Inside My World...HFireman

A very eclectic and far-ranging blog. A glimpse into my mindset... things I find interesting, provocative and worth thinking about... things visual, things fictional, observations and commentary,... and questions that we need to be asking ourselves. Welcome to my world.

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Location: Houston, Texas, United States

Thursday, July 13, 2006

A Note from Syfox133, Sydney Australia

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

just a note to hfireman

hi hfireman,
i went to your blog i few days before and decided to write a comment. though i noticed that it said 'comments on this blog are restricted to team members.'
then i recieved ur comment on one of my posts saying that you've been keeeping up with my blog and stuff. i try to comment but since its restricted to team members i cant. this is just a little note for you. (not meant to be rude or anything).
oh yer, and to my comment to the 'question of the day', i would be a police officer or a spy because thats what i want to be when i grow up. it also my passion and i collect lots of different books about spies, police officers and detectives.

cya,
syfox

Problem with Posting Comments to This Blog Fixed

My friend down under, Syfox133, let me know that he had wanted to comment on one of the questions of the day. He couldn't because of a settings snafu.

Anyway, I want to apologize to my readers who have tried to post comments to Inside My World.... recently.
I did not realize that the default setting limited comments to members of this blog, of which there is only one: me. I went in and changed the default settings so that anyone who wishes to post a comment can now do so. Thanks for coming by and please feel free to comment at will on any of my posts, now or in the future.

Kindest regards,

Howard Fireman
Houston, Texas.

FYI: New Blog Comes On Line: PHDFodder

My daughter, Heather, has started a new blog in preparation for her departure with her husband Ben, to London in about six months. They will be going there to earn their PHD's in materials engineering.

Heather's posts promise to be very entertaining and engaging. You can find her blog at: phdfodder.blogspot.com.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Getting a Handle on Mr. Bush's War in Iraq

Every war has it’s own realities. The question is where does one look to get a true measure of the realities of this war. My modest suggestion is to use the approach that Studs Turkell used to write his books. He went out and listened to the people who were most affected by the various issues he was trying to understand and he wrote down what they said verbatim. He presented their thoughts… their words without comment, without bias. He let the people on the street speak for themselves and the reader was free to draw his or her own conclusions.

Who has been impacted by this war and how have these groups been affected?

On our side, of course the soldiers who are having to actually fight this war. For the “privilege” of preserving the American way and “promoting” democracy around the globe, these men and women in the armed services have had their lives interrupted at minimum and severely disrupted in the worst cases. We must not forget the children of these soldiers who have to watch their mothers and fathers march off to war, not knowing if they will ever return. And what about the extended families of these soldiers? They are certainly affected profoundly. Of course, there are those of us who make up the collective group of “men and women on the street.” We get to pay the bill for this war, and so will our children as well as our grandchildren. We have little choice but to stand by and watch the little drama play itself out and for the moment we will have very little say in how this conflict is being handled by our generals and our leaders. For us, all the while, critical problems in this country go unresolved because the resources that it takes to fix the problems are being diverted into a seemingly bottomless military and political money pit. And of course there is that nagging matter that our government either was using bad information to justify going to war or our leaders flat lied to us to get what they wanted, which was to go to war with Iraq. In either case, we have had little reason to have much faith in the wisdom or judgment that our leadership has exhibited since the leadup to the war itself.

Over there in Iraq, we need to be listening to the ordinary men and women, who are quick to ask, “Are we better off now that the Americans and their allies have come?” All but a few would answer no. They have made it plain what it is they expect from the Americans and from their own government. What they want is a reliable water supply, a phone system that works reliably and adequate electricity to run their homes and businesses. They want safe streets. They want adequate gasoline to fuel their cars. They want to be able to send their kids off to school without worrying that some suicide bomber will murder their child. The average Iraqi is painfully aware that neither their newly elected government or the Americans control the streets of Baghdad and the other cities of Iraq. Read the blogs written by Iraqi citizens who just want to get on with their lives. They are saying that life in Iraq has become impossibly unpredictable and extremely dangerous. The reports of daily life in Baghdad reveal that the secular thugs of Saddam Hussein have simply been replaced by the religious thugs of the warring religious factions, the Sunnis and the Shites. These ordinary Iraqis want the Americans and the Brits and all the other foreign soldiers to go home, because the allied forces are not able to make a noticeable difference in what happens on the streets and in the neighbors of Iraq, from their perspective.

There are other groups in Iraq which are also impacted by the way this conflict has played out. Those Iraqis who step up to become members of the new Iraqi army and police force become prime targets for the insurgents. The children of Iraq will certainly be profoundly affected by the conflict. The scenes of death and destruction are what they will remember most about their childhood. Most of all, the innocent civilians who get caught in the crossfire between the Americans, the insurgents, the government internal police and the religious militias, live increasingly precarious lives. Life is cheap and uncertain in post-invasion Iraq. For all their good intentions, the American forces cannot change that reality or impact the outcome very much. .

Interestingly enough, almost all these people, whether American or Iraqi, have little use for the politicians. George Bush and his advisors have virtually no credibility with the ordinary Iraqi any more than he does with a fair percentage of the American people. Neither do the politicians who are trying to build the new democratic government of Iraq. One Iraqi blogger derisively noted that the Iraqi leadership was taking a two month vacation, overseas, or course, away from the fighting in Iraq. He notes that the only thing that they have managed to accomplish so far is to decide who is going to do what in the government. To date, no substantive problems have been resolved by this fledgling government.

Sometime in the nineteenth century, civilians became fair targets in the game of warfare. Increasingly, the very notion of war has lost any quality of nobilty of intent or purpose. So rather than studying the military campaigns or the political maneuverings related to this war, we need to focus on the words and thoughts of all the ordinary men, women and children whose lives have been so profoundly impacted by this conflict. Forget about all the happy hoopla that the Americans are bringing a new dawn of democracy to the Middle East. My guess is that you are going to get a much truer sense of what this war is really all about: poor judgment on the part of the political leaders, a badly flawed American game plan, disrupted lives, human misery, unnecessary human suffering and death.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Sam and Emma: A Love Story in Emails - 17

From: Sam T.
To: Emma Landauer

March 3, 2006

My Dearest Emma,

In your last email, you are beginning to sound a bit more upbeat. I am very happy that you are beginning to explore what your other options are at this point.

As you know, when I was going through therapy, there were some very rough stretches of time for me. Making radical changes in one's life is not a lot of fun. The way I got through those periods was just to take things one day at a time. I only tell you this is to give you an option. I also know you do not like to be told what to do, so please know I am only making a suggestion for you to consider.

The other day, I was remembering the times we met at Borders or went out to grab a bite together. Or just talked over coffee at IHOP. Those were such good times. Memorable. And when I go to some of those places now, I can picture the two of us there. Do you know when I fell in love with you, I was on a high for probably 18 months. I couldn't wait to see you. I couldn't wait to be with you. I found myself saying the things that you hear is very sentimental songs. You know, given who I was... who I am, I was living on the edge, living dangerously and loving it. I discovered that it is addictive to live that way and I felt so incredibly alive.

It felt good to fall in love for the second time in my life. But the thing about falling in love is that the "high" that goes with it, eventually goes away. A chemical thing in our brain, I have read. But even now, a part of me still misses the rush... the way I felt when we were together.

I hope you can get a handle on your money issues. Actually I have to do the same thing.

So, write me soon and let me know if the Iowa thing is something that can enable you to return to the US sometime soon.

Tons of love,

Your Sam

To be continued...

Sunday, July 09, 2006

Question of the Day - July 9, 2006

If you could work in a profession in which you would be doing the very thing about which you are most passionate, in what profession or career would you choose to work?

A Boat, The Sea and A Man

The young man felt himself drifting on an endless sea. The sky was overcast with dull, oppressingly heavy dark gray clouds. He was drifting in that nether world between deep sleep and conscious awareness, the state in which he often received fleeting, piercing insights into life. But now, he was just drifting.

Once in a while, he fancied he would spy solid ground out there in that vast sea. He would maneuver his frail craft towards it. But as he drew close and was making ready to take tentative first steps on that sandy beach, he would be drawn by the mermaid's siren call back into the water... to the drifting... to the endless, pointless drifting.

This day, in the hours just before the dawn, he was once more adrift on that aimless, misty sea in search of something unseen and for the moment unknown to him. His small craft drifted toward the voices coming from somewhere just beyond the mist. He heard only indistinct whispers that drew him to move blindly in that direction, not knowing what to expect when he got there and not even knowing if he would ever get to that unseen place.

As he was carried along by some unseen current, he began to fear something that he could not clearly formulate. He scanned all about and began to fear that the spirit voices would eventually drown him... the voices that belied any reality... the voices that called him, implored him to come to them... to come on his final, fatal quest... to his watery grave.

The dawn was breaking. He spied a break in the solid stretch of unbroken gray mist and he finally drew a sigh of relief. Now the sunlight was streaming in through the window and intruded upon his half-conscious thoughts. He turned away from the light and tried to return once more to that sea and his very fragile boat. But the alarm rang very loudly and jarred him into an unwilling consciousness. The young man stirred and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He looked around his sparely furnished room. He got out of bed, walked to bathroom and turned on the cold water faucet. He splashed the cold water on his face and completed the process of waking up.

He stared in the mirror at himself and realized that he was still drifting.

Originally conceived April 22,1969