Daily Archives: August 24, 2006

Different Americas

When I was a kid I was a Boy Scout.

As a Scout, I learned something called the Flag Code, which was established by Congress as guidelines for the display and treatment of the American Flag.

I’m not making this post to suggest anything like a personal shift in politics — I just want to illustrate the differences between what so many people think patriotism is and what we’ve technically codified as the “proper” way to celebrate it.

If you’re so inclined, take a look through the Code and see how many violations of this are being perpetrated by today’s “patriots:”

Flag Code of the USA

It’s another example, to me, of how there are many “myths” of what it means to be American — and how many of them are based on incomplete or incorrect information.

People forget that Mother Jones and the Wobblies are as representative of American history as Ronald Reagan and the Young Republicans.
Dissent is an American tradition. Opposition to immoral policies is as American as…well, apple pie. Organic apple pie, of course…


I’m up

Thank you, Ambien and herbal supplements, for giving me a decent night’s sleep within the usually assigned parameters of when said sleep should occur.

With all the extra time this morning, I am finally downloading and printing various financial and legal documents necessary for the divorce.

It says something to me about the rightness of the situation that I am not especially tense, upset, worried, nervous, unhappy, wistful, or otherwise emotionally roiled as I do this.

In fact, my only serious emotional reaction is that the necessary websites are all too complicated to be believed. You’d think the Massachusetts Trial Court Division might take a little better look at making their site user friendly…

then again, if they did we wouldn’t need lawyers, would we?

On another note, Tornadoes’ last home game tonight. Anyone in?


New LJer

Please go give a warm welcome to frequegrl, who is just joining LJ. She’s near and dear to my heart.

Welcome, Missy!


Sometimes I listen to my poetry and all I can hear is an echo. Someone wrote and spoke the poem before I did. So much for speaking my truth to power…all I do is echo the truth someone else spoke before me. I’m a parrot.

Dumb cluck bird
don’t let him anywhere near
a notebook.

Any word he says is likely stolen.
He saw the shiny and lifted it,
tucked it under his wing.

Watch your poetry —
I’ll take it and pretend
I believe in your truth.

No point in continuing this, i’m just a copyist,
the blanker the page, the better.