Values
Chapter 1 - Measuring Value
Labels: attitude, deficit, entitlements, hypocrisy, perspective, values, W
The weekly (ok, monthly) ramblings of a soon to be former RED HORSE mechanic/former English teacher/VHA education programmer, and president, Coolest Guys On Campus Club. For those of you just joining us, click on the March 2005 archive, scroll to the bottom of the posts, and read your way back up... or at least read that first one to see what this is really all about.
Chapter 1 - Measuring Value
Labels: attitude, deficit, entitlements, hypocrisy, perspective, values, W
Wednesday night of this week, the Tribe FINALLY managed to string together three measley wins in a row with one against the Devil Rays. (At least they didn't wait until June for that!) (And yeah, I still call them that) Their timing couldn't have been better. After all, it sent the message that if this year's hapless Tribe can string three in a row together, then surely the far more capable Cavs can do the same.
The Cavs three game streak began last night. (now they only need to win two in a row... a much easier proposition) I predict the Cavs won't lose another until maybe game 3 or 4 against the Lakers and that will be the final loss of the season for the soon to be NBA champs. That's right, they'll be only the 9th out of nearly 200 playoff teams to come back from a 3-1 deficit to win the series. They're THAT special. I feel bad for Orlando fans this Saturday night. Life will truly suck for them as they prepare to come back to Cleveland to have their season ended!!
Another, far more interesting note to me:
Wadsworth High School band legend Sam Mayes retires at the end of this school year after 30 years of teaching and directing, 27 of it at Wadsworth, the last 9 at the Central Intermediate School where my daughter plays clarinet in the 5th grade band and sings in the 5th/6th grade choir.
Mr. Mayes came to Wadsworth by way of Coventry, a neighboring district, and there, by way of Indiana University of Pennsylvania(where he played trombone, Ray.) He even joined the "trombone line" last night to play the featured parts of Slip and Slide with about 15 5th grade trombonists? tromboners (no, that can't be it).
I was too dumb to have figured out that I could have passed some of my high school prison sentence playing an instrument for free rather than sitting in class, so I only knew Mr. Mayes from a student's perspective as that goofy new guy with bozo the clown hair. He came to WHS and took over as band director my senior year.
I knew him from a parent's perspective through two daughters in his band. He was the guy who somehow kept the band's population steady at nearly 50% of the class's populations. That's over 150 kids in both the 5th and 6th grade bands. They were so big that neither class/band had any space to practice as one unit except the performance stage, which was only cleared for use during concerts so they practiced in chunks. I also knew him as the guy who created the first 6th grade Jazz band in the school's history, populating it with nearly 50 kids... who always play Louie Louie as part of their Spring concert... and always feature solos from brave students (last year there were 7 solos but only 3 last night... SOLOS, by SIXTH graders in jazz band!!)
5th and 6th grade is a remarkable time for band kids. The school year starts with strange, scary, often annoying noises coming from their instruments, but the CIS band staff somehow manages to pick the right songs and steer the kids into delivering solid, if not occasionally amazing performances. Last night's final concert fell into the amazing category. My wife and I kept assuring ourselves that both the 5th and 6th grade bands weren't just AS good as many high school bands we've heard, they were truly better. I don't know if they kicked it up for Mr. Mayes's last show, or if the program is simply that rock solid, but it has never been a chore to attend these concerts. It has always been a pleasure. Last night was exemplary.
The auditorium they play in won't hold all of the parents from both grade levels, so they kick the 5th grade parents out after the band is done, then the combined choir sings (over 100 kids, all of whom come in an hour before school for every practice) and then they kick parents out again and then the 6th graders and the Jazz band finish the show. Mr. Mayes and his three bands received three standing ovations last night. They were the first in my memory at these concerts.
For me, being part of all three was a small thank you to him and to all the teachers who put in that kind of effort, that kind of magic over the course of an all too often unforgiving, thankless career. If you watched Mr. Mayes for more than about 30 seconds at a concert, you could instantly see his was a labor of love, but it's still a tough job that never gets the credit it deserves... not in pay and certainly not in respect.
Mr. Mayes is one of many examples of what's great about public education, what's so important that music remain a part of it, and a reminder that most of the people involved with it are VERY good at what they do... even if they don't all achieve his level of success.
Luth,
Out
I know I’ve way overused the “I just read this in Esquire” premise for a post, but you can’t pick on a guy for where he finds his inspiration. Well, actually you can, and most people do, frequently, but I’m not going to let that stop me.
David Granger, the magazine’s editor, writes a column every month called “This Way In” by way of introducing and setting up each issue. Yes, I actually read them, most of the time anyway, and most of the time they, at the very least, demonstrate why he holds the post he does with that organization. He is insightful, unafraid of expressing unpopular opinions and an accomplished writer. His vision for the magazine is clear in its continuous reach for something new while maintaining its traditions.
Every now and then though, Mr. Granger exceeds that standard and contributes a piece that outshines, or at least rivals all else that follows that first or second page. This month’s is one of those times.
His was a simple message, to be clear, but in a time when the redundant and pedantic “now more than ever” has been added to every proclamation from Twinkies ads to rationalizations for illegitimate wars, it can’t be stated enough.
His message is this: For most of us it’s not that bad so man up, count your blessings, and quit yer whinin’!
He establishes this as an undisputable truth with reasons dear to my heart. I’ll lay a few of them out here and then add a few of my own as a means of justifying my own existence:
1. every generation wants theirs to be the best and the worst of times so we tend to exaggerate our situation – I knew a guy in college who ALWAYS noted this about Buffalo, NY
(Granger invokes HALF of the classic Dickens first line and a hypothesized editorial response to it from the European poor to illustrate the repetitiveness of this truism)
2. even if it were as bad as Al Gore says, and we did everything he suggests, we’d only, by the most generous predictions, succeed in reducing global warming by .3 degrees by the year 2100.
3. the current economic crisis, while nothing to sneeze at, means it’s easier to:
- get a seat at great restaurants and most offer value priced specials!
- unhinge our economy from the volatile futures market where it never should have been
…all things that should have happened long ago!
To Granger’s list I’ll add:
- buy cheap real estate
- catch up on that degree you abandoned
- change careers (we all need different kinds of motivation, for instance: being fired)
- buy cheap stock in companies you KNOW will be around in 10 years
- vacation in Cuba and bring home legal cigars (OK, maybe not quite yet, but…)
I guess what hits home most to me about Granger’s advice or observation is how it applies to politics. Trying times cause us to take stock. We should do that more often. While I’m happy that the American political trend seems to be a resurgence of the voice of the largely moderate electorate, I think we should take a little more notice of it.
The extremes from both poles have had the floor for far too long. I truly do not begrudge Rush or Billo for making a career out of this. In fact, if anything, I’m a little jealous. Not so much of their “success” as of their ability to fool the rest of the media into believing they matter more than they really do. Actually, that’s a misstatement as well. If they didn’t actually matter, the last three elections would have been vastly different. We would have discussed issues that really matter in a rational, reasonable manner. WE didn’t, hence Rush and Billo matter.
The Air America crew – and I’ll go ahead and put names to them: Al Franken and Janene Garafolo, (the only ones I can recall) were no better. Though I obviously lean slightly more in their direction than in Fox’s, I’m just as disgusted with their extremism as I am with that of the other side. In fact, maybe even more so for their lack of ability to pull off a successful campaign already modeled for them by their polar opposites. Perhaps they didn’t go extreme enough. Or, as I like to fool myself into believing on occasion, perhaps it’s just that their FAR LESS extreme/FAR MORE reasonable content simply doesn’t sell (watch the talk shows and the news if you doubt my theory) But even I have to admit that they tried to be just as extreme, they just weren’t as good at it as the right.
The point is, these folks don’t represent US. They represent extremes and while America might be extremely greedy, extremely shortsighted, extremely forgetful, and a lot of other adjectives to the extreme, as a nation, we tend to chug along with a high degree of stability, which is to say, overall moderation and reasonability. We’re really not bad neighbors to have most of the time even if we tend to be a little boring once the extremes are ignored. And in spite of ourselves, we’re still the best hope in the world for the vast majority of Earth’s inhabitants.
We provide the best opportunity to rise out of one’s born class regardless of color, creed or even competence. We take care of our own (most of the time) better than just about any other group of people on the planet and when we falter in that, we’re the first to admit it even if we fight over the best way to fix it. At least we fight about it and allow for the fight/discussion to happen instead of repressing all opposition!
We could get better at that fight and I believe we have in the past year. Rush and Billo have proven themselves to be exactly what they are: shock value entertainers with no concern at all for what they’re spewing aside from the ratings and cash it gets them. Al Franken has put his money where is mouth was and opted to do something about it rather than just talk and make money. Like him, more Americans have taken a true interest in politics than we have in a long, long time, but there still remains a lingering doubt.
This doubt is reinforced each time I hear someone say something like “I hate all parties and all politicians. You just can’t trust any of ‘em anymore.”
On the one hand, it’s refreshing to hear this from people who formerly spewed party politics rather than contemplate a thought of their own for more than the time it takes to pop the top on a beer. On the other hand, this is exactly the attitude Granger is railing against.
Opting out is not an option. Politicians are what they are and have always been. They’re no worse nor better in our time than they ever were. Ditto the media, education, communication, technology, the economy, religion, guns, abortion, etc. and so on. Dropping out of the participatory process that is America in general and our political process in specific is just a lame excuse for your laziness.
It’s the dropouts who allow the extremists to take control in the first place… and only after watching them run away with everything great about our world are we finally drawn back into not just the polls, but the process itself. Party extremists can get people to the polls, but it took a campaign like Obama’s to actually get folks back into the process. If he hadn’t mustered up the now famous high-tech grass-roots campaign, pulling people in as volunteers and campaigners, he never would have gotten folks to the polls. Moderation was his stance. The only extremism came via his oppositions accusations.
Suddenly people are shocked to hear that he, like Clinton, is actually a moderate. Welcome to mainstream America. Don’t believe the extremist hype. Jump in the pool and discover that the water, scarce as it seems to be growing, is actually rather fine.
Does this mean we shouldn’t strive for that .3 degree reduction in global temperatures Al Gore’s less optimistic critics say we can achieve? No. Does it mean we should continue to artificially inflate rapidly self-destructing American companies rather than letting the market run its course? No. Does it mean we should abandon the workers through whose efforts those company’s helped establish American dominance and make it the great place it is and continuously tries to be? Of course not.
What it means is it’s time to STAY involved. It’s time to remember to count our blessings and realize it’s not that bad, or at least that we can make it better. It’s also time to remember that it’s worse for some, better for others. It’s time to do what we can for ourselves and for others so they can make it better for themselves as we strive to make it better for ourselves. These goals aren’t mutually exclusive and the vast majority of us are glad to share them as common goals. That’s not socialism, it’s America. There will always be folks content to do the labor, earn the meager wage, buy the products and live their lives firmly in a comfortable, anonymous middle class. Without them, the big wheels have no customers, no one from whom to make massive fortunes and remain or arrive among the elite, no one to build or deliver their products. But those elites must also remember the contributions everyone makes along the way. Elite (in terms of wealth) does not equal better or worse. The measure of one’s success or contribution isn’t always monetary.
Granger points this out expertly with his “unhinging our economy from the banks” idea. The nation of Bhoutan takes it even further by dropping the notion of Gross National Product in favor of Gross National Happiness – wherein they spend the nation’s cash not on that which returns the most cash, but on what returns the most happiness for their citizenry. Now that’s extreme, but somewhere between what they do and what we do, there’s a far more acceptable and realistic solution.
Now that those of us who comprise the middle of the bell on that famous curve have come back into power, let’s keep it that way by vowing to never return to those extremes again.
Expect more from your government by remaining an active participant in and customer of it. Don’t give up and let the extremes on either side shape the future for you. Don’t be the “no voter” who never proposes any solutions but rather constantly criticizes the solutions someone else proposes.
It's no surprise that Rush Limbaugh's memory is short. In his battle against our "welfare state" he forgets that he once received public assistance. In his battle against Obama's "bastardization of the Constitution," he quotes the Declaration of Independence but cited the (either misquoted or paraphrased) words (depending on whether you think he’s a gas bag or a genius) as part of the Preamble to the Constitution, and in his battle against anything Democratic, he seems to have quickly forgotten that the President of the United States is OUR president, the nation's president, not just the president of the people who voted for him.
It wasn't too long ago that Rush was reminding liberals of this. Rush seems to have forgotten that outside of the campaigns very few but those who are as extreme in their views as Rush, ever want any president to fail.
Rush seems to have forgotten that while many of Bush's policies seemed doomed to failure from their inception, simply pointing that out is a far cry from actually rooting for them to fail. I'm not telling anyone anything new when I say I wasn't a big fan of the war in Iraq. It's never been justified. It's never accomplished anything and the cost will never be recouped. BUT not only did I, a card carrying liberal, NOT want it to fail, I actually participated in it at MY commander in chief's request even though I thought it was a stupid idea and I didn’t vote for that commander in chief. That’s what Americans do. I hoped, with that eternal optimism that many Americans have, that I’d discover something in Iraq that aligned with what Rush and Cheney and Bush were telling us back home… that some shred of logic might make it all clearer to me. I was disappointed, but I did my job and made it home.
What did Rush do? He ran his mouth in support of the war, forgot that it hasn’t panned out as predicted, then quickly abandoned his false patriotism to publicly wish for the failure of the man elected by Americans to lead America.
In my weakest moments, I too was pretty disrespectful to my commander in chief. I regret that I let my frustration get to me to that extent. I have no excuse. Unlike Rush, I was never under the influence of prescription pain killers that weren't prescribed to me. While I voiced my opinion about who the NEXT president should be, often invoking the actions of the current administration's all too public failing policies as evidence in support of what I believed, I never hoped that the current president would fail at anything. I simply wanted to replace him the next time around because of the failures no one else could even conceive. That’s what Americans do.
Unlike Rush, I realize that our leaders, as representatives of our nation, set the course of our nation. Though Rush tried to mitigate this throughout his 90 minutes of blather to C-Pac last week, there's no getting around the basic idea: root for the nation's leaders to fail and you're rooting for the nation to fail.
It doesn't surprise me that Rush feels this way. He's supported failed national policy for most of his working career. In fact, if it weren't for applying false logic, oversimplification, and yelling louder than anyone else in the room in defense of failed policy, he wouldn't have a job. No one would know who he is.
What surprises me most about the speech is how closely it ties the Rush mentality with the American presidential assassins described in Sarah Vowell’s Assassination Vacation. In this humorous travelogue/autobiography of all sites associated with three president killers, Vowell provides a glimpse into their lives, their thoughts (through diary entries and other museum displays) as well as the lives of the presidents these men killed, the lives of the presidents that took over, their opponents and supporters, and the stereotypical American. (You know by now that I’m no history buff, but this is the kind of book that is an interesting character study that just happens to make the history come alive in the process only because its subjects just happen to be historical figures. You know what, that’s not even entirely accurate since Vowell and her many traveling companions are not historical. OK, so I’m not a literary critic.)
Anyway, two weeks ago, comparing Rush to America’s presidential assassins would have been purely to elicit response... nothing more than my own, misinformed opinion spread over the Web as the Web allows and begs, but Rush has given my comparison teeth with this latest media charade. Using not only a well covered semi-political event, but also Fox TV's coverage of it as his forum, Rush made clear that he is an ungrateful, childish, disrespectful and extremely arrogant hypocrite... just in case anyone was still wondering… who actually believes his own dogma. He demonstrated that the only thing he even pretends to honor from the greatest nation in the world is his ability to pull large amounts of cash out of its bleating lambs. This is all to say, somewhat more frighteningly, that he seems to have an awful lot in common with John Wilkes-Booth, Charles Guiteau and Leon Czolgolsz.
Jealousy, you say? Perhaps a tinge on the surface, but Rush is actually my motivational example that money and fame generally aren't worth what one has to give up for them.
There was a time when Elvis was a hero of mine, but the fat sweaty guy in bedazzled, oversized collared, fringed jumpsuits who eventually died on his toilet was a quick lesson for me about what a hero is. These days, when someone famous shows up on an infomercial, or on one of those "Where are they now" or "Celebrity Rehab" shows, that same lesson is learned all over again. But good old Rush has saved us the trouble of wondering when it will happen to him. Instead, he's made the leap on his own with one last dying gasp broadcast on his beloved cable channel. Naysayers might argue that he's always spewing attention-worthy drivel clearly intended to capitalize on the "there's no such thing as bad publicity" theory for achieving fame, but this new low has "grand finale" written all over it.
Even I didn't believe he would ever sink this deep into the smelliest mud... actually voicing his desire for the nation that made him rich to fail. I'm surprised he didn't offer himself up as an example of what's wrong with us these days. That would have been the final nail... the Kool-Aid stains on his chin.
So anyway, how does this link Rush to the likes of Wilkes-Booth, Guiteau and Czolgolsz – killers of Lincoln, Garfield, and McKinley - you ask? On the most basic level, they, like Rush, they truly believed they would be greeted as heroes for their courageous acts by a grateful nation. They were arrogant SOBs who believed they were divinely called to right the wrongs under which the entire nation suffered. Wiles-Booth thought himself a pillar of the Republican party. Guiteau believed that as well and that he deserved, and was even qualified to be the U.S. Ambassador to France. Czolgolsz, well, he was just an anarchist so maybe there’s no real link… no, wait, anarchists want government to fail so that in its absence, life will be beautiful. That’s more like Rush than I thought. Isn’t anarchy just the logical extension of the notion “that government is best which governs least?”
It’s also no coincidence that Roosevelt, who stepped in for McKinley, was a centrist who brokered revolutionary deals that, while not necessarily pleasing to both labor and industry, addressed both of their needs in a rational manner void of politics and partisan patronage. It’s almost as though, as Vowell puts it, he stopped being a Republican. (her words, not mine) I’m sure the pundits of the day felt Roosevelt was driving the nation to ruin with such revolutionary ideas as rational discussion, compromise, and trying to understand several perspectives before pronouncing policy.
But back to the arrogance of the assassins…
In the context of a joke, Limbaugh actually told his C-pac audience that God is jealous of him. Even in his attempts at self-deprecation, Limbaugh redefines arrogance. The only thing those assassins had over Limbaugh is their willingness to fully commit their egos, and their lives to the final task. Limbaugh, comfy in what he takes from our nation – at least until his wish comes true and the nation is no longer, won't go that final step/bite the hand that feeds him/prove his hypocrisy, but what he told his audience and the Fox viewers, was that he fully supports the thinking.
Wilkes-Booth believed that he spoke for both the North and the South and that his actions would not only heal a bleeding nation, be lauded, seen as justified, praised even, but, more specicically, that he could save the Republican Party from what Lincoln had done to it. He was shocked and almost suicidal when he learned this was not the case.
Czolgolsz must have been shocked when, while standing in line to shake President McKinley’s hands/shoot McKinley at the World Fair in Buffalo, he was actually tackled and beaten by a cop and a citizen who had been in line behind him. McKinley, bleeding on the floor of the convention hall, actually told the cop who joined the citizen to go easy on his assassin. Proving that those who actually rise to leadership rather than just lobbing arrows at their leaders from behind, can put personal desires aside and do what’s right rather than what will make them rich and famous. That’s a hard job to have. Rush’s job is much easier… so much so in fact, that I do it for free!
Charles Guiteau's trial was known for the entertainment value provided via Mr. Guiteau's nonsensical tirades. Though he made it clear with the speeches that he had lost his grip on reality, he undermined his own defense team's insanity plea by actually putting together entertaining speeches, even poetry about how wonderful he is and how God told him to kill President Garfield... that, in fact, the murder would save the Republican party.
The only difference seems to be that back in those days, folks had enough sense to laugh at Guiteau, not with him. They came to the trial to hear what kind of goofiness he would spew next, NOT to hear the "truth" about what's best for our nation.
Luth,
Out
Finally! America has, once and for all, put behind us that ugly racism that has held us back, distracted, disrupted, halted progress, shed blood and generally drained energy and resources since our very beginnings.
I don't really have a stimulus package, but as you may have guessed, I have an opinion on the president's and here it is:
In Eric Weiner's The Geography of Happiness he talks of the nation of Bhutan, its efforts to maintain its history and culture, but mostly of its policy of Gross National Happiness.
The first two words in that phrase should sound familiar enough. Even if you don't know what they mean, Gross National Product or Gross Domestic Product should be phrases you've heard before. Often, the terms are used to describe not just the wealth, but the overall health of a nation. Bhutan has a different take on this. Instead of measuring their worth, their government's worth, and their national policies by measure of what they produce (and, of course, by association, what they consume) they've chosen to rate themselves on a policy of national happiness.
"But," you think to yourself, "you can't measure happiness."
"Why not?" says Weiner and a growing number of phsychologists, sociologists, magazine editors and jounalists. In a recent Business Week survey, Bhutan was rated the eighth happiest nation in the world. It made Weiner's list of places to check out because he had seen the survey and was familiar with the work of a psychologist from the Netherlands who spoke of it, and because he wanted to find a place that was relatively poor by most standards but still made everyone else's lists of happy places.
What intrigued me about Weiner's description of the place was the fact that the underlying idea behind Bhutan's otherwise VERY idiosyncratic methods of achieving Gross National Happiness was the idea that living within one's means virtually guarntees the policy's success. Before having a local explain this to him directly, Weiner notices a road sign on which the following is hand painted:
When the last tree is cut
When the last river is emptied
When the last fish is caught
Only then will Man realize that he can not eat money
Ok, ok, so they're all tree huggers? Well, not really. Some of their dedication to preservation, at least in the form of preventing littering, comes to them much more honestly... via superstition or faith, if you prefer. Weiner relates the story of three hikers walking past a lake into which they've thrown their trash. Without warning a dense fog enveloped the area and caused the hikers to get lost. Only one of them was ever found. Legend has it that the spirit of the lake took the other two hikers as punishment for their "sins." Folks in Bhutan don't litter now. And sure, they're not above animism, but it's not the ONLY reason they believe in sustainability.
When he finally manages to track down a government official who is initially "too busy" to be interviewed for the book, Weiner asks him why he has just seen graphic footage of Hiroshima and Nagasaki at a presentation the official has just hosted. The official's response sums up the policy:
"I truly believe that a country that is committed to happiness cannot be bellicose; if we don't pursue a sustainable way of life, we will be fighting for resources. Not just for oil and not necessarily between nations. It might be a fight for water between San Diego and Los Angeles."
While this official's answer doesn't exactly address the footage about which Weiner inquires, it does represent the essence of Bhutan's policy: they're frickin nuts!
Just like every era-marking idea in the history of man.
Only when someone, somewhere, has the balls to say or think or try something totally nuts is history made. Only when the common thinking is challenged in a way that allows a new idea, a new way of thinking, a completely different view of the world to gain some traction are problems we've never foreseen on the verge of being solved.
In the case of Bhutan, an entire nation has bought into this madness. According to Weiner, they owe much of their current thinking to an ancestor who came along about 500 years ago named Drupka Kunley. Natives sometimes call him the Divine Madman. Weiner compares him to Woody Allen and Howard Stern. He was a bit of a drunk, a womanizer, apparently had what some might call a flatulence problem, and he laid down the ideals for a nation that now places the happiness of its people above the wealth of its people.
The Bhutanese have done this in some strange ways, not all of which sound all that great, but doesn't every plan run into some roadblocks? While they still keep a very strict limit on tourism, forgoing potential millions, they have added cable TV, hospitals, schools, and even a few "roads" if you use the term loosely. Men are advised (but not forced) to meditate at some point in their lives for three years, three days and three months and not too long ago, the government ran power lines up into the Himalayas to provide a village just for this meditation. There's no profit involved. It doesn't cost anything to go and meditate there, and there's little financially to be derived from any phase of the ordeal, but that wasn't a consideration.
I'm leaving out many of the details, but you can read Weiner's book (it really is interesting and it looks at a lot of other places in the world while doling out digestible chunks of data driven "happiness research" along the way) or you can just Wiki Bhutan for yourself. My point, and I do have one, is that regardless of how nutty this particular nation of people may be, the fact that they still exist, and by most standards are doing just fine, seems to indicate that the time has come for their crazy idea to be recognized by others.
This means a shift in thinking.
Nietzche says something like this in Daybreak:
"It is not enough to prove something, one also has to seduce or elevate people to it. That is why the man of knowledge should learn how to speak his wisdom: and often in such a way that sounds like folly."
Plenty of smart people have told us for a long time that money can't buy happiness, that it's not a true measure of wealth or health. That nations cannot be measured solely by it and yet, for the last twenty years of my life and long before, I suspect, every indication of where we are and where we are going as a nation has been in terms of the mighty dollar.
Weiner poses a riddle early on in his chapter on Bhutan. It's as if he's having trouble wrapping his brain around the nation's crazy ideas even though he went there for the sole purpose of grasping them. The riddle goes like this:
What do the following have in common: The War in Iraq, The Exxon Valdez, and the rise in the U.S. prison population? The answer, of course, is that they all contribute to... favorably contribute to our Gross Domestic Product. In pure economic terms, that makes all three of these items "good."
Now look, I'm not saying that Bhutan has all the answers, nor does Weiner. In fact, he bemoans the lack of a good cup of coffee just about everywhere in the country and notes that many of the "cafes" his tour guide drops him in serve only instant... bad instant. And I'm not saying we could suddenly drop the economy that currently has our nation chugging along so briskly and wonderfully overnight. But I am saying that the staying power of this idea is a sign that we're ready to evolve as a species into a higher form of managing ourselves and our world.
Though plenty of people WAY smarter than me have told us many times before that money isn't everything, we've never been seduced to any alternatives. We've never been elevated to any new way of thinking about it. Eric Weiner's book has thrown some sand under our wheels as they spin on the financial ice. Dr. Ruut Veenhoven, Professor of Happiness Studies and his World Happiness Database in the Netherlands, Positive Psychology programs popping up at Clarmont University in California, and now Penn State, surveys by Business Week, and a whole lot of searching for a better way HAVE elevated us to this idea.
It is rarely enough to prove something. We must be elevated to it. It must be presented to us as folly, so we are forced to consider it over and over until something about it strikes us as real.
The Geography of Happiness speaks this truth as though it were pure folly. It is entertaining in its most biographical purposes, pleasantly enlightening in its dissemination of research, but most importantly, it elevates us to an entire shift in thinking. It introduces us to guests standing at our doorway who appear a little scary compared to the guests we're used to, but dammit, I think it's time we let them in, offer them something to drink, some good conversation, and just see if we can't enjoy what we have to learn from them for a while.
What have we got to lose?
By the way, while cleaning up the 'blog, I found an old post lying around in draft form, realized how overdue a new post was and though it's probably too late, I thought maybe this might remind us all, on the day after a historic inauguaration, that it is in fact time to move on... that and I'm pissed I never got around to posting it when the time was right (when Mary Tillman's book came out almost a YEAR ago!! ) so if you're like the three other regular readers of HorsePoup, and you're jonesing for something else to read while waiting for the paint to dry, click on May 2008 and check out another "new" post full of piss and vinegar over the different treatment of two grieving mothers who lost sons in OEF/OIF.
Luth,
Out
I was digging around the archives looking for a post I thought I'd created, but it must have just been an email I sent to the die hard fans on my mailing list. It was my proposal for the banking industry bailout and it went something like this: