Archive for June, 2006

Burning as Free Speech

Friday, June 30th, 2006

I once witnessed a burning of an American flag.

Let me explain - it probably wasn’t the kind of “flag burning” that has so many conservatives (and their Congressional stooges) up in arms these days. There’s a story behind this, and I’m going to explain it to you so that you can understand it.

When I was a young teenager and a devoted Boy Scout, I attended several yearly summer camp events at a local Scout camp facility on the Oregon coast, known as Camp Meriwether. One year, we had all gathered around the big arena, with hundreds of young Scouts and their adult leaders and chaperones in the bleachers, for one of the nightly meetings. We usually had these for every night of a week-long summer camp, and most of the time ended up singing silly uplifting (but non-religious) campfire songs like “Up With People” or something like that. Thoroughly silly.

One night, the campfire agenda was very different. The camp leaders had announced that the old American flag, which had flown over Camp Meriwether’s main parade grounds, was battered and torn beyond all reasonable repair, and it was their solemn duty to retire the flag in the most honorable way possible.

Now, given that we had all been ingrained with respect for the American flag as young Scouts, we were loath to ever let it touch the ground, as that would have been a sign of disrespect. (I’m told that the U.S. Military works the same way.) So, instead of burying it to be eaten by the worms of the earth, hanging and displaying it for all to see its damage, or packing it in a box and letting it slowly rot and crumble, the Scout camp leaders had decided that the most honorable way to retire the flag was to burn it in a ceremony.

After this was explained, a large oblong bonfire was built in the middle of the arena, and the fire was brought up to a good roaring flame. (In later years, I would recognize the construction of this bonfire as that used to cremate soldiers in war, thanks to the magic of Hollywood.) The master of the ceremony requested that we remain silent during the ceremony, and not use any cameras or recording devices to record what we were about to see. At the time, we didn’t understand why.

Six of the most senior patrol leaders entered the arena, carrying the folded flag to be retired. As they slowly approached the bonfire, they briskly unfolded the flag, without letting it touch the sandy ground. Eventually three of the Scouts took their places on each of the long sides of the old flag, whereupon all six marched lengthwise towards the bonfire, holding the flag at chest-height.

I’ll never forget how the flames leaped up to consume the tattered and worn flag, which was carried straight over the burning branches and sticks, and gracefully released on cue to fall slowly, squarely, onto the bonfire. I’ll always remember how the Scouts each made sure that no corner or edge of the flag ever touched the ground as it was placed securely and lovingly into the fire.

That experience moved me greatly. Powerful doesn’t even begin to describe what I felt. For some time afterwards, as we watched the remnants of the flag be consumed by the flames, we all couldn’t speak, even afterwards as we were dismissed and hiked back to our respective campgrounds for the night. For we had witnessed the ceremonial burning of the primary symbol of liberty of this nation, yet it was done with the utmost respect, care, and love. And we all watched silently as the new U.S. flag was hoisted on the main flagpole, early the following morning, taking the place of its retired and ragged predecessor, yet still flapping in the coastal winds as an unchanging symbol of our nation’s standards.

If those six Scouts had been photographed or videotaped that night, I’m sure that somebody, somewhere, would have published it, and then whipped up 51% of this country into a frenzy over it. Who knows - if the flag-burning amendment had passed, they would probably have been branded as criminals.

My point is this: whether someone burns a flag in a respectful ceremony of retirement, or whether someone (for whatever their reasons) burns a flag as a gesture of hatred or anger against this nation - either way, we’re dealing with emotions and feelings which are too profound to ever be restricted under any law. No amendment, legislation or judicial ruling can ever hope to limit or change those emotions.

When someone burns a flag, they’re telling us that they have something to say, and we need to listen.

Mighty hunter catches a mouse!

Friday, June 9th, 2006

Okay, so tonight we caught and maimed our first mouse in our relatively-new home.

About 11:30 PM, I was using the computer when I noticed a fast, furry blur run across the carpet. I immediately jumped up to see where it had hidden. Turns out it was a little gray mouse, about 4″ long (including the tail). Immediately it ran out from its hiding spot in the bedroom, straight into the wife’s walk-in closet.

Now, for those of you who don’t know my wife, understand that she’s a magnet for clothing and other things, which eventually get stuffed into her capacious closet. She visits local clothing stores frequently, and ends up bringing something home for herself more often than not. Additionally, she has a selection of older clothes which she used to wear before we got married, and most of these didn’t fit any more, but she hadn’t had any chance to clean them out yet.

Not criticizing - just saying - she’s got a BUTTLOAD of apparel in that closet. So much so that there’s limited space for anything of mine, and she constantly pressures me to move my stuff out of the closet.

So this mouse had probably just found the ideal spot to hide in our house. We immediately went to work trying to remove it from the closet, and preferably from the house. First order of business was to use some cardboard boxes to block the doorway, to prevent little Mickey from escaping the closet and running elsewhere in the house.

In addition to piles of sweaters, t-shirts and jeans, we removed many bags of other garments, in addition to bags of more bags. Like I mentioned earlier, she’s a pack-rat when it comes to the closet.

Half an hour later, we had cleaned out most of the closet floor, and had a few “close calls” where we attempted to scare the mouse into a carefully-positioned paper bag as an attempt to trap it. In every case, the mouse was just too damned fast, and who could blame it? It was hiding and running for its life. Wife wanted me to grab it and pick it up while wearing a plastic bag on my hand, but I ended up grabbing a 2-foot steel ruler instead, in the hopes of scaring it out and smacking it.

Finally, we got it cornered long enough for me to give it 2 good blows with my makeshift saber, and this left dazed and injured well enough to be grabbed with my bag-covered hand. I dropped it into the paper bag, which the wife rolled closed and handed to me for further dispatching.

I ended up taking the bag outside and inverting it on our driveway. The little rodent fell to the ground with a small thud, landed on its side, and lay there breathing sporadically.

I guess I ended up whacking it hard enough. I don’t think it’ll survive the night - either a scavenger will come along and see a warm appetizer on the pavement, or it’ll expire due to its internal injuries.

Now before anyone decides to get all “earthy” on me and tell me how I should live in harmony with my fellow mammals, let me offer the following 5 justifications for removing this mouse by force:

  1. I have 1-year-old twins. Neither of them need any rodent bites.
  2. Mouse droppings.
  3. Diseases.
  4. Chewing up clothes, foodstuffs or other valuables.
  5. Baby mice.

At times like these, I almost wish we had a cat.

And you ought to see the wife when a spider, millipede or (gasp) an earthworm happens to be anywhere near her. Once she found a dead, dessicated earthworm in the garage, and she ended up doing a little song-and-dance of fright that I’ve used to tease her ever since. And earwigs - oh boy! Talk about squeamish.

So anyway, we ended up cleaning the closet for the next hour. I assisted, and she ended up bagging a lot of the old clothes for donation to a local thrift store. So I guess something good came out of this - I’ve been encouraging her to get rid of a lot of the old crap for a while.

Whew!

Software for the Mac

Thursday, June 8th, 2006

You’ve probably heard many Mac fan-boys rave about the quality of software that’s available for the Mac.

I’m here to tell you that they are right.

I, a former open-source junkie, have found myself doing the unthinkable: paying for closed-source software, including an operating system (Mac OS X “Tiger”).

Here are some of the software packages I have purchased recently.

  • TextMate - the last word on code editors
  • StickyBrain - may eventually replace the ubiquitous sticky notes and scraps of paper on my desk, and so much more
  • Speed Download - emulated by many, matched by none
  • Path Finder - file management for power users
  • CandyBar and Pixadex - okay, this was just for fun
  • GarageSale - eBay auction listings made simple

And, of course, where would I be without the free software (no-cost as well as freely-distributable) which has been indispensable?

  • Camino - possibly the best web browser for Mac OS X
  • Smultron - the second-best code editor I’ve ever used
  • CocoaMySQL - the GUI that should have been included with MySQL
  • SSHKeyChain - putting a nice face on SSH keys, tunnels, and agents
  • Adium - chat. (quack! it’s a duck!)
  • iSnip - the best way to copy and paste
  • iStumbler - great for troubleshooting wireless connection issues
  • CyberDuck - the master of file-transfer, also a duck
  • Carbon Copy Cloner - great for duplicating or backing up hard disks

You can tell the true value of an operating system by the applications which are available for it. Therefore, Mac OS X is worth its weight in gold.