Candy and Fresh Snow

My name is Clint and I'm Abby's husband and Clay's, Lydia's, and Henry's dad. Abby has a beautiful insightful blog titled Oh So Well that tracks our family's journey. Along the way, Abby loads up her readers for a ride where we discover her witty language and timely topics. You may want to start with "Confessions of a Candyholic," "Dear Clay," "Determination," and "Open Letter to the Past Year." You will not be disappointed! I can only hope that this blog simply approaches the worthwhileness of hers. Here's her blog: candyandfreshsnow.blogspot.com

Language and Memory

Is language adequate to accurately articulate to another the pulsing knowledge learned from your heart? Why does memory abandon you or trick you into altering the past? Don't you sometimes, to necessitate communication, replace language with music, laughter, or crying out?

These questions were inspired by my reading of Leif Enger's fictional novel Peace Like a River, particularly the chapters titled, "Be Jubilant, My Feet" and "The Curious Music that I Hear." The narrator, Reuben Land, vividly paints his fascinating short visit to heaven with his dad. Despite the amazing description and recollection, Reuben falls short and laments, "What mortal creations are language and memory!"

Monday, January 18, 2010

Scanner Lightly

Here we go. Someday I'll get this blogging youtube stuff down. Thanks for the pictures mom!

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Reforming Health Insurance and Death Panels


This is embarrassing. Sarah Palin believes and teaches that the Health Insurance Reform Bill pushed by the Obama Administration sponsors "death panels" that threaten the elderly and her down-syndrome baby, absurdly suggesting euthanasia. Rush Limbaugh compares the logo for the Reform Bill with a logo from the Nazi regime and expounds upon their similarities, suggesting the unimaginable. Honestly, I'm stunned by this commentary and the many people who are picking up these messages, hints, stunts, shenanigans, whatever you want to call them, and comparing Obama to Hitler and the Insurance Reform Bill to the Final Solution. It's astonishing!

The Health Insurance Reform Bill, if it is passed with the public option, will not be perfect and will certainly have moments of botched execution like most government programs. (See Social Security, but also see Medicare, which has been a money saver for many.). There are many issues surrounding the Bill that are worth thinking about, including How are we going to pay for it . . . our children?; If we do nothing about the rising costs of health care, how expensive will they be to our children?; What about the many people who are uninsured and file bankruptcy because they can't cover the steep balances on their medical bills? Do we want government bureaucrats making our medical decisions or do we want health care insurance bureaucrats making them?

For the purposes of this blog, I'll spare the analysis on each of those questions. Suffice it to say, I choose changing the status quo. I want health insurance reform and the public option. Among the many other more important benefits, I would like to see the health insurance industry get kicked a little bit. I voted for change with Barak Obama and I'm pleased with how he's trying to plow through this very controversial piece of legislation.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

The Heavens Wept Over Him

Spirituality is elusive. It's like this connection or communication with God, a higher power, or something deep within one's self, that provides some clarity to life, morality, and value. No particular creed, religion, culture, belief, or people have exclusive licensing rights, nor does any one person. Spirituality comes and goes depending on how much effort is expended.  At least this is how I understand it. I made a connection with spirituality when putting together a speech about the War in Heaven. If you would like to read it, just copy and paste the URL to your browser:
http://www.scribd.com/doc/15962377/Winning-the-War

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Crazy Courage

On the neuro highway, regulating mood and brooding;
Transmitters runnin' low, the cursed three witness,
Sweet me--ragin' for pleasure, signal despond.

At the dark exit, gettin' off, hazards off, out of sight;
Patrolman, highwayman . . . whatever they call you--
find and bust me if you must, good luck and God bless.

Swallow me some pills. Smoke me some cigs;
Prozac it is and no tickets for smokin.'
Roadin' for courage, courage to master.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Priceless

I wish I could remember where I read it. It was just a short blurb in the middle of a larger article. Here is the part that crosses my mind often: a POW in Vietnam was allowed by his captors to send a letter to his family with a limited number of words.  Some of those words were spent on the importance of getting a family picture at least every year. This took me aback and made an impression.  Here's me with my 3 kids.