Tag: Friday 500 (page 7 of 10)

500 Words on America

Courtesy Betsy Ross

This year, July the 4th happens to fall on a Friday. In previous years, I’ve written and reposted a rather long list of observations I’ve made as an American, from the inside looking out, about this country. Unfortunately, I can’t say things have changed all that much.

Don’t misunderstand – progress has been made. More states within the nation recognize same-sex marriage, health care is available to every citizen, and steps have been taken to ease the burden of debt on students. But we’re still deeply involved in the business of other countries in a military way. Our legislature remains obstinate and the highest court in the country has made several significant rulings that perpetuate the status quo that supports big business and gender inequality.

I still prefer to call this holiday by it’s official name: “Independence Day.” Even so, I know it rings a bit hollow. As much as Americans fought for their independence, they have also taken independence away from others. American pundits will crow about freedom while minorities continue to struggle to get what the majority enjoys. To say my feelings about the country of my birth are mixed would be a massive understatement.

I’ve tried to avoid being overly political in this particular space. This is more a venue for my creative outlet and promoting my work than it is for soapbox grandstanding. However, I can’t deny that I find some of the hypocrisy that seems endemic to the American experience absolutely outrageous.

I’m starting to sound like an old man, sitting on my porch in a rocking chair and shaking my cane at all these young upstarts who don’t know the right way to live. The truth is, though, that it’s the old men I’m angriest at. I simply don’t understand why people cannot be allowed to enjoy the same sorts of benefits of citizenship, regardless of how they were born. America was once called ‘the land of opportunity’. Anybody, regardless of how they were born, could achieve just about anything. That was the American Dream. Maybe it still is for some, but for others, it’s as far away from them as we are from the stars in the night sky.

Bah! Don’t listen to me. This is supposed to be a day of celebration and revelry, and here I am bringing everybody down. I’m sure plenty of folks look around America and see nothing wrong. I’m sorry I can’t be one of them. I can’t just sit back and enjoy the holiday. I know there are people less fortunate than me within these borders with even less reason to celebrate than me. And they should be able to. We all should be able to. If America is the land of the free, then all of us should be free.

And not just free to buy another Big Mac while Fox News plays on flatscreens.

Free to be who we are, to follow our dreams, and make a difference.

That, to me, is what independence means.

500 Words on Momentum

Courtesy allthingshealing.com

With everything that’s been happening, I am more and more aware that it can be extremely difficult to maintain a consistent pace. From running to writing to preparing for life’s next adventure, things seem to be happening in short, irregular bursts, rather than unfolding according to any sort of plan. I keep telling myself that I’m going to do X, or set things up for Y, or be more vigilant regarding Z, but more often than not, I’m just satisfied in getting home and being free from responsibility for at least a couple hours.

A big part of it is, I believe, momentum. Last year at this time, I was working out regularly, pretty much every day, and pushing myself to write more. I’m not sure where all of that energy went, or if it never left and I simply lost my pace of the long, cold winter and the rough road I’ve been on over the last few months. It can be hard to start certain things, like an exercise regimen or an intense artistic endeavor, but I’ve found that once you do get started, it can be equally hard to stop.

There are a lot of things you can do to jump-start your endeavors. An adjustment in sleep or diet can be a good place to start, as can changing your surroundings. Leave what’s holding you back behind, at least for the time being, and let one of your new ideas have some time in the spotlight. You really don’t know how something is going to turn out until you try it, after all, so even if a new project goes nowhere, if it leads to you coming back to something you were struggling with stronger than ever, it will not have been a waste of time.

In fact, time you spend trying to regain momentum is not a waste, either. I’ve never been mountain climbing, but I imagine the same applies. The first few steps up a mountainside are not a waste of time, no matter how deliberate you make your pace to prepare yourself for the climb, take in the scenery, snap photos, or take another inventory. When you’re preparing to run, you may spend time making sure your water, your music, your shoes, everything is in order. Again, not a waste of time. It helps organize your mind to deal with what’s ahead. And it’s likely to make the event even more rewarding.

This is a case of saying it to myself as much as to anyone reading: Don’t give up. Keep trying. Continue to push forward. Even if you’ve stumbled, tripped, or slowed to catch your breath, the race is not over. Life is a marathon, not a sprint. If you’ve lost your pace, don’t worry. You can get it back. Just keep breathing and measure your steps. Before you know it, you’ll be beating your old times and on the road to victory. You just have to want it. You can do it!

500 Words on Dragons

Our stories are rife with mythological creatures. The minotaur, the phoenix, the hydra, ogres and fairies and vampires and wizards – the list is exhaustive. While I’m a fan of all of them, writing about some and playing others, there’s yet to be a creature that, in my mind, truly outshines the dragon.

Courtesy Dreamworks Animation

It’s not just that these are giant lizards that can not only fly but also breathe fire (or ice or lightning or toxic gas or acid). The thing that tips dragons over into my mental tray of ‘best things ever’ is the fact that they’re highly intelligent. While the Minotaur rages through the corridors of a labyrinth, and hydras try to feed all of their various heads, dragons often have agendas. Even if that agenda begins and ends with “roll around in enough gold to make Scrooge McDuck jealous.”

This isn’t always the case, of course. At times, dragons are simply smart animals. But intelligence is intelligence. For a case in point, I highly recommend How To Train Your Dragon. Specifically, play close attention to the character of Toothless. Without speaking a word of dialog, Toothless communicates exactly what he’s thinking and how he feels. He moves naturally, like a large lizard would, but he also has the body language and expressions of a very intelligent being. In addition to being a compelling character, and the adorable and unique mascot of an excellent storytelling series, he’s an exemplary dragon.

When it comes to articulate dragons, there are other examples. Draco from Dragonheart is a noble creature, while Smaug from The Hobbit is completely malevolent. Both are ancient and noble, in their own way, both are the last of their kind and both are massive in size with speed that belies their bulk. But while they’re similar in form and function, their characters are very different. Draco is interested in survival, and when presented with an opportunity to make something of himself, he tries to bring out the best in those around him. Smaug, on the other hand, is a creature of pure pride and avarice, reveling in his bountiful lair, and when a certain barrel-rider stumbles in, Smaug toys with it the way a cat toys with a mouse. Draco sees humanoids as both potentially dangerous and capable of better natures; Smaug can only perceive vermin to be exterminated.

Dragons, like our heroes and our villains, come in all shapes and sizes. But they are always fascinating, often beautiful, and terrifying in their core natures. Even exemplars like Toothless and Draco are still powerful, mythical creatures; dragons are true apex predators no matter how they express themselves. That’s part of what make them so interesting. Dragons that feature in the stories that stick with us either defy or indulge in their natures, and in both, they become reflections of ourselves. Like any good characters, they’re people, even if they have scales on. The lens that takes the shape of a dragon is an interesting one, and always will be.

500 Words on D-Day

“They fight not for the lust of conquest. They fight to end conquest. They fight to liberate.” — President Franklin D. Roosevelt, radio broadcast, June 6, 1944

Courtesy archival footage

The boat’s probably sprung a leak or two. The seas are choppy. Hardened men and new recruits alike are trying very hard to keep their breakfasts down. Weapons are checked and re-checked. If one were to peek over the edge of the landing craft, a hundred more would be visible on either side. And then, when the boat pushes onto shore and the door drops open, all literal hell breaks loose.

Fixed machine gun positions turn the first few rows of men packed together into paste. Men drown in their attempts to avoid the deadly hail. Those that make it onto the beach have to slip around hedgerows of metal and possibly even mines. Mortar rounds from pillboxes send soldiers and their body parts flying into the air. Medics struggle in vain to at least stabilize the wounded before snipers finish the job. Every inch of sand between the sea and the enemy position is paid for in blood.

Fifty years ago today, this was reality for over 150,000 Allied troops as Operation Neptune, the amphibious invasion of France to liberate it from Nazi Germany, was executed. While what is described above, and seen in films like Saving Private Ryan, makes the invasion seem costly and brutal, the fact is that things could have been much worse. Thanks to Allied intelligence efforts, the Germans had to defend huge swaths of the coastline, The Allies had air superiority, meaning they could bombard the defensive positions from the sky as well as the sea. French Resistance fighters disrupted bridges and supply convoys behind enemy lines, and the German command structure did not have the alacrity needed to adequately deal with the nature of the invasion.

Still, the fight was incredibly hard. Allied casualties were in the tens of thousands, with over 4,000 confirmed dead on the first day alone. None of the Allies’ major objectives were achieved by that point, and one of the biggest targets, the town of Caen, would not be captured until well into July. That said, it was a significant day in the war against Nazi Germany. This was a tangible new front opened on Hitler, causing him to split his attention between this combined force of British and American invaders, and the stalwart Russian defenders on his eastern flank. Between the paratroopers, specialized tanks, and air and sea bombardment, D-Day opened up that second front with gusto, even if casualties were high, especially at Omaha Beach, one of the five stretches of land chosen by the Allies in the months leading to the invasion.

It was seventy years ago today. It would be remiss of us, living in a world where the dream of free expression and equality is still viable, not to remember the sacrifices made that day. We have a long way to go. But like this invasion, it could be much worse.

500 Words on Travel

We, as a species, need to travel more.

I like the comforts of home. When I go away, even for a few hours to toil at a dayjob, I miss them. I miss my cat, my desk, my games, and my friends. I like being able to dip into the fridge or pantry for a refreshment I put there myself, and turning up the volume on my entertainment as loud as I like. I like pants not being a requirement.

But the comforts of home to not outweigh the length and breadth of the world outside. Human beings are creatures of innovation and forward motion, for good and for ill. We are at our strongest when exposed to new ideas, new experiences, new ways of thought. We may not exist in a hive mentality like insects do, or move in formation the way birds fly as they migrate, but we do draw strength and inspiration from one another, even if the source of that inspiration is long dead.

Think about the history and fables that helped to shape you. Our stories are peppered with heroes and villains, battles and debates, struggles and loss and hope and triumphs. Can you look at the long skein of human history, and tell me truly that all of it came from just one point of view, just one nation, just one continent?

Is it really worth it to limit ourselves to just one point of view, just one nation, just one continent?

As human progress marches on, the world has become more interconnected. Mere mortals have conquered the skies. Journeys that once took months if not years now happen in days or even less. Messages, parts of thought and pieces of our hearts and minds, traverse the world at the speed of light. If nothing else, we should be in awe of everything we have accomplished.

I’ve traveled a bit in my time, and yet I feel I’ve barely scratched the surface of the world. There are so many more stories out amongst the citizens of the planet than I can really comprehend, and I want to share in at least a few of them. For me, the travel is worth the risk. I can understand folks who have fears of flying, but when a plane I’m on taxis to a runway and the engines spin up, I have to lean back and close my eyes, and when the metal tube powered by jets and human innovation escapes the bonds of the ground, I can’t help but smile.

I encourage you, gentle reader, to travel more. See things you haven’t seen with your own eyes before. Touch parts of the world distant from your comforts of home. Eat food you’re undertain of how to pronounce. Listen to the people who make their lives in those places, just as you make yours in your place of origin. Leave your comforts behind.And when you come home, those comforts will be all the sweeter.

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