5.15.2007

In Honor of the Recent Rocky Spate

Well, everyone, I thought with all of this talk of Ross Anderson that I'd throw in two cents that I wrote for the Chrony a couple of years ago. I think it won me some kind of recognition or something, but I just really had a good time writing it. Let me know what you think:
THE BOOK OF ROCKY: HIS POLITICAL MINISTRY AND REIGN Chapter One 1. And lo, it came to pass, that a man rose up out of the north, in a land called Salt Lake City, near unto a lake that stinketh, in a time of political unrest. And great was his rise, as was his ego. 2. And he did covet the mayor's seat. 3. And in the Year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and ninety and nine, the people of Salt Lake City were drunken in their voting. And the political drink was strong, and the man won mayorship. 4. And this man's name was Ross; and Ross called himself "Rocky," after the manner of Stallone. 5. Now it was the manner of this people to elect one man to execute power and one council to advise and balance the power of that man. 6. And it came to pass in the first year of the reign of the Rock that great rumblings and turmoil arose at the council seat. And Rocky's wrath did grow. 7. And lo, he said unto the people of the land, I am Rocky, and great and terrible are my workings: great for some, and terrible for those who oppose me. Follow me, or face my verbal gnashings and labored firings. 8. And he did institute his will on the people, taxing their patience with a great taxing. 9. And Rocky dwelt in the mayor's office. 10. Lo, in the second year of the reign of the Rock, the world gathered together in the tops of the mountains, and didst ski and sleigh and skate in attempts to gain victory over the other. 11. And the Salt Lake City had become a fair and delightsome place, a peculiar place where families thrived, industry grew and corners of the world met in worship, in friendship and in community. 12. And this peculiar place had risen up in the desert, like a rose. 13. But this rose, to the nose of the Rock, did neither smell so sweet, nor did it "do it for him." 14. And as the world came with their liquors and late dancing, it entered into Rocky's heart to change the city from what it once was. 15. For the people of Salt Lake City did not call for late dancing, neither did they thirst for strong liquors. And this didst irk Rocky. 16. And so, in the third year of the reign of the Rock, he did commence his great plan to drag Salt Lake City into wine and drink, into dancing and raucous celebrations. 17. Nevertheless, the cords with which Rocky bound his people were neither fine, nor were they strong. 18. For Rocky didst attempt to sway his people toward looser liquor laws and later dancing curfews. And the people heard him not, and the council didst hear the voice of the people, and they called for it not. 19. And Rocky swore, with a great swearing, that he would still have his way. Great thanks go out to Nephi for providing the initial structure of this and to Anne Jamison for instilling a great love for satire in me. It ain't no Modest Proposal, but it'll do. Auf wiedersehen! Tchau Tchau!

5.14.2007

Well, I'm back and in Brazil, baby! Rolled in to the Guarulhos International Airport at about the same time as the Pope. I think we're a lot alike, only he's German, Catholic, and gets a lot more airtime on the TV. ;D. I'm really excited to be back here and to be able to try my hand at both some professional and legal work here. Seriously, it was great to get back, get on a bus and try and make sense of a city that just kind of grew up in spite of itself. Unfortunately, (warning--I'm about to take this metaphor farther than anyone probably wanted) this city grew up with a serious case of chickenpox that never healed, bad acne, bowed legs, buck teeth, and a good ol', Brazilian Style smack with the Ugly Stick. I.e., it's very poorly organized. Just to give you a feel for some of what I'm dealing with while down here doing my externship, I left my house today at 7:45. The place I work at is only 4 miles away (think East High to Temple Square), but I didn't arrive until 8:45. It was even worse coming home--I left the office at 6:00pm and didn't get home until 7:30. So what ended up being a 12-hour ordeal only counted as a 9-hour work day. Fun! The above picture is a fairly good on of the street I'm working on--Avenida Engenheiro Luis Carlos Berrini, affectionately known as "the Berrini." (Beh-HE-knee). Having never visited the Law Offices of Cerqueira Leite Advogados Associados, I was a little bit anxious in making my way there this morning, but everything went smoothely, and I found it without any serious problems. But for anyone out there thinking "Oh, that sounds so great" let me give you a small grain of salt: Like any bus, there is a limit to how many people can occupy any given Brazilian bus and maintain safety for all the passengers. The theoretical limit is posted at the front of the bus, and usually goes anywhere from 40-80, depending on the size of the bus. The actual limit imposed on a Brazilian bus is that set by the laws of physics. I kid you not, if there is a people that could figure out how to fold paper in half more than seven times, Brazilians would do it in order to make more room in their buses.

It's actually kind of fun to have so many people in the same bus because you can usually let go of your handholds at some point and just kind of rock back and forth with everyone else. Also, I figure there's no safer place you could be than in the middle of about 250 other very sweaty people. Accidents? Human Airbags. Armed Robbery? Human Bullet-Proof Vests. Really, it's a very nice system.

As for the legal work, that's coming. I'll put up a post later about my experiences with the Lei Brasileira. Ta certo, gente? FEITO!!!

5.13.2007

The Great American Delve in '012.

Bob your topic is - A 2012 debate featuring Rocky the Democratic Presidential nominee vs Hannity the Republican Presidential nominee 2012: The future looks bleak in the old Salt Lake Valley. The 9.5 “Quake in ‘08” liquefied most of the habitable Wasatch Front, and what was left made Rose Park look an oasis in the desert. However, riding the wave of sympathy for his adoptive state, Mitt Romney destroyed Hilary Clinton in the 2008 Presidential Election. The resulting Republican exultation was mitigated, however, by Mitt’s inclusion of Senate Majority Leader, and prominent Democrat, Harry Reid in his cabinet as Secretary of State. After a slew of Natural Disasters hit the nation, including a mass immigration of locusts and a surprising number of bloody rivers throughout the MidWest, Mitt garnered the nickname “Moses.” His cabinet’s refreshingly efficient approach to disaster relief, which earned it the affectionate nickname “The Relief Society,” coupled with his ingenious, Smithian approach to national economics, and his miraculous resurrection of Social Security (just make everyone pay 10% of their income into savings!) left Romney nearing the second presidential nomination period of his career in early 2011. Realizing the invincible nature of their incumbent president’s electability, both parties throw respective “White Elephant” and “White Donkey” get-togethers at their national conventions to talk about who would dare to even try to topple Moses Mitt or joke about who they could throw against him. Thoroughly sloshed from all of the Cognac and swanky wine being tossed about at these parties, someone from the Donkey party called the Elephants and said “heeeeeeeeeey, Dorrish! We’ll nominate that Rosky Andersin guy if you promish to put up Shhhhaun Hannininity as a potenshial nauminee.” The equally inebriated reply exploded through the phone line—“OKeedokee! Toga!!!!!” Thus was born the scene we have tonight, here live on MSNBCBS, MTViacorp, Inc. We thank those who have tuned in, and for those who have finally abandoned “24.” Welcome back to real life. As a special treat, we have asked Simon Cowell, former critic of American Idol, to mediate this debate. Over to you, Simon! Simon: Thanks for the invitation. I’d just like to say that it’s your pleasure to have me. To the nomination candidates here with us tonight, I will lay out one rule: Sing well. You may begin. Rocky: Ummmm….Simon, I don’t think that’s part of a good debate. Simon: Says who?! You? I’m the critic here. (Turns and raises his arms, showered by cheers from the audience) Hannity: I think you’re a great American, Simon, and thus I’m going to sing the Star-Spangled Banner! (Begins to sing. Cut off after boos drown out his cracking voice) Simon: That was horrible. Plus, I’m not even American. But even if I were, I would have left after that slaughter! I’ve never said this before, but I will now—even Paula would have hated it. Next, we enter the question phase. Each candidate will have 10 words with which to phrase their answer, so choose carefully. Who is your hero and why? Mr. Hannity, you may go first. Hannity: Why, any Great American who happens to appear on my radi… Simon: 10 words, you’re done. Sit down. Mr. Anderson? Rocky: (Carefully counting on his fingers) In all honesty, I have to answer: “myself.” I’m awesome! Simon: That’s refreshingly narcissistic! Next question will be yours to answer first, Mr. Anderson. What is your favorite color? Rocky: Any shade of green, and throw in a bit of blue. Hannity: To tell you the truth Mr. Cowell, I’m particularly fond of light purple. I find the mix of good ol’ Red, White, and Blue to be not only patriotic, but regal. That reminds me of the time that I got to sit down with the King of Syria and he told me how great America was. I had Carrie Underwood write a Country Music song to illustrate it in a great American way, kind of like Apple Pie in B-Flat Major. If we have time at the end of the debate I’ll play it for everyone. Simon: That would be…terrible Mr. Hannity. On to the next question: What is your quest? Mr. Hannity… Hannity: Really, I only have one quest in mind when I think about how great America is and how many Great Americans we have living in this country: Keeping America as Great as it always was and is for the rest of eternity. I’m willing to pay whatever price it takes, unlike the mayor here who just wants to travel the country and bash Bush—who has been out of office for four years now—Mr. ex-Mayor. That reminds me of a comment a soldier once made to me about chicken, biscuits, and hand grenades. Let me see if I can get it straight… (From the audience a woman screams “You’re a Great American, Shaun!”)…no, no, ma’am, YOU’RE a Great American! (A little bit louder, “No, YOU are a Great American”). Ma’am, I hate to disagree with you on this because you’re such a Great American, but I have to argue you that, indeed, YOU, and YOU ALONE, are the Great American. (To which the woman cheerfully shouts “Agree to Disagree!”). No, you listen here Auntie Mae, there is no disagreement here. You’re either with me or you’re against me. Which one is it, missy?! ‘Cause if it’s the latter, I promise you I will blow you up before you can even reach for your Ji-hadist bomb vest!!! (Pulls out what looks to be a remote control with a giant red button in the middle as the audience grows incredibly quiet.) Simon: Well. That was assertive, but I don’t know how I feel about the execution. If it were up to me alone, you wouldn’t move on to the next round, but thankfully, the audience has a say in this too. Mr. Anderson, the same question to you: What is your Quest? Rocky: I’m glad you asked, Mr. Cowell. My quest is 5-fold with a contingency plan in the oven in case it doesn’t work out. First, I’d like to save the world from pollution. I once watched a program which heavily influences my politics. In fact, I’ve adopted its slogan as my own: “Earth! Air! Wind! Water! (and Heart!)—with our powers combined, we are Captain Rocky!!!” (Throws his hands into the air). I believe that combining our own elemental and emotional powers, we can overcome the great evil that is global warming. I mean, seriously, have you SEEN the pigs that are dumping toxic waste into our tropical waters?! Do you know how many dolphins have died in the last year?! Second, and this kind of dovetails into the first, I want to save those really cute penguins in Antarctica—you know, the ones in the movie? Without those little guys, we probably wouldn’t even have evolved. Third, I want to see if I can fire or remove EVERYONE in my cabinet while working in another publicly elected position. As mayor, it felt a little bit like shooting fish in a barrel at the City/County Building. I’d like another go at it as a Secretary of Something or Governor even. Who knows? Fourth, I want everyone to know just exactly how much I care about certain issues. In order to do this, I need taxpayer money, lots of free time, and some kind of loaded issue, like premature baby fawn murders, or something like that. By exposing myself to the world while talking about these things in a very loud voice I can also expose the world to these issues. It’s kind of an Avant Garde thing, that no one in Utah would understand. Fifth, and speaking of Utah, I’d like to make the rest of the world know just how ridiculous the LDS Church is. I mean, Faith, Charity, Love?! Come on!!! I see Blindness, Guilt, and Repression!!! That reminds me of the time I was stump-speaking with Cindy and this guy walked up to us and asked where our protest permits were, and I was like ‘Uh-uh!!!’ (Snap, Snap, Snap), and we got arrested together. That’s what I’m talkin’ about!!! (With that last comment, Mr. Hannity’s Head explodes, triggering the anti-Human-Ji-Had-Bomb in his pocket, proving once and for all who really was the Great American) David: Imagine yourself on a deserted island. If you had to give up certain Civil Liberties in Order to be safe, which would you give up and why? In the alternative, would Sanjaya or Lindsay Lohan win in a Back-Handed Smackdown?

4.25.2007

Law School is Kaput, Finito, Fin

I know, I know. The title suggests, in German at least, that Law School is broken. Well it is, but it's also done for the year! I am released on Friday, free to wend my way for the summer months and hope that they allow me to stay on for the following semesters. No, scratch that. I wouldn't use the word hope there. Some other verb that connotes only negative things.
It's odd. Now that I've got a day behind me, it doesn't feel like I've really finished with the FIRST YEAR. But I have, and that's that. Now I'll have some time to read, write, and try to rekindle some semblance of a social life. I can finally sit down and relax, without worrying that something else needs to get done. I AM FREE!
In other news and at the request of some who'd like to see what I've been "wasting my time" with, I've been working on a history/legal/perspective paper on our current treatment of suspected terrorists. I think it's interesting, and worth making people think about, especially in light of Jack Bauer's recent shenanagans and tomfooleries with the militants of our fictional world. This paper, however, does not start where you might think. It begins in Salem, Mass., circa 1692, and will end in the mid 2000s. I think I'm going to post bits of it in a series, and would love to hear what people think. Eventually, I'd like to get it published, but it needs more polishing and a bit more of current analysis, so if anyone has any hints, critiques, or suggestions, please throw them my way. Here's the first bit:
Witch Hunting
How America Has Dealt Legally With Societal Threats From Salem to 9/11
THE BEGINNINGS at SALEM Salem. The name itself brings to mind injustice, zealotry, deceit and hysteria, thanks largely in part to Hollywood, Arthur Miller, and the imposition of modern ideals onto its most infamous progeny: the Witch Trials. But that surface understanding does a disservice to the real significance of Salem. With the proper cultural context and a bit of legal analysis, Salem’s lessons become more than just a tragic chapter in American history and lore: Salem becomes a chilling foreshadow of modern America, a warning we cannot afford to gloss over or ignore.
By understanding the cultural backdrop of Salem, its social norms, its rules of law, its religious fervor, one can quickly come to understand why the Witch Trials happened, and more importantly, why they were stopped.
The most modernly relevant aspect of the Trials, perhaps, was their adherence to legal procedure. That the events at Salem were a tragedy and an abuse of the law cannot be contested. But it bears noting that the Witch Trials were carefully scrutinized under the common law of the period, with the utmost judicial and executive oversight. As Boston Globe writer and law librarian Kevin O’Kelly wrote: “What happened in Salem at the end of the seventeenth century was first and foremost a series of trials, events taking place in a society that acknowledged the rule of law, that followed prescribed legal procedures.”[1]
SALEM VILLAGE
The once sleepy village of Salem grew into an adolescent town in the 1660s, steadily inching towards bourgeoisie status in colonial Massachusetts. No longer content to subsist merely on farming and fishing, many of the town’s residents looked towards mercantilism, commerce and international trade in order to increase both their economic status and social standing.[2] This new social hierarchy within the town itself lent Salem the structure necessary for the Witch Trials to begin, and what proved to be their downfall: class.
At some point in late 1691, a strange illness swept through Salem, affecting its young women with severe fits.[3] While some modern authors attribute the illness to hysteria,[4] agricultural poisoning,[5] or even a rare form of encephalitis lethargica,[6] author Martha M. Young offers one of the most intriguing arguments: guilt.[7] According to Young, “During the winter of 1691-92, several adolescent girls conducted experiments in fortunetelling. These forays into the occult focused on what sort of men the girls' future husbands would be. The sorority gathered in the kitchen of Salem Village's minister, Reverend Samuel Parris, and listened to the tales of Parris's West Indian slave, Tituba, who was well acquainted with obeah, a voodoo-like religion practiced by transplanted Africans in the Caribbean.”[8] While innocent when viewed in a modern light, these “forays into the occult” constituted, in no uncertain terms to the Puritans of Salem, the practice of witchcraft. But it was not until the village physician failed to determine the illness’ cause that witchcraft was mentioned as a potential cause.[9]
Once this happened, Young contends, “the case moved from the realm of medicine to that of law. Witchcraft was indeed a crime contrary to the laws of God,[10] England, and Massachusetts.”[11] Because the crime of witchcraft held with it the threat of capital punishment for those found guilty,[12] any type of accusation should have been treated carefully and with a healthy dose of skepticism—especially when children were involved. At first reticent to indicate any individuals as responsible for their sickness, in February 1692, some of the local girls were coerced by prominent men in the village into naming the witches who tormented them, leading to the issuance of arrest warrants for Sarah Good, Sarah Osborne, and the slave, Tituba.[13]
What followed next was an outbreak of hysteria, replete with paranoid accusations, false testimony, torture, and execution, all under the umbrella and protection of the common law. Estimates place the number of accused witches at over 150—more than 20% of the population;[14] 20 Salem residents were executed for the practice of witchcraft;[15] of those residents imprisoned, three died while incarcerated, and a fourth, five-year-old Dorcas Good, went insane after seven-plus months in captivity.[16]
As to the legal proceedings for those who stood accused, O’Kelly notes, “However different the world of the Salem Witch Trials may seem to us now, they had one important characteristic in common with the legal world of today: then, as now, legal matters took an excruciatingly long time to resolve.”[17] One explanation for the agonizing amount of time it took to try, convict, and mete out punishments, was that in early 1692, Massachusetts was embroiled in a state of “legal limbo” having recently deposed one governor and only under the control of an interim government.[18] The temporary magistrates postponed actual trials until a new governor could be appointed by the ruling monarchs in England, William and Mary.[19] Finally, on May 14, 1692, nearly three months after the initial accusations were raised, the “newly appointed governor, Sir William Phips, arrived in Boston with a legal charter in hand.”[20] One of his first orders of business would be to hear the cases of more than 60 Salem residents waiting for trial.[21] To do so, Governor Phips ordered a Court of Oyer y Terminer (“to hear and determine”), consisting of six members of his advisory council and Lieutenant Governor William Stoughton.[22]
LEGAL PROCEDURE of the TRIALS Preeminent in Salem’s collective mind, beyond bringing the witches to justice, was to ensure a fair and accurate trial for the accused. “The Salem residents relied on official procedures, such as indictments and public trials, and employed the best expert advice available at the time.”[23] They relied upon the law, the executive power of the colony, and upon the “best expert advice” available in the form of both their religious and judiciary leaders.[24] Wishing to appeal to both divinity and reason, the Trials at Salem followed the usual prescription of procedure used in English Common Law Witch Trials. Included in this procedure was the requirement of evidence in order to convict. Young notes some of the forms of empirical evidence used at the Trials:
Other empirical forms of witchcraft evidence introduced against at least eight of the alleged tches included the “trials by test,” the most prominent of which were the recitation of the Lord's Prayer and the “laying on of hands.” The former test rested on the presumption that a witch was unable to say the “Our Father” without some mistake because it was disloyal to her master the Devil, and because she was more accustomed to saying it backwards at the sacrilegious Witch's Sabbath. But, “anyone might make a mistake reciting the Lord's Prayer, particularly if the floor was covered with screaming, convulsive girls.” Poor John Willard, for instance, could not say it correctly after five consecutive tries.[25] Other forms of the “trials by test” included inspecting the accused’s body for the “Witch’s Mark,” (usually a mole or tumor-like growth on the skin through which the Witch’s familiar was supposed to suckle) and an especially cruel test which involved tying an accused witch’s feet together, and throwing her into a body of water—if the accused floated, she was a witch and subject to execution; if she sank, she was thankfully innocent, but unfortunately dead.[26] One of the most terrifying aspects of the Salem Witch Trials was not the “empirical” evidence gathered by the tribunal, but rather the initial admissibility of “spectral evidence”—evidence that could not be substantiated beyond testimonial from those “afflicted” by the witches, yet was believed by the Puritans to be valid.[27] With nothing more than a mere accusation from a neighbor, any member of the Salem community could be arrested and brought before the tribunal to be examined. In an effort to ensure that accusation based on spectral evidence was not the sole grounds for conviction, however, the common practice of the day was to examine the accused before their accusers.[28]
While under examination, the accused were presented before those victims they had supposedly harmed. If the accusers experienced “severe fits” while in the presence of the “witch,” that person was indicted on the spot. “Thus,” writes Young, “the indictment was not based on the original complaint, but instead cited the witchcraft performed at the examination.”[29] Furthermore, writes Young, “If the accused witch bit her lip, the [accuser] would scream out that they had been bitten; if she pinched her fingers together, they would claim that they had been pinched.”[30] However vindicated the Puritans may have felt by this “empirical” evidence presented at the pre-trial examination, no accused person examined by the Salem Court of Oyer y Terminer was ever acquitted—“to be examined as a witch essentially meant to be hanged as one.”[31]
Confession soon became one of the preferred evidences in the witchcraft trial, considered more empirical than spectral evidence. If an individual confessed to being a witch, why, he must have been a witch! One can only imagine what must have gone through the mind of a village resident who stood accused of witchcraft—“to lie before the tribunal and save one’s life, or lie before God and risk one’s soul.” It is a choice not to be lightly discarded by modern audiences. To the devoutly religious members of Salem, nearly all Orthodox Puritans, it would have been considerably worse to lie and risk one’s eternal soul than to lose one’s temporal life for the greater cause of truth.[32]
Unfortunately, this presented another tragic interpretation of the law: a confession was valid, no matter its method of extrication. In her treatise, Young notes that at one point in the Trials, the tribunal resorted to torture in order to extricate a confession: “two young men would not confess any thing, until they were tied together neck and heels, when they accused their own mother.” While the magistrates insisted on “the voluntary confession of the party suspected, they saw no contradiction in allowing the use of torture where there was ‘strong and great presumcon’ [sic] of guilt.”[33]
Though this initially smacks of injustice, inspiring the modern reader to stand and raise up the cry, later examination will show that, where “strong and great presumption of guilt” exists, even in today’s American legal system, a suspected threat can be met with tortuous treatment.[34] For the residents of Salem, confessions also provided an opportunity to escape capital punishment by naming other witches, a practice which undoubtedly contributed to the extraordinarily high number of indictments.
[1] Kevin O’Kelly, The Evidence of Things Unseen: The Legal World of the Salem Witch Trials, Summer, 2006, at 16. [2] Peter Charles Hoffer, The Salem Witchcraft Trials: A Legal History 22 (N. E. H. Hull, University of Kansas Press, 1997). [3] Martha M. Young, The Salem Witch Trials 300 Years Later: How Far has the American Legal System Come? How Much Further Does it Need to Go?, 64 Tul. L. Rev. 235, 237-38 (1989) (discussing the background and socio-economic context of the Salem Witch Trials). [4] See Hoffer, supra note 2, at 155-56; see also e.g., Frances Hill, The Salem Witchraft Trials Reader 215-305 ( De Capo Press, 2000). [5] See Laurie Winn Carlson, A Fever in Salem: A New Interpretation of the New England Witch Trials 110-46 (Ivan R. Dee, 1999) (discussing and dismissing ergotism—rye poisoning). [6] See id. at 114-46. [7] See Young, supra note 3, at 237. [8] Id. at 236-37. [9] See Carol F. Karlsen, The Devil in the Shape of a Woman: Witchcraft in Colonial New England 36 (W.W. Norton & Company, Inc. 1987). [10] See Exodus 22:18 (King James): “Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.” The very religious Puritans of New England would have viewed this law with as much weight as their own English common law. [11] Young, supra note 3, at 237. As a British colony, Massachusetts Bay followed English law. [12] See Hoffer supra note 2, at 42. (citing the Book of the Lawes and Liberties of 1648). [13] See Young, supra note 3, at 238. [14] See Jane Campbell Moriarty, Wonders of the Invisible World: Prosecutorial Syndrome and Profile Evidence in the Salem Witchcraft Trials, 26 Vt. L. Rev. 43, 44 (2001). [15] Id. at 44. [16] Handwritten note from William Good, Dorothy’s father submitted to “The Committee,” (Sept. 13, 1710), available at http://historical.library.cornell.edu/cgi-bin/witch/docviewer?did=129&seq=1&frames=0&view=100 (writing of his daughter’s impaired mental state). [17] O’Kelly, supra note 1, at 18. [18] Id. at 34 [19] Id. [20] Young, supra note 3, at 239-40. [21] O’Kelly, supra note 1, at 18 [22] See Peleg Whitman Chandler, American Criminal Trials 66 (1844) at 92 [23] Moriarty, supra note 14, at 57. [24] Id. [25] Young, supra note 3, at 249. [26] Gratefully, we no longer administer these types of guilt-proving tests. However, with the well-documented unreliability of the “lie-detecting” polygraph test, one has to wonder just how far our methods of discovery have progressed in the last three hundred years. [27] See generally Moriarty, supra note 14, at 62; Young, supra note 3, at 243-45. [28] See Moriarty, supra note 14, at 62 et. al. [29] Young, supra note 3, at 242-43. [30] Id. [31] Id. [32] See Chandler, supra note 22, at 89. [33] Young, supra note 3, at 255. [34] Thankfully, though, we no longer test suspected criminals by throwing them into bodies of water

4.11.2007

A Letter to my Sweetheart


Dear Mama,

What to say to the woman who could say it all with two words and a smile: "Hello, Lover." I love that you called me that. I love that you could brighten up any room you were in, and could make your grandkids all so jealous for your affection. I love that you taught me to love-- to love good books, education, and all the opportunities I have around me; to love the arts, new cultures, and people; to love family, philanthropy, and friends (in that order); to love life, no matter what happens.

You lived for everyone around you. In the hours after working in your garden, you'd sit me down, and we'd chat for more time than we had worked. You used to talk with me of books, while sipping a Coke. Because of you, my affair with literature began with "Good Night Moon" and continues with "A Midsummer Night's Dream." Because of you, I appreciate Sheakespeare and Seuss, Martin and Tolkien, Nephi and Moses, without the snobbery sometimes donned on those "non-classical" names. Your love of books infused in me some small current of your electricity. And it keeps me charged.

When I saw you last, you touched my cheek softly and said "We don't know anything yet. Just have faith. You don't need to cry." Within an hour, you were gone, hand still in mine, voice grown quiet. But your words echo within me now. Just Have Faith. You always had faith in us, in me, even when we didn't deserve it. With you, nothing was an obstacle to get around; it was just an opportunity to climb higher. You were the gentle word after the thunder, the cool of a breeze when fire raged all around. You encouraged me when discouragement caught hold, uplifted when all I felt whispered "Down." You made me want to live. Not just to breath, but to catch hold of life and ride it hard--to the Amazon, Tikal, Notre Dame, the Louvre; from the Chupakamane to the Maya, Europe to Central America, Utah to BYU.

When I lived on the banks of the massive Rio Negro, that mighty river was a trickle to the ocean of your presence in my life. And now you left me. But not forever. Not for long. Just a time. And even as you left me, something lovely came to mind. Something both you and I loved. Wordsworth's "Intimations on Immortality." Beautiful Words with Beautiful Meaning:

Ye blessèd creatures, I have heard the call
Ye to each other make; I see
The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee;
My heart is at your festival,
My head hath its coronal,
The fulness of your bliss, I feel—I feel it all.
O evil day! if I were sullen
While Earth herself is adorning,
This sweet May-morning,
And the children are culling
On every side,
In a thousand valleys far and wide,
Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm,
And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm:—
I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!
—But there's a tree, of many, one,
A single field which I have look'd upon,
Both of them speak of something that is gone:
The pansy at my feet
Doth the same tale repeat:
Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!

Mama, I owe my life, my faith, and my love to you. And though I won't have your word or your hands with me as I walk the rest of the way, you'll be there, always my ocean, forever my support. I know this, because of everything you taught us, this I keep for me: Heaven is all around. Heaven is here. Heaven is our eternal, enduring family. Of that, I echo your faith. But I can't promise I won't cry.

Love you, Lover,
Your "Sweet Boy"

4.04.2007

It's The Most Wonderful Season of All...

That's right, it's finals time! If no one hears from me for the next three weeks or so, don't stress. I'm just in a mild state of constant, quasi-panic, and will recover soon after the 23rd of April. No biggie. Just know that I love you.
God Bless,
Eric

3.21.2007

Score Keeping

I've decided that if sports can arbitrarily anoint "winners" and "losers" based on who "scores" more "points" than other people, well then I can too. Only, I'm going to be arbitrary with those who cross my path each day (although, I'm going to justify everyone's score).

The Girl Who Cut Me Off Today While Driving To School at 9:00am (You Know Who You Are...), 1 Point. She gets minus 10 for royally angering me and engendering a quick succession of colorful epithets; but the fact that she executed her 65mph maneuver without killing anyone earns her 11. (This reminds me of a very funny story that I'll recount some other time).
Barack Obama, 2 Points. He gets one for each name, plus one for running for president, but minus one for going by "Barry" in his younger years. (Who wouldn't want the name Barack?!)

The Police, 5 Points. They get one point each for "Roxanne," "Everything Little Thing She Does is Magic," "Don't Stand So Close To Me," "Every Breath You Take," "Message in a Bottle," and for going on tour 20 years after breaking up. They lose a point for not offering a show anywhere near me before June 27th.
My Brother, Mikee, 30,000. He deserves most of it for this quote on KSL.com (age 12, approximately): "I think it might be easier to read to a dog because they can't tell comments about you, like, 'Ha, ha, you can't read' or something." He gets the rest for being the coolest youngest brother ever.

My Brother, Timmy, 30,000 Points. He gets a lot for watching and loving MST3K as much as I do. Our favorite? "The Final Sacrifice." Our latest sampling? "Deathstalker and the Warriors From Hell." Other than that, he's the smartest kid I know and the coolest not-quite-youngest-but-younger-than-me brother ever.
Jimmy Santiago Baca, 25 Points. This poet laureate and distinguished Professor of Poetry at New Mexico University is living proof that institutionalized, "unrecoverable" members of our prison system always deserve second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and even seventh chances. His autobiography, A Place to Stand, should be required reading for everyone who thinks otherwise.

Les Paul, 100 Points and Induction into the Hall of Fame. Let's face it, without this inventor of the electric guitar, the Blues (as we know it), Rock 'n' Roll, Modern American Music, etc. wouldn't exist. Bless you, Les.
BYU Law School, 1 Point. They get this point because I think it's sad when people don't score.
My Future Wife, 999,999. She would score a perfect million, but for her reluctance to show herself. Where are you?! :D