The Furious Spinner

Up in the middle of the night. Or the beginning of day. The sky is starting to lighten. Sheryl Crow is on PBS. I had seen her in an interview some time ago where she said she was going to start singing country, so I stopped paying attention to her music. Generally, I don't care for country. I hate twang. There are some exceptions, of course. I love Iris DeMent—would she call herself country? Anyway, Crow is singing good ole rock 'n roll, so I've left her on to croon. Speaking of music, the blues festival was a bust. Wall to wall people. We stayed less than an hour and left. Tomorrow—or today—if our neighbors are still away, I'll put some speakers in the window, play some zydeco, and dance on the front lawn.

What have I to say on this July 4th about the state of our country? Not in the mood to rant. Feel like crap. This too will pass. Or it won't....Want to be sleeping next to my sweetheart.

Here's another heartwarming story about our military. Women might want to think twice about going into the military. Some of their fellow soldiers seem to rape without impunity. It's disgusting. Sometimes I do not understand men. Are they born mad? No, that's sexist thinking. Whenever I have these kinds of thoughts, I need to remind myself that the mad men—the rapists, the murderers, the psychos—are the minority. (Aren't they?) Most men are not crazy fucks. Many of the people I love and admire most in the world are male. What causes the others to rape and pillage? Mario and I were discussing the differences between men and women the other day. I said that most women were not particularly interested in the male body, at least not the way many heterosexual males are. I said I didn't get men's obsession with the female body. "We're just like men, with breasts." He shook his head. "Men and women don't think the same." I used to believe women were different from men, until I started seeing women in positions of power. Mario says positions of power require their own type of person—regardless of gender. He's probably right. If men and women are different from one another, is it because of biology or training?

It's really dawn now. I'm so tired I feel like singing a Hank Williams song. The first Hank Williams. That man could sing. Now he understood the blues...

Speaking of blue...and red and white. Here's an interesting article about Progressives and patriotism. As you've probably guessed by now, I'm not a nationalist. I'm not a flag-waver. However, I resent the right wing flag-waving and claiming to be patriotic because they don't question anything Bush does. At all of our anti-war demonstrations, veterans held up a huge American flag. It is the ultimate in patriotism to question our government.

Do you ever wonder about the state of evil? (Is it called Washington? No, wait, then we'd have to call it the "district" of evil.) I don't know if I believe this article, but it is provoking some thought—not something I really want provoked at 5:00 a.m. But there you are. Saddam claimed he knew nothing except what he read in the newspapers about the gassing of the Kurds. I thought he was lying. This writer wonders if maybe someone else was responsible for gassing the Kurds.

Remember I told you about the Detroit Zoo releasing its elephants? Patricia Lay-Dorsey sent me this link to a beautifully elegiac poem on her website by Joan E. Tinkess about these elephants. It's called "Another Dream Deferred."

Sheryl Crow is taking her bows. I guess I will, too.

Have a safe holiday.

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