Showing posts with label Blogging From A to Z April Challenge 2013. Show all posts
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Tuesday, April 23, 2013

BLOGGING FROM A TO Z APRIL 2013 – LETTER “T”


Лев Троцкий

(Lev or Leon Trotsky)


When I was in college studying, I took Russian History and Languages for 2 years. Ever captivated by them, their art, their sheer heart in the face of adversity and completely fascinated by the Bolshevik Revolution. Trotsky was born Lev Davidovich Bronstein, but as all Russian Marxists soon found, it was easier to remain out of the clutches of the Czar's secret police with noms de guerre. Lenin was born Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov and Stalin, a Georgian, was born with Iosif Vissarionovich Djugashvili. He deliberately chose the moniker “Stalin,” because in Russian, it means “steel.” Harbinger of things to come and not good things.


Here, artist; you must make me look MORE evil. Draw some fangs and a tail!

Trotsky, was initially a member of the Menshevik party, a more loosely-organized and liberal party than the Bolshevik party. Although he and Lenin quarreled and often times had out and out splits over dogma of true Marxism, prior to the 1917 revolution, they both recognized the other's worth. Neither, however trusted Stalin, although he too was part of the inner circle.


Stalin doesn't even look like he's having a good time here. Spoilsport!

Trotsky initially came to prominence in 1905. A peaceful strike was held at one of the shipyards and grew into a general strike in St. Petersburg. Father Georgi Gapon led a peaceful procession of the participants and citizens through the streets to the Winter Palace to plead with Czar Nicholas for food and relief for the oppressive government. The Palace Guard fired upon the peaceful gathering, causing the deaths of a 1,000 of those gathered. This has become known as Bloody Sunday.

Trotsky was picked up, arrested and put on trial, a “show trial.” He was allowed to speak in his defense, although the resulting verdict was a foregone conclusion. It is said that he gave the “speech of his life.” A superior orator, dynamic, forceful and an incredible writer; impassioned, logical and understanding of what was at stake and how to communicate to people who were not necessarily the most literate, Lenin understood him and wanted him on the Bolshevik's side. Stalin feared him.




Trotsky and his daughter Nina in 1915, France

After these events, Trotsky secretly returned to Russia from imprisonment in Siberia, and set up shop in Kiev. He had been printing leaflets in Kiev, but soon decided he needed a wider audience. He went north, to St. Petersburg, was discovered and had to flee to rural Finland. During all this running and fleeing, he managed to found the newspaper Pravda, Truth.

The Menshevik and Bolshevik parties were still at odds, but slowly gaining strength and also consensus about what they wanted to achieve for Russia. It was decided at one of their many gabfests that they would unite as one. Zinoviev, Bukharin, Bulganin, Plekhanov, Kirov and others, to a man, all lined up behind Lenin. Lenin and Trotsky continued to spat, but again, they all argued over dogma. There is a scene in “Reds” that depicts it accurately. It just sounds like a lot of yelling.


This was probably taken after a yelling session in the Politburo.

While all of this is going on, the country is literally falling apart. In 1914, when WWI breaks out, Trotsky is in France, once again in exile. Then, France deports him to Spain for anti-war activities. This has come about, because when Lenin declared the Third Internationale, he adopted it as written by Trotsky, which excluded Russia from WWI entirely. So, Spain, says, “well, we can't have any peace-mongers here,” and they ship Trotsky to the U.S. The U.S. lets him stay and teach or write or play chess, for a while, and then in 1917, the Russian Revolution breaks out. Czar Nicky gets tossed and Trotsky hops a ship under Swedish registry which gets waylaid by the British government and sent to Canada. Trotsky gets detained for a month in an internment camp in Nova Scotia. All because Lenin, as head of the Bolshevik party, pulled Russia, who at that time was an ally, OUT of the war.

After some fum-fawing, and fooling around, the Russian foreign minister Pavel Malyukov demanded the release of Leon Trotsky as a Russian Citizen, and the British Government released him on April 29th, 1917. When he arrived home, although he agreed with the Bolshevik position, he didn't join right away. Eventually he did, and sided with Lenin against Zinoview and Kamenev to overthrow the Provisional Government headed by Aleksandr Kerensky. Stalin wrote of Trotsky's particular prowess as a Military Leader in his memoirs, a passage Trotsky later expunged from his own works; the enmity between the two that great even then.

Trotsky was not only a wizard on the battlefield. He was the consummate politician, securing Lenin's primacy in the Soviet, keeping the power centralized and by the end of 1917, Trotsky was the number 2 man in the Bolshevik Party. He streamlined the organization and centralization, which had been Zinoviev's task. Zinoviev did feel the slight, but soldiered on; he had been with Lenin for over a decade.


The yelling ranged from distribution of goods, to whether or not Russia should recognize other countries at war.

Trotsky went on to experience more brilliant achievements, became Head of the Red Army in 1918 and several reversals (losing his beloved army in 1925) in fortune. It is no secret that Stalin hated and feared him more than any other man. In Lenin's last will and testament, he literally beseeches the heirs “Stalin is too coarse... becomes intolerable in a Secretary General.” Of Trotsky, Lenin says, “...is distinguished not only by his outstanding ability. He is personally perhaps the most capable man in the C.C. (Central Committee) but he has displayed excessive self-assurance and excessive preoccupation with the administrative side of his work.”

After Lenin's death, Stalin reclaimed every copy of this testament that he could, killed the recipients and hounded Trotsky and thwarted him in everything the man tried to do. Trotsky and his family, after running for several years, ended up seeking asylum in 1935 in Mexico City. There he studied, wrote, and published “true” histories of the Bolshevik revolution. He lived quietly in a house that belonged to the painter Diego Rivera. On August 21, 1940, and undercover NKVD agent, Ramon Mercader broke into his house and hit him in the head with a pickaxe. Trotsky was rushed to a hospital and operated on, but died a day later. He was 60 years old.

I always liked Trotsky; the pen is mightier than the sword, he proved that. It would have been a far different USSR or CCCP had Trotsky and not Stalin succeeded Lenin. We never really stop to think that Lenin was in power, REALLY in power from 1918 until 1922, when he had his first stroke. There are rumors that Stalin had Lenin killed. Who knows? But Stalin ruled from 1924 until 1953; that's a long time to instill a zeitgeist of fear, paranoia and utter hatred for anything outside of yourself. Djugashvili started his career at a Jesuit monastery. I too, was taught by Jesuits, but it just deepens the mystery. One of the first things Stalin did was treat his own SSR, Georgia with immense cruelty. Part of the Harvest of Sorrow.


He has his own Facebook page, "Imaginary Trotsky." Like all animals he graces us with his presence, even if he is no longer here.

On a happier note, in 1987, I inherited a little blue ball of fluff. He squawked when I took him home. I was in the midst of taking some Russian Language and Russian History classes. I didn't know what this little guy was; I named him “Trotsky.” He turned out to be a stunning Russian Blue when he grew up. Smart as a whip and a one person cat. Very protective; all 20 pounds of him. He also had this weird Siamese yowl. I didn't think much about that. He really wasn't a talker. We went pretty much everywhere together. He died in 2002 at the age of 17. I miss him; I found out some cool stuff about these cats. The Arkangel (Russian Blue) cats as they're called, are from Leningrad. During WWII, the breed almost died out, during the 900-day siege by the Nazis. They've been infused with Siamese blood to keep them going, hence the yowl. I learn new stuff all the time. Here's to you, товарищ Троцкий (pal Trotsky.)

Saturday, April 13, 2013

BLOGGING FROM A TO Z APRIL 2013 – LETTER “L”



LIONS


Old Flag of Scotland

I love cats; all of them. Big and small. We have a little housecat, and she adopted us. I adore the big ones; tigers most of all. But, lions I find to be the most ingratiating and companionable of the class 4 cats. Probably because they do live in families. I've also witnessed some behavior that is hard to credit and I am not sure you would see this in tigers, loners that they are. But lions seem to have long memories and gratitude towards their early care-givers. I know there was a recent incident where a young woman died caring for a lion, but that was an anomaly, I believe. That was only 2nd fatality in over 20 years, regarding a lion and a human in the U.S.


I love looking at their facial expressions; each one is different...

First off there is the story of Christian the lion, who lived in London, I believe and was raised as a cub by two brothers who ran some sort of clothing house back in the 60s. He slept in a dresser drawer and went about with the brothers. Eventually, he became too big to hang out with them, so they took him to a reserve in Africa where he was taught to hunt and off he went. Some time passed, and the brothers went back to see him. Christian remembered his friends and they had a wonderful reunion. Christian brought his wives to meet his London friends. They were not quite are enthusiastic about Christian's friends, but they didn't eat his friends, so all was good.



Then there is the lady, Ana Torres in Columbia who rescued a lion from a traveling circus. The woman continues to care for him and other animals that have suffered abuse, and starvation. In this video, the lions hugs her and just seems so happy and grateful towards his rescuer. Beautiful animals all, I wish they could stay in the wild.



Once, when we lived in San Diego, we all went to the San Diego Zoo. You could get pretty close to the lions. My poor dad, every time we went to the zoo, something would spit, bite, or get bodily fluids on him. This time, a male lion backed right up to the fence and sprayed him. It smelled like a billion polecats had just cut loose. Poor Daddy, he had to do the rest of the Zoo that way. My uncle teased him unmercifully. When we got home, my mom let the dogs out. They ran to greet Daddy, got one whiff, made a U-turn and ran back to the house ki-yi-ing all the way. Still, that was better than the time he got bitten by the camel and the koala bear!





Friday, April 12, 2013

BLOGGING FROM A TO Z APRIL 2013 – LETTER “J” and “K”

                                                                           


JERK

JUST KIDDING (PARKINSON'S DISEASE AWARENESS MONTH IS APRIL)


Actually, at some point, I knew I would be laid up and unable to sit in front of a computer. Rather than ask for permission, I followed the advice of the late, esteemed Admiral Grace Hopper, who said, “Do it now, ask forgiveness later.” So, that's what I'm doing. Doing 2 letters at once, and asking forgiveness. Yesterday, when I woke up, I had some of the most excruciating pain on the left side of my neck and jaw. I went to bed with it on Wednesday night. Really a big no-no.

Since this is Parkinson's Disease Awareness month, a little lesson on what can happen when people with the disease sleeps. We don't always experience symptoms, one is a tendency to “freeze” in one position and there is no changing of positions, nothing. Dead to the world we are. But, if we don't sleep frozen, we tend to have sleep disturbances, which are stupid. Once, I couldn't figure out how my significant other took a dowel, pushed my right big toe up, so that my knee hit me in the chin and woke me up and then, got all the way down the block to buy a newspaper. Beats me.

 So I awoke on Thursday morning in the exact same position I had gone to sleep in and in worse pain then when I went to bed. I got up with every intention of writing my Thursday posts, sat in my blogging chair for ½ hour and went back to bed. The pain was that bad and I have a high pain threshold. So much for Thursday.

I feel better today, but I did manage to aspirate something, so now I'm coughing like a tuberculosis patient. One of the things about Parkinson's patients, is I think it tends to make us secretive. I don't like to eat in public. I'm legally blind, so people are already rather wary of me with the dark glasses and cane. That I am used to. But I was in a grocery store the other day that I normally don't shop at, and the deli clerk was trying to get me to taste the roast beef and cheese I was ordering. I kept saying, “no, that's okay.” She finally said, “Are we shy?” I let her believe this is so, and nibbled on some beef and cheese. She was a very nice lady and drew me out of my public shell.

My friend who was with me, helped eat our unexpected treasure. But holy Hell, it's like a pig at a trough sometimes and don't give me a fork, or if you do, get yourself an umbrella and a lobster bib. I'll eat with friends, they understand and enjoy the impromptu leftovers I fling their way.

All kidding aside, and there's lots of kidding in the world of Parkinson's, just ask YumaBev and countless others. I have the strength of 10 men, but no depth perception. I did the clean-and-jerk with 3 cases of water. The 3rd one, sailed over the top of my cart and landed somewhere over by the meat department. Oops. A quick retrieval and apologies all around.

The one advantage I have is that with my blind cane and glasses, if I'm having a really bad day with the tremors, people don't accuse me of being drunk. I hear horror stories which is beyond sad. I myself am guilty of thinking just that in the case of Dudley Moore, who had a PhD in Piano Performance and I heard him play as a young man. Brilliant he was, tearing through Gershwin's “Concerto in F” one of my favorite pieces and a challenge, not just for the soloist, but also the orchestra.


He had this whole other career, as well as being a comedian.

Later on in his life, when it all was going wrong, he was accused of being a drunken sot. He wasn't; he suffered from a supranuclear braindisorder, which was progressive and degenerative and mimicked the symptoms of alcoholism, similar to Parkinson's. When he died, it was from pneumonia, a secondary symptom to the palsy that left him immobile. A cruel fate, indeed. I was one of those who tsked, tsked. Shame on me.

Found here, at the National Parkinson's Disease website, the Book, "Mind, Mood and Memory cites that 40% of Parkinson's and anyone who has a neuromuscular disorder suffers from mental illness. Prior to my psychotic break last year and the over manifestation of my Parkinson's symptoms (although I have had subtle symptoms for at least 15 years) I was your garden-variety undifferentiated depression, DSM 311 and a very high level functioning Asperger (probably some autism in there, but so what?) After the psychotic break, my tremors started and have increased rapidly, along with lovely drooling, freezing, thousand-yard stare and other weirdness.


Way cooler than Monty. I always wanted to drive a tank!

My Parkinson's is no one else's. According to the publication, "Mind, Mood and Memory," also tells us, that fully 35% of Parkinson's patients never get tremors at all. I believe that my Parkinson's manifests itself mainly in the psychological aspects. This is all guess work and comparing life before the psychosis to life after. I do get dementia, which I never had before. I believe my mother had it as well. I am starting a study at USF, the Center of Excellence so designated by the National Parkinson's Foundation on June 6, 2013. I guess I get to be General Eisenhower on this D-Day. I didn't want to be Field Marshal Montgomery (eww!) and damn it! Wouldn't you know, Field Marshal Rommel is already taken. That's one popular dude!



  

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

BLOGGING FROM A TO Z APRIL 2013 – LETTER “I”



IDLE

It had to happen. In between downloading a bunch of files for an old IBM Thinkpad, that my hardware counterpart is rebuilding, fiddling with trying to get appointments to Dermatologists that will take my half-assed medical supplemental insurance, getting prescriptions refilled, so I won't take hostages and trying to decide if I'm cooking, or can I squeeze out another night of “yay, sandwiches!” my give a damn broke and I decided to be idle, indolent, but not indigent.


I was homeless once; sometimes the food was this bad. But hey! It was food.

So, idle is okay for a while. But it's not idyllic, unless I have something to occupy my brain with. I have total monkey brain. If it isn't going 90 mph ALL THE TIME I'm awake, it gets really, really unhappy. I have to keep it amused. Doesn't really matter with what, just so long as it's interesting. I enjoy learning, but I understand our brains are built for that, so that's not surprising. I can't imagine stagnating in front of the TV, although I can stagnate pretty well in front of a computer.


Okay, "Gangnam Style" has been played on YouTube a sum total of 3,000 years, according to Buzzfeed. So, Jesus wouldn't have been around when PSY started. I just live for stuff like this!

I like mysteries and puzzles and I like math for the same reason, but I can also curl up with a good book and read. I'm reading the latest Alex Delaware novel “Victims” right now. Fun and idle. I don't do passive very well. I have more fun getting into trouble on the internet, committing cyber-vandalism. Saying silly things on people's Facebook pages. Whiling away the time, which is pretty much what this post is. Actually, this post is so slight, it's more of a place-holder, for the letter “I”

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

BLOGGING FROM A TO Z APRIL 2013 – LETTER “H”


HALF-ASSED


I was racking my brain for an “H” word today. In my usual fashion, none of the words I chose and put in a list have been used. As a matter of fact, I can't even remember the title of the list and have lost it somewhere in the wilderness of my of my hard drive. I can't remember what I chose, but it was probably something really Serious and Meaningful. The hell with it.


The bigger it gets, the worse it gets. Its own peripherals hate each other. Links die and go nowhere, except to Existential Land, maybe. Twitter Support is lame-o. "Let us help pick your new PC!" they gush. I tweeted, "4MB RAM, 33MB processor." "Great! Windows 8 is for you!" "Really? I thought Atari might do!" I tweeted back. Idiots.

While I was trying to work up a froth of “H” inspiration, I noticed, wayyy up in the left-hand corner, a new folder icon, where earlier today, my Recycle Bin icon had been. I haven't touched it, I haven't deleted anything today; I haven't accidentally deleted my Recycle Bin, which I have done in the past. I have Windows Vista. I used to work at IBM and I was an OS/2 Engineer. I worked in 3rd level support and I loved the operating system. It's robust and hard to louse up, unlike Windows, which is nothing but a thriving, self-replicating bug patch.

Vista is probably one of the less intrusive operating systems versions of Windows. We've had the Win95, 98, 2000, XP and I guess 7, which I have no experience with and 8, which ditto. Frankly they all suck. Apple sucks, too and you need to have Java loaded to run their garbage. I got rid of all of that when I got some of their more lethal viruses. I had to reload one of my computers back in 2008, when I downloaded a Java update. I chased a trojan around on my old Gateway system for 3 days and finally gave up and reloaded the system.


I play Runescape; this is the MOST important thing I use my computer for. SETI@home, Math arrays and writing/blogging and fixing the world run a distant 2nd to this! ViolaFury and Linus on their way to the coal mines.

In February, I got pneumonia and had to go to the ER. When I got home, my computer nagged me to download an update to RealPlayer, which is an Apple product and I did but didn't scan it before I installed it and got a smitty_fraud Trojan worm. I caught it before it's 3rd iteration. I then got rid of all of my Apple products. I had already uninstalled Java. For good measure, I uninstalled all of my MS Office and am running Open Office.org. I'm happy and my computer is happy, too! There is so much nasty stuff running around out there and Microsoft is sloppy. All big software publishers are getting sloppy with their security, and their half-assed approach to security is more apparent all the time. I bought a 2-year license for AVG security and I run Spybot on every piece of software that a program tells me to update. I have all updates set to “ask first before downloading.” It's worth it to avoid the absolute frustration of having to reload your system. I did this sort of work for 15 years. Half-assed doesn't cut it, and the big companies don't care.

I'm half-assed myself; here it is 8:48 pm, just getting to my post. I think the "G" is for Golf was probably funnier. This is new you can use. Let's call it edu-tainment. Tomorrow should be for I is for Idiot. Naaa, too obvious. Ouch.


Saturday, April 6, 2013

BLOGGING CHALLENGE FROM A TO Z APRIL 2013 – LETTER F



FUNNY

As in, I am not... I am the Straight Man Of The World. As the least funny person on the planet however, I do have a wicked sense of humor and can come up with a good observation or two, and an occasional one-liner. My parents were screamingly funny. I alas, do not have that gene. But I am woefully addicted to hilarious hijinks, stupidities, randomness and amusing and sarcastic, but cutting reviews of ineptly made blockbuster or artsy-fartsy movies that come from other people. Extra points if the movie is a horribly made science-fiction movie that looks like it was made in someone's garage and everyone chipped in 5 bucks.





I'm sure this was great, even without MST3K. Music by Autoharp and Snare Drum. Plot by Atari. Script by Commodore 64 and Sanyo-Bot.

I love Cracked.com and HuffPo's "Eat the Press" on Sunday mornings, hosted by the inimitable Jason Linkins because, Blargle, and lately have been hanging out at the A.V. Club. Not for all of the sparkling wit of the articles necessarily, or because I am a movie and TV show maven. It's for the reviews and of late, the comments from the readers. For instance, the A.V. Club is currently embroiled in reviewing “The Following,” with Kevin Bacon, on Fox, which originally drew me in, but other than the Baconator, the show reeks out loud. I have ended up staying for the reviews by an intrepid soul, Mr. David Sims, and the readers comments, which are hysterical. Absolutely hysterical. To the point of apoplexy. If I were ever to have a crappy Death Metal Band, I would name it “Hysteria and Apoplexy,” except now, I'll have to name it “Silly for Killing” which has become a sort of rallying cry amongst the readers' comments in this show, which also has set a sort of record of gaining 2 Fs in a row.

We are breathlessly awaiting a 3rd this week. We all have no lives apparently. But, back to funny stuff. Gina Valley, who is participating, in this A to Z Challenge is hilarious! Consistently funny. She also has the added ability of being able to confuse me more than I am already and I love enriched confusion in my life. It just adds to the hysteria, in a good way of course! Andi-Roo over at The World 4 Realz is also no slouch in the laffs department. She can write funny dialog in a way no one else can. She has a post regarding her adventures in the ER last 4th of July that I read about once a month. I want to be buried with that post. It's about a cotton Q-tip she got stuck in her ear. It's great.

Gina's post that cracked me up was about the Alphabet Song-dependency she's developed. (In DSM-V there's probably a pill for this, but no thanks, I already have several diagnoses for an alarmingly long list of things deemed unfit by society.) She has to do the whole Q, R, S, X, U, T thing. This got me laughing for several reasons. Firstly, Gina's a cracker jack edumacator and has a pack of kids and a professor hubby, and is extremely well-read and writes well, but I can relate. Even though I tested at reading, writing and comprehending at a post-doctoral level at the age of 15, I still run through A, B, C, E, F, I. See? That's messed up and I ain't fixin' it.

Secondly, I remembered the TV show “The Smoking Gun Presents the World's Dumbest” hosted by several Grade Z comedians, writers, athletes, ex-cons, etc, who demonstrate the world's idiocies with videos and their commentary. It's my guilty pleasure and I laugh like a hyena through every stupid episode, as Danny Bonaduce talks about what a dumbass he was and Gary Busey says something sort of sane. Tonya Harding is the voice of reason. This show is like "Jack Ass," only classier.



You're singing in public; you're being made fun of by these guys. You stink out loud, or have forgotten the lyrics, or your pants fell off. THAT's funny and yes, I would do that!

Guy Who's 90, Drunk and Gets Pulled Over For DUI, Sings ABC Song to Cop: A, B, C, D, E, F, G, and so forth... Drunk Girl At Karaoke Chooses to Sing ABC Song, Because She Knows No Other Song?... A, A, A, (ad infinitum, even with help from a drunker friend.) The show kept returning to this; it went on for a while, but no one seemed to mind. All of this is hilarious to me and then I remembered when I first started learning to read music and I had to laugh at my own non-clue, artless behavior. Understand that this was back in the Pleistocene Era of 1966 and I was eager to learn, we'd done the whole A, B, C, D, E, F, G thing. I don't even remember my first music teacher, and in my usual way I was in a rush and was not looking at books. I was looking at my very 1st violin. I just couldn't wait to learn about the H note. I'm still waiting.

Friday, April 5, 2013

BLOGGING FROM A TO Z APRIL 2013 – LETTER E




BLOGGING FROM A TO Z APRIL 2013 – LETTER E


Oops, call it an elide to letter "F" as I had to go on a useless mission today. Sorry.