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December 16, 2012 at 8:47 am by Claudia

Six degrees of separation:  the idea that everyone is approximately six or fewer steps away, by introduction, from any other person in the world – so that a chain of “a friend of a friend” statements can be made, on average, to connect any two people in six steps. (Wikipedia)

My friend, a former stage manager at the Globe in San Diego, lost his dear friend from high school in the shooting this week in Clackamas, Oregon. Two steps away. Two degrees.

Two of my former students from the actor training program at the Old Globe whom I remain close to are, in turn, close to a couple who moved out of NYC so that they could raise their children in a safe small town. Newtown, CT. On Friday, they frantically searched for their children. One was found. One had been murdered. Two steps away. Two degrees.

Not even six. Two.

I believe we are all one. Man, animal, plant, earth, water – are all part of one Energy – one Higher Power. And to paraphrase John Donne, ‘every man’s death diminishes me’ because ‘no man is an island.’

I have written about guns and gun control on this blog before. One of my beloved students was murdered in cold blood by an all too easily obtained handgun. For no reason. Just ‘because.’ I’ve never been through anything as hard as the loss of John, plucked from us right before he was to graduate with his MFA degree. I’ve never seen or felt such grief or so much anger or heard so many whys?

Tell me why, in this year of 2012, the right to bear arms, written when this nation was new, young and not unlike the wild west, trumps the safety of our fellow man? The second amendment says this: A well regulated militia being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed. This amendment was written when there was no such thing as a police force or a trained military force to protect us. We have that now. So why is this right so zealously lobbied for and why are there millions of dollars spent every year by the NRA to keep this ridiculous ‘right’ alive, with no changes, with no bans, with no acknowledgement that it is a very different world out here in 2012? All sorts of horrific weapons have replaced the musket, which fired one shot at a time.

Is owning a gun worth the lives of these children? Is it worth the lives of those students at Columbine, or Aurora, or those innocents in Clackamas, or any one of a seemingly endless list of ‘massacres’ that have happened in recent years? Is it worth the life of a child killed when a wayward bullet pierces a window in her living room? Would young Trayvon Martin have been killed if a man who overzealously felt he had to ‘patrol’ the neighborhood didn’t have access to a gun? Would John still be alive if a gun hadn’t been so easy to get?

Why do so many work so hard to protect a right to own a gun, but do nothing to protect the lives of innocents? A shoe bomber tries to bomb a plane and suddenly we all have to take our shoes off before we can pass through security. We have gone through all sorts of changes due to the horrific tragedy of September 11th. And we do it. Because it just might save some lives. Yet we live through one after another mass murder. We routinely hear about innocents caught in the path of stray bullets. We read yet another story about a domestic quarrel that escalated and where a gun, kept on the property, was used with chilling results. We watch in horror as lives are cut short. We often learn that weapons that have no business in the hands of private citizens are behind the deaths. And nothing is done.

Why the mother of this young man owned 6 guns is beyond me. She apparently was a gun enthusiast, according to CNN and the New York Times. So her son had access to a Sig Sauer, a Glock and a Bushmaster Assault Rifle. These are semiautomatic weapons. The Sig Sauer and the Glock fire up to 5 bullets a second. The assault rifle has a 30 round magazine and is designed for law enforcement and military use. It was filled with hollow point bullets, designed to do maximum damage. All of the weapons are manufactured to stop criminals and for combat. According to an expert, the damage these weapons can do is “horrific.”

Why? Why should anyone other than the military or law enforcement have access to these weapons?

The assault weapons ban, signed when President Clinton was in office, was allowed to expire in 2004. And those who want no bans of any kind on guns have done everything they can to keep it from being renewed. Why? Why on earth does the average citizen need an assault weapon?

Some idiot (I’m not going to even bother with his name) said that if the teachers had been armed, lives might not have been lost. Yes, that’s right. Now we need to arm teachers. What’s next? Doctors? Nurses? The librarian? The postman? Me? This is the sort of pathetic response that is typical of those who defend the right to own a gun no matter what kind or at what cost.

Quite frankly, I don’t accept the statement we often hear, and heard again on Friday, that the day of a tragedy is not the time for a dialogue on gun control. Really? It is exactly the time. And it was exactly the time a week ago. And a month ago. And years ago. We are responsible for each other. No man is an island. We are one. If we allow guns to run rampant, if we let the gun lobby determine the rules, then we all have blood on our hands.

I realize that not every one will agree with me. However, I feel passionately about this and have fought for this for years. If you feel passionately, if you are horrified by what happened, speak out. Write to your congressman. Write to those in power. Call those in power. We can change things.

Six degrees of separation.

Enough.

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Things I Miss: Record Stores

December 11, 2012 at 9:51 am by Claudia

Our world is changing. Time marches on. But as we progress, we lose some wonderful things along the way. I could probably write a year’s worth of posts on just this subject but for today, I’m concentrating on record stores. And, therefore, records.

Don and I played this old record album the other day. On our turntable, such as it is. And it brought back a host of memories for me. I’m a music lover. In the days when I started to earn some money, usually by baby sitting, I loved nothing more than to go to our local record store and spend hours flipping through the albums, searching for something to buy. Perhaps it was the Rock/Pop section, or Show Music, or Folk. One day it might be Spoken Word. As I got older, Classical was added to my favorite sections, as well as Jazz. Flipping through the albums, looking at the cover art, reading the notes on the back cover – all of it was part of the pleasure of record album shopping. Whole worlds opened up to me. I am absolutely sure that I was exposed to new artists and new genres in a way I would never have been if I had to poke around online or by looking at CDs. Let’s face it, CDs are tiny. The artwork is tiny. The notes on the back are hard to read. And while it’s handy to order a track via iTunes, it isn’t the same as the tactile experience of holding an album in your hands. It just isn’t.

Where can we buy music nowadays? Online or in the CD section of Barnes and Noble or Target (woefully lacking) or Best Buy? Barnes and Noble has the best overall selection and guess what? They are cutting back on the music department. Where are the stores devoted to recorded music?

I fondly remember all the wonderful independently owned record stores of my younger days. No one minded if you spent hours searching, examining, comparing. When I went on to college, a favorite shop was Liberty Music in Ann Arbor, Michigan – primarily devoted to classical music. It had hundreds and hundred of recordings, with a knowledgable staff who could guide you to a particular recording of, say, Appalachian Spring, or could compare recordings for you. AND, you could actually take an album into a listening room and sample it before you made the decision to buy. My dear friend Joe used to work there and I thought that might be the coolest job on earth.

Even when chains came along, I was okay with that. Tower Records? Heaven. Two floors full of music. In fact, I wanted to use a still from Hannah and Her Sisters for this post – the scene with Dianne Wiest and Woody Allen at Tower Records – but I couldn’t find one I liked. Dianne was doing exactly what I loved to do – spend time discovering new artists and new recordings, in person, with the actual product in my hands. I can’t even begin to tell you how many artists I discovered by doing this. How my musical horizon expanded. I owned hundreds and hundreds of albums.

An ‘album’ used to be a concept. The 12 or so tracks were carefully chosen to convey a mood or to reflect the title. When you bought the album, you honored the artist’s concept. Of course, we always had favorite tracks. We’d pick up the needle and move it to Track 3 and play a favorite over and over. Now, we pick and choose online and the artist loses money and the artistic vision that went into recording a CD is muddied. How would Days of Future Passed by the Moody Blues fare nowadays? Or Tommy? Or Sargent Pepper? The concept would be lost in the millions of ‘tracks’ available on iTunes.

Yes, I have iTunes on my laptop and my iPhone. I love having a playlist handy – it’s the same thing I used to do with cassettes. I would record a mix of my favorite pieces on one cassette and play it in the car. However, most everything on my playlist has come from an entire CD I bought. I’ve picked my favorite tracks and added them to my playlist via my computer. A few are tracks I’ve purchased online. I know that iTunes is a handy innovation, but something is lost along the way.

Anyway, I’m digressing here. Back to records. I’m not convinced that CDs are superior in quality to vinyl records. Vinyl seems more alive to me. The quality is different, to be sure, but I think I prefer vinyl. I know I prefer and miss the larger record album, the liner notes, the record sleeve, the beautiful artwork on the cover.

And I miss record stores. I truly do. I would like nothing more than to hop in the car, drive to a record store and explore. Just like a good bookstore encourages browsing and discovering, record shops did the same. Much of my musical taste was developed and expanded in those shops. Now recordings are to be found in a couple of rows (if that) in a large big box store, with only the most obvious and narrow of choices available. Homogenized. Just like all of the chain stores that proliferate across the country. Boring. The same. Nothing remotely individual or exciting about them. No room for something ‘different’ or ‘other.’ No room for exploration.

I miss the experience of it all. In a place where you might have had an actual conversation with a knowledgeable salesperson or with the person standing next to you in the Jazz Section, who might direct you to a new artist, a different recording. Where you were in the midst of fellow music lovers. What was that person buying? Hmmm. Maybe I should check out that album. I miss it.

Ah well.

Happy Tuesday.

 

 

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Mallomars & A Possible Moratorium On Holiday Decorating

December 7, 2012 at 8:44 am by Claudia

Need I say more?

It’s that time of the year again. Mallomars, only in stores from October until April, are back. Oh, what a delightful surprise when I spy them in a display at my local grocery store. After completely forgetting about their existence from May through September, suddenly, there they are. And I have to buy them. When we run out, I have to send Don to the store on an emergency Mallomars mission.

The perfect combination of marshmallow, chocolate and graham cracker crust. Light as air. Gone in one bite, or two if I’m being ladylike.  Oh. my. goodness. Little bits of fluffy, chocolatey heaven on earth.

Moving on.

Do I want to decorate for Christmas? I have to be honest here, I’m not feeling inspired. Do I want to get a tree (we always get a real tree) when Don is leaving over a week before Christmas? Do I want to go through all of that for just me? I’m seriously debating this subject. Trees are beautiful, but do I want to spend the money on one when money is tight?

I love my Christmas decorations but I may take the year off. Perhaps I’ll just put up the little white tree that I usually have in the living room. And maybe some lights on the porch. Christmas is going to be celebrated via a Skype call with Don. We’ve decided we’ll send each other a present or two and open them while Skyping. That will be our little celebration.

If I’m not inspired, why should I feel as if I must decorate? As it is, I don’t join in on the blogland decorating bandwagon since I never decorate before the second week of December. And if you’re interested in how I usually decorate, you could easily visit my archives.

I’m leaning toward very little to no decorating. Maybe just a smidgen.

And moving on.

I am woefully behind in leaving comments on your blogs. Please forgive me. I try to leave a few each day. I’m trying to catch up. Between crocheting for the shop, helping Don through his illness, trying to find work and other pressing needs, I’ve been a bad blogging friend. I hope you understand. Though I do my best to respond to all your comments here on this blog and I love the conversation that we have. That makes me feel a bit better about the whole thing. Because we are communicating. But it doesn’t take the place of me visiting you on your piece of blog real estate. Believe me, I know that. I’ll be around. I promise.

Okay. I’ll be back tonight for A Favorite Thing. 8:00 EST.

The winner of Judy’s lovely Christmas pillow is Leann from The Old Parsonage. That’s just perfect, because Leann loves Christmas! She even has a Christmas countdown on her blog. Leann, send me your mailing address and I will forward it on to Judy.

Happy Friday.

 

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