture of George Washington and “Herman Borst”
         the famous night club comedian together at Valley
         Forge?
Old old and decadent   gone the dignity
         the American sun seems headed for the grave
O that youth might raise it anew!
The future depends solely on the young
The future is the property of the young
What the young know the future will know
What they are and do the future will be and do
What has been done must not be done again
Will the American Way allow this?
No.
I see in every American Express
         and in every army center in Europe
         I see the same face the same sound of voice
         the same clothes the same walk
I see mothers & fathers
         no difference among them
Replicas
They not only speak and walk and think alike
         they have the same face!
What did this monstrous thing?
What regiments a people so?
How strange is nature’s play on America
Surely were Lincoln alive today
         he could never be voted President   not with his
         looks—
Indeed Americans are babies all in the embrace
         of Mama Way
Did not Ike, when he visited the American Embassy in
         Paris a year ago, say to the staff—“Everything is fine,
         just drink Coca Cola, and everything will be all right.”
         This is true, and is on record
Did not American advertising call for TOGETHERNESS?
         not orgiasticly like today’s call
         nor as means to stem violence
         This is true, and is on record.
Are not the army centers in Europe ghettos?
         They are, and O how sad   how lost!
The PX newsstands are filled with comic books
The army movies are always Doris Day
What makes a people huddle so?
Why can’t they be universal?
Who has smalled them so?
This is serious! I do not mock or hate this
         I can only sense some mad vast conspiracy!
Helplessness is all it is!
They are caught   caught in the Way—
And those who seek to get out of the Way
         can not
The Beats are good example of this
They forsake the Way’s habits
         and acquire for themselves their own habits
And they become as distinct and regimented and lost
         as the main flow
         because the Way has many outlets
         like a snake of many tentacles—
There is no getting out of the Way
The only way out is the death of the Way
And what will kill the Way but a new consciousness
Something great and new and wonderful must happen
         to free man from this beast
It is a beast we can not see or even understand
For it be the condition of our minds
God how close to science fiction it all seems!
As if some power from another planet
         incorporated itself in the minds of us all
It could well be!
For as I live I swear America does not seem like America
         to me
Americans are a great people
I ask for some great and wondrous event
         that will free them from the Way
         and make them a glorious purposeful people once
         again
I do not know if that event is due   deserved
         or even possible
I can only hold that man is the victory of life
And I hold firm to American man
I see standing on the skin of the Way
         America   to be as proud and victorious as St.
         Michael on the neck of the fallen Lucifer—
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Happiness is Art – Great Paintings

Happiness is Art – Great Paintings

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Every picture shows a spot with which the artist has fallen in love.                    ~ Alfred Sisley

Tonight a collection of really amazing paintings, many you’ve probably never seen before, enjoy and have a happy day my friends ~ Rev Kane

The Ninth Wave by Ivan Konstantinovich Aivazovsky

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The Annunciation by Fra Angelico

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The Desperate Man by Gustave Courbet

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The Death of Marat by Jacques-Louis David

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Dante Illuminating Florence with his Poem by Domenico Di Michelino

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Suicide by George Grosz

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The Fate of Animals by Frans Marc

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The Apparition by Gustav Moreau

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The Sleeping Gypsy by Henri Rousseau

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Self-Portrait with a Sunflower by Anthony Van Dyck

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Happiness, Patience & Karma

Happiness, Patience & Karma

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Karma moves in two directions. If we act virtuously, the seed we plant will result in happiness. If we act non-virtuously, suffering results. ~ Sakyong Mipham

I believe in Karma!  I don’t care how you look at it either, you can consider Karma acts of ethereal heavenly justice, the universe’s way of balancing itself, or even just the fact that people’s acts create actions that eventually reflect back on them the way a ripple in the pond reflects off the shore and returns.  Regardless of how or why, I believe the Wheel of Karma turns and good acts bring about good things in life.  It is one of the reasons I love the TV show My Name is Earl, in a good natured and nutty way it made this point episode after episode.

Unfortunately though, unlike in a TV show, the one thing most of us really dislike about Karma is its normal lack of speed.  As people, and I’m as guilty as the next, we lack patience, we want John Lennon’s Instant Karma.  (Ok admit it, your singing in your head right now, instant karma’s gonna get you.)  This is why patience is so important, when bad acts occur and particularly when people are consciously unkind to us or the ones we love, we want justice.  Although sometimes the speed of Karmic justice is occasionally fast, typically we have to wait many years, sometimes decades to see the Karma Wheel fully turn.

I truly believe that the way you deal with this, the peace  you practice, plays heavily into your own level of happiness.  Being patient means in some sense that you are letting go of the negative feelings, the stress and energy.  You are taking faith in the idea that things will work out and they usually do.  Being able to do that, letting the wheel turn, will make you a happier person and keep you from personally acting in ways that will create your own negative Karma.

So my friends, take a breath, breathing is always the starting point, relax, you don’t have to forget, but let the wheel work it’s course.  I know it’s hard, you feel cheated, that bad people get away with bad things, but they don’t, not forever.  So have a happy day my friends and let the wheel turn.  ~ Rev Kane

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Is this the End? = My Covid Times Diary

Is this the End? –  My Covid Times Diary

dystopia, covid timesThe species will continue, whatever apocalypse we manage to unleash. It just won’t be much fun to live through. ~ Naomi Alderman

A reminder that these Covid Times posts are a departure from our standard Ministry of Happiness fare.  These pieces are meant to be thoughts and musings, a record of my life and mental state during the coronavirus pandemic.

Tonight I want to talk about the American Dream and the coronavirus.   Actually I want to talk about the death of the American Dream.  Let me define very specifically what I mean by the American Dream.  Put into simple terms I’m defining the traditional American Dream as the idea that your children will be more successful in their life than you were in yours.  It’s a very capitalistic sort of an idea.  In this country we have specifically not defined success as being happy or well adjusted or self-actuated.  We’ve in a very Capitalistic way focused on the luxuriation of the lower levels of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs.

maslow, dystopiaYou see what goes for success in America has been that each generation, gets a better education, a bigger house, a nicer car and better vacations than the previous.  Basically this has meant fulfilling our physiological and safety needs in more luxurious forms, with some really nice vacations thrown in.  The thing is, since the 1950’s, in America this dream has been achievable.

My grandparents, (for the most part the children of immigrants), were born citizens in this country.  They had steady work during their lives, bought modest houses and earned pensions.  Things their parents could only have dreamt of having in their lives.

My parents, children of the 40’s and the veterans of World War II, got better jobs than their parents, made more money, took those better vacations (Cape Cod in my family’s case).  They bought a better house, their kids (me and my siblings) were the first in our family to go to college.  So you see that dream continued on to my generation, the children of the 60’s and 70’s.

We have better jobs than our parents did, I went to college and make more money in one year than my parents made combined in any one year.  So by the simple Capitalistic metrics of the traditional American Dream my generation has been a success, but what about the next generation?

What about our children?  It has seemed to me that we are reaching a point where the traditional American Dream no longer holds up.  Our generation has potentially hit a bit of a pinnacle.  People in my generation not only went to college, we went to graduate school.  We have gotten excellent jobs and given the stock market has generally risen over our entire lifetimes, those of us who have invested either on our own, or through our pensions at work (401ks) have seen our wealth grow to levels our parents never imagined.  Our vacations have even for some of us become international in nature.

How can our children top that?   There are only so many slots in the top echelons of employment.  The realities of the raising costs of higher education have meant it’s harder to get an equivalent level of education to that of their parents.  Housing prices have also skyrocketed in many parts of the country making home ownership, one of the core fundamental metrics of success in America, harder to attain.  Which means one of the fundamental ways in which families build wealth is ever increasingly out of reach.

So the next generation is paying more for education, will be less likely to build wealth through home ownership, and are unlikely to exceed their parents in either of these categories, type of job or likely total earnings and wealth.  That’s just the starting point.

Looking into the future, we can see a world where global warning will likely begin to have serious economical and societal impacts.  And now, just as that generation has started it’s career, or is about to, they have found themselves living through the coronavirus pandemic and the coming historic economic downturn.

I’m not going to talk about the health impacts we’re facing in our Covid Times’ lives.  But the even more far reaching economic impacts, since those will most acutely impact the traditional American Dream.  Over the last few weeks, somewhere in the neighborhood of seventeen million people have filed for unemployment.  Roughly four million or so per week.  That is not necessarily expected to slow down immediately.  It is entirely possible that over the next month the unemployment rate for the United States could reach between 20 and 30%.  As a reference point the highest unemployment rate during the Great Depression was 24.9%.  Hopefully, there will be a quicker recovery given the nature of this economic impact, because the unemployment rate stayed at 14% for ten years after the Great Depression.

So, given all of this, I think it’s a safe time to ask, is this the end of the American Dream?

Just another way anxious thoughts of life in Covid Times has taken form.

~ Michael ‘Rev’ Kane

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Life in Covid Times – Inequality

Life in Covid times – Fear

Life in Covid Times – Anxiety

Life in Covid Times – You will never be the same again

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Travel Memories in Covid Times

Travel Memories in Covid Times

rev kane cobra selfieA mind that is stretched by a new experience can never return to its original dimensions.    ~ Oliver Wendell Holmes

So we’re all on shelter in place orders here in California and we have been for six or seven weeks, honestly it’s easy to lose track when every day is the same.  If you read this blog regularly you know that travel is a big part of my life, my happiness, and my very soul.  I write about it often, I’ve written a book about my time on the Appalachian Trail.  So while sheltering in place, and not being able to travel and not even seeing a prospect of doing the type of travel I like to do, anytime soon.  I’ve really for that reason, kept my mind off of traveling, my future plans or the potential missed opportunities we’re all losing out on right now.  I just simply felt that it would be better for my mental state not to think or dwell on that reality given everything that is going on in the world.

But as we all know, nothing you’re trying not to think about stays down very long.  For me, it is often music that takes me into mental spaces I’m trying to avoid.  It’s music that often triggers my writing, particularly my poetry work like the things I wrote about in Otherness and Athena’s Addict.  So I was driving the other day and one of  my favorite songs came on, Marrakesh Express, by Crosby, Stills and Nash.  I’ve heard that song for most of my life and honestly it put taking the Marrakesh Express on my bucket list.  When I finally decided I would visit Morocco I immediately investigated the idea.  To be fully transparent, I actually took it the other way from Marrakesh through Casablanca to Tangier.  I of course had my MP3 player, of course at one point I listened to the song and was blissfully happy for the double reality of the song and finally realizing one of my dreams of being on that train.

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The Marrakech Train Station

So often you dream about something for so log that when it actually happens it turns out to be a bit of a let down.  The thing is, that trip didn’t let me down even a little bit.  Leaving the madness of Marrakesh was truly a relief.  I both loved and loathed my time in Marrakesh.  I had spent three full days living in the old city and it was madness.  While spectacular in every moment, while I loved so many things, the old city is a mental and sensory overload.  You spend every minute being both pleased and assaulted on all of your senses at once.  The people are amazing but also you get solicited more times per minute there, than any place that I have ever been.  During my time there, I saw amazing beauty, I saw ugliness, I saw kind and amazing people and every level of con man you can imagine.  The word cacophony was viscerally defined for me.  I loved it, but it wore me out in ways I couldn’t possibly have expected.

I walked to the train station to board the train, I was tired and excited to be ticking off a bucket list item.  Getting ticketed for the train turned out to be a minor adventure by itself.  I also ended up eating at Kentucky Fried Chicken at the train station and had a spicy chicken and rice dish there that I wish they served here, if they did I’d eat at Kentucky Fried Chicken all of the time, it was absolutely amazing.

Snake charmer in Jemaa el-Fnaa Square in Marrakech

I climbed on to the train and sat down in one of the cars.  The cars were divided into small cabins with two rows of three seats facing each other.  Our car would eventually fill with all six seats being occupied for a time.  The first person to enter the cabin was a beautiful young woman, I casually said hello.  She seemed a bit aloof and honestly now I no longer remember what exactly broke the ice but we began to talk.  It turned out, she was a traveler as well, she had been learning English in Canada I believe, had spent time in Spain and was from Brazil.  I won’t go into the details but she had not enjoyed her time in Morocco, we got involved in a really deep discussion of culture, misogyny, travel and our experiences.  Our conversation flowed uninterrupted for the three or fours hours it took to arrive in Casablanca where we parted ways.  In addition to being an amazing conversation, to her being an amazing and beautiful woman, there was another reason this is one of the best conversations I’ve ever had.  You see our conversation bounced between three languages, we danced between Spanish, English and Portuguese in a way that was far more comfortable than my ability in those languages should have allowed for, it was a truly special time and conversation with a special person.  A couple of times I actually noticed the other inhabitants of the cabin looking at us with a look on their face that seemed to say, who the hell are these people?

So this was the memory that passed across me the other day and made me smile for a couple of reasons.  First it was a great memory that brought me pleasure, secondly it seemed to trigger the universe.  Hannah posted something on Instagram that night, I messaged her and we talked about that conversation briefly, she remarked it was the best time she had in Morocco.  I expressed a hope that someday we’d cross paths again when were both on the road and get to talk again.  But the thing that was really awesome was this memory experience, being so positive, didn’t make me feel worse about our shelter in place reality, it actually made me feel better.  One of the hopes I’ve always had for my life was that my travels, when I’m older and perhaps unable to travel, would remain a source of satisfaction, comfort and happiness for me.  It seems that really will be the case and hopefully travel will do it for you as well, but it certainly has, and seemingly will continue to provide me with happy days my friends.  ~ Rev Kane

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Happiness is Photography: Scotland

Happiness is Photography: Scotland

Plenty of people miss their share of happiness, not because they never found it, but because they didn’t stop to enjoy it.  ~William Feather

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Rev Kane goin native in the Scottish Highlands

Five years ago I had the pleasure of walking across Scotland, from Fort Williams to Inverness via The Great Glenn way.  A really pleasant walking trip about 6 days, staying each night at inns and B&B’s.  I was fortunate to see very little rain, low levels of midges and to be walking while a flotilla was moving day-to-day along the same path along the lochs.  The Scottish people are wonderful, kind, welcoming and in an instant will invite a wild looking red bearded American to dinner with family and a glass of whiskey.  Here are some images from my trip.   In Scotland I had nothing but happy days my friends.  ~ Rev Kane

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Loch Ness

Loch Ness

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Loch Lochy

Loch Lochy

Flotilla with Viking boat trailing

Flotilla with Viking boat trailing

Highland Cows

Highland Cows

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Have to love Scottish town names

Have to love Scottish town names

Drumnadrochit, home of 2 Loch Ness Monster Museums

Drumnadrochit, home of 2 Loch Ness Monster Museums

Lake overlooking Inverness

Pond overlooking Inverness

Edinburgh Castle

Edinburgh Castle

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