MORGAN'S MOMENT...
You can ring me anytime…
       I'm around the corner.

So I would go in
       with my mailing
       hoping to see Paula.

I've been doing this for
       over 25 years.

Her job is to monitor me…
       be sure I fit regulations.

But we're beyond that…
       we talk about life.

Her life is her sons…
       life after military.

And life while a son
       is still in Iraq.

I celebrate news of
       a grandchild.
And we talk about birds
       I see but don't know.

I leave my blue sheets
       organized in a tray.

Paula takes them
       and sends them away.

— Art Morgan 

BOOK CORNER
By pure coincidence the book on my table during Christmas week was “Mary – A Flesh and Blood Biography of the Virgin Mother” by Lesley Hazleton. I don't know much about Mary, even though she is the most famous woman in the world, not to mention the mother of the most famous man in the world. Since there are few primary resources, the author uses a sociological, political and anthropological history to project what life would be like for a peasant girl in that time. I found the story fascinating. Good history of the development of Christianity. Well-researched.

MOMENT MINISTRIES
Jan. 1, 2006

home address:  25921 SW Airport Ave.
Corvallis, OR 97333   541-753-3942
email at a-morgan@peak.org

PAULA RETIRES !
One of the glad days, and one of the sad days for me is the day that Paula retires.
You who are at the far end of the blue sheet mailing do not realize how you will miss her.
For far beyond 25 years she has counted to be sure that we paid our due.
She has organized our packets to see them off in the most efficient manner.
She has kept me current with regard to post office changes. In Paula the system has a face.
My job is to write a blue sheet and get it printed, addressed, and delivered to the back door of the Post Office. I park in the lot and climb onto the shipping platform. There's a door to “Bulk Mail” which opens to Paula's territory. If I'm in luck she's there. If not, she may be around the corner where I can reach her.
When she is there we talk briefly. Maybe about birds we've seen (she's a big time birder), or maybe about her visit up north to see one of her sons.
She's a person I have enjoyed meeting on my blue sheet mailing times. She's one I will miss every time I go there.
But I cheer her on in time for more life and more living life with the birds.

IN BETWEEN YEARS
For one thing, we gained a second about 3:45 or so on Saturday afternoon, December 31.
For another thing, we must ask (humbly), “by whose reckoning?” There is also a Chinese New Year and Jewish and Mayan and on and on. Amazing that Christians got the year to begin with Christ's birth date (which remains in dispute to this day).
My computer tells me what day and year it is, so that settles it.
I try to image what kind of calendar God keeps. Can you imagine the laughter in the universe over all this? We should celebrate the Big Bang.
I wonder what the rest of the world thinks about having a calendar that begins with the birth of Jesus
 
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A MAN WITHOUT A COUNTRY

Kurt Vonnegut
Vonnegut has been around a long time. In fact, I was surprised to see another book by him. He's 84 and curmudgeon with an active sense of humor. It's the kind of book you can read during TV commercials and easily finish in an evening without going to sleep.
The book is unabashedly political in the broad sense. If the current administration is at the core of his illustrations it is only because he writes, as a good humorist should, about things going on right now.
Vonnegut’s quarrel with our society is not new born. He's been consistent all his years.
The face pages for each new chapter are truisms of sort, typically Vonnegut. For instance,
“EVOLUTION IS SO CREATIVE, THAT'S HOW WE GOT GIRAFFES”
Or,
“THE HIGHEST TREASON IN THE USA TODAY IS TO SAY AMERICANS ARE NOT LOVED, NO MATTER WHERE THEY ARE, NO MATTER WHAT THEY ARE DOING THERE”
Here is part of pages 7 and 8:
Do you realize that all great literature ─ Moby Dick, Huckleberry Finn, A Farewell to Arms, Scarlet Letter, The Red badge of Courage, the Iliad and The Odyssey, Crime and Punishment, the Bible, and The Charge of the Light Brigade ─ are all about what a bummer it is to be a human being? Isn't it such a relief to have someone say that?
Evolution can go to hell as far as I am concerned. What a mistake we are. We have mortally wounded this
sweet life-supporting planet ─ the only one in the Milky Way ─ with a century of transportation whoopee. Our government is conducting a war against drugs, is it? Let them go after petroleum. Talk about a destructive high!
The reader will get smatterings of history with recognition of many of the big names along the way.
He comes back to things that bug him, like when he goes back to oil which he calls
The most abused, addictive, and destructive drugs of all: fossil fuels… Here’s what I think the truth is: we are all addicts of fossil fuels in a state of denial. And like so many addicts about to face cold turkey, our leaders are now committing violent crimes to get what little is left of what we're hooked on. (p.42)
Mr. V is still working the stand up comedian routines, planting the truth so straight that people laugh.
Comedians exaggerate, of course, but it's all the more true because of it
George W. Bush has gathered around him upper-crust C-students who know no history or geography, plus not-so-closeted white supremacists, aka Christians, and plus, most frighteningly, psychopathic personalities, or PPs, the medical term for smart, personable people who have no consciences…. What syndrome better describes so many executives at Enron and WorldCom and on and on, who have enriched themselves while ruining their employees and investors and country and who still feel as pure as the driven snow, no matter what anybody may say to or about them? And they are waging a war that is making billionaires out of millionaires, and trillionaires out of billionaires, and they own television and they bankroll George Bush, and not because he's against gay marriage. (p.100)
In case he hasn't been clear about what he really thinks, maybe this will do it:
Unlike normal people they (PPs) are never filled with doubts, for the simple reason that they don't give a F… what happens next. Do this! Do that! Mobilize the reserves! Privatize public schools! Attack Iraq! Cut health care! Tap everybody's telephone! Cut taxes on the rich! Build a trillion-dollar missile shield! F…. habeas corpus and the Sierra Club and In these Times, and kiss my Ass! Only nut cases want to  be president. (p.101)
To the end of the book he despairs of human management of the planet his words in “Requiem”:
When the last living thing has died on account of us, how poetical it would if earth could say, in a voice floating up perhaps from the floor of the Grand Canyon, “It is done.” People didn't like it here. (p.137)
 — Art Morgan, December 2005