This Xmas season, it’s severely cold here, and snowy across the middle of the US. I will make my yearly plea that we all go out of our way to think of those in need. The homeless can make efficient use of just about anything. Don’t just collect those bags of stuff for your tax write-off; give where the need is heaviest. I know it’s a down economy, and we’re all challenged ? but I see more of Shakespeare?s homeless this year, than I can ever help:

Poor naked wretches, wheresoe’er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm!
How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides,
Your loop’d and window?d raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these?

Conservatives can try to make Scrooge into a hero, insulting the legacy of Dickens. If you have a heart, you know better than that. Dig out that old stuff in your closet, make someone warm tomorrow, and for the Xmas holiday. You there ? I know you’ve got that can of black olives in the back of your pantry. And you … you?ve got a can of chili you didn?t especially like sitting there. Give it someone who might truly enjoy it, instead of tossing it out when you do your spring cleaning.

The homeless, in general, do not bite. Walk up and talk to them, look them in the eye. Let them know someone cares. You may be surprised, even delighted. If you see one as you’re leaving your favorite restaurant, offer your ‘doggie bag.’ Going to McDonalds? Spend a couple of bucks and buy them a “Happy Meal” or better. To paraphrase Bob Marley, mankind *is* our business. You can?t do much about Iraq, but you can feed and clothe that homeless vet, can?t you?

To give you a different and personal spin, try this on for size. I can never forget that my father and his siblings were once ragged orphans, abandoned by their father and grandparents upon their mother’s death. If you don’t give, you might not be able to read writings from someone like myself in the future. You read me, thanks to the charity of private individuals. Individuals who gave a damn, who wanted to make a difference.

And did.

The cold of winter *is* when want is most keenly felt. Do not forget the needy this season.

Thank you.

dangerousmeta: 12/23/04

I quoted the whole post, which is wrong copyright wise, but Garret probably won’t mind. This is too important and he’d understand.

I can relate to his message – in the future you just might not have people like myself either, who grew up with Salvation Army provided Christmases amd spent time sleeping on the Frankford El because I had no where to go.

I said this before in the context of the election, but I’ll say it again in the context of life – if you have the resources, you have the responsibility to do something.

In Philly, we have Project H.O.M.E.. A terrific service that will help homeless with temporary relief, and long term, to help them beat their personal struggle with poverty.

One thing I do is keep a phone number on me at all times, their Street Outeach number (215) 232-1984. Call it if you find someone who is homeless. They will drive to your location and attempt to help him or her out. Better yet (and I need to do this myself) volunteer to be a driver by calling the same number. They always need help.

The absolute worst place to spend your time on the web is in someone else’s comments threads having an argument. What a waste of effort. Far too often people argue just to win. I have a hard time dealing with that. I have a hard time dealing with people that just want to win at any cost. I know, I know, it’s life. People’s pride is in the way. Dave would say it’s human nature. But there is a part of me that holds on to a belief that people are better than that.

I need to swear it off once and for all. The time I spend trying to argue is time better spent elsewhere.

Dave Winer marks today what happened when weblogs.com went down and was reborn as Buzzword.com. As the Wired article states, one hell of a flame war went off. Some people had legitimate issues over how it was handled, but others attempted to take advantage and make it personal. No doubt, some of this was in retribution for past real grievances. But it was far too public to have accomplished much except bad blood. A lot of it was spilled. What I’m about to talk about is not related to this, but than again, maybe it is.

Vinnie Paul Abbot lost a brother December 8, 2004. His band mate, his brother, was murdered on stage, while they were performing, by a derranged fan who was upset at the breakup of their former band – Pantera.

Phil Anselmo was lead singer of Pantera. He became like a brother to Vinnie and Darrel. You don’t spend twelve years together thru the ups and downs in life without becoming close. Pantera, speaking as a fan, always resembled to me the sound of a closed fist. They, like Metallica used to, had a “unifying” sound going on. It’s hard to describe, but you can feel it when you listen. Heavier than heavy. That can only comes from band mates who are close. In fact, you could say that Pantera carried the torch for metal when Metallica dropped it in their quest for? well I have no idea. But what I do know is that fans loved Pantera for it. Unlike so many other metal bands, they seemed to somehow get heavier album by album.

Phil traveled to Texas, to mourn the loss of his band mate, his brother, but didn?t attend the funeral – he wasn’t permitted: “to respect the Abbot family’s wishes, and they do not want me there. I believe I belong there, but I understand completely?. I wish his family the least grief they could ever have, and I know it’s impossible. Just bless his family, bless his friends. I love him like a brother loves a brother. . . . I’m so sorry to his family and everyone else who was senselessly killed in Columbus, Ohio.” Why didn’t the family want him there? Bad blood.

As Pantera grew famous, Phil started to lay out grievances with his band mates in more and more public ways. Not simply attacking the opinions of his band mates – but attacking them personally. In magazines. On stage. Phil eventually started his own side project. Recrimations were made both ways. Pantera pretty much imploded. Phil continued to rip on Darrel, and just recently told Metal Hammer magazine that Darrell “deserves to be beaten severely.”

You can imagine how bad Phil feels. My heart goes out to him.

Now I look over to one of my fellow bloggers, someone who?s opinion I value enough to read regularly, ralling a cry to “blogbat” another blogger while calling him pond scum. This very same blogger called on the community to take a pledge for civilized discourse so that the country can come together after the election. He has legitimate things to critique of the other blogger. Giving a in-depth critique of someone else’s views, positions, and so forth is a great thing and blogs are terrific for this. Hyperlinks are terrific tools. But he made it personal without giving the chance for discussion. How is this “civilized discourse”? It looks like anything but. “Fact checking his ass” is good. Calling someone “pondscum” and telling others to “blogbat” him without attempting to reconcile…err…. not so good. I’ve been accused of flaming others on occasion, but I try my best not to blog-to-blog anymore – the consequences can be very bad. Links increase the impact of anything we say exponentially.

If I attack someone personally, instead of attempting to deal with what they are saying or doing first, I decrease the chance to reconcile, or to persuade and bridge. If I publicly attack someone personally, I know now that I pretty much eliminate those opportunities. Unless I want to bring someone or something down (and Lord knows there are some people and things that should be), than I try not to do it. I try to attack their ideas, attack what they are doing. I’m blunt. I can’t help that. But I avoid attacking them personally. That is, unless it is personal. If so, I try one on one communication first. If the other person takes it public – well I gotta defend myself.

I think these are principals that heavily linked to pundit bloggers should think about. You have a responsibility. You help define the truth as far as Google searchers see it. Need I remind you to search for “miserable failure” or “bush mandate” on Google?

Otherwise, all you are doing, in the words of Jon Stewart, is “hurting America”. Don’t be a partisan hack. Have real discussion and argue your view based on it’s merits.

If you think this is preachy, or that I am boring, I don’t give a shit. This is a hard road to take, but I hope I live up to these responsibilities.

(yeah, yeah I know… isn’t this how Democrats lost the election? We were too ‘nice’?… errr… you’re probably right!)

..Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I’m afraid that’s all we’ve got

You say you just don’t see it
He says it’s perfect sense
You just can’t get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defence

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It’s too late when we die
To admit we don’t see eye to eye

So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It’s the bitterness that lasts

“The Living Years”, Mike & The Mechanics (1990)

Happy Birthday!

I wouldn’t fret folks, it sounds like he’s going to be able to concentrate his energy where his heart is. I?m looking forward to seeing what he’s working on.

Congrats Dan 🙂

That’s because the Eagles kicked so much ass – it’s downright scary.

My bet is half of Philly is already preparing to be let down.

We’re friggin wimps. We should be enjoying the moment and cheering on our team. They’ve knocked on the door of the Super Bowl three times in a row. Other cities would die to have the Eagles as their team. But for us, that just isn’t enough. We want it all. We want it all. And we want it now.

Damn. Not cool. Not cool at all. You have my sympathy Shelley. And my anger. No honor there. Someone should apoligize.

I’m thankful for Xena joining our family.

Even you cat people need to admit she’s cute.

Every year I have so much to be thankful for. I’ve been blessed. But I gotta admit, this one is special – it’s Richelle’s and my fifth anniversary.

I’ve gotten in a habit of writing a Thanksgiving list every couple years and I feel one coming on. But let me say this while I have the opportunity:

Thank you Lord for my friends, who are the best any guy could ever have.

Thank you Lord for my family, that is stronger and warmer than any I know.

And thank you Lord for Richelle, who you made my wife and my partner in this world.

And thank you Richelle – for choosing to put up with me 🙂

Love ya sweetie.