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Posted on October 12 at 10 a.m.
Every time I drive over that bridge I get a clutch in my heart. I think about my ex who shot himself a few miles down the hill from there in '05.
I think about an acquaintances brother who jumped from the Cold Springs bridge that same year and how that act changed her life forever.
I think about the despair that drives a person to commit suicide, the sense of complete loss of hope, and I think about the deep piranha-like gnawing pain of loss that the families are left to live with for the rest of their lives.
I wonder what I would do if I saw someone ready to jump off the bridge, and how many folks like Krakatoa, Kieran, and others would be honking and swearing about how inconvenient a traffic delay on the bridge would be to their precious lives while some poor soul is considering throwing their own life away.
It saddens me that we argue about aesthetics and the bottom line while the value of human life is marked down like broken and unwanted trinkets on the bargain shelf at Ross.
Opponents have obviously never lost a loved one to suicide and I challenge those of you to prove otherwise. People who have felt this loss understand that while the act of suicide itself still makes little sense to those left behind, the pain we feel forever after teaches a person a level of grace and compassion lacking in these callous and biting forum remarks.
On Another Bridge Jump
Posted on September 2 at 9:10 a.m.
I was delighted with the film... I realized at the end that my cheeks ached from smiling through the whole thing. As a young child in Chicago, I would race home from school every day to catch her show on PBS. (until was about nine, I waved a fond farewell to friends after play dates and said a hearty "Bon Apetit!"... I thought it meant goodbye). Anyone else remember the Buche D' Noel episode? The Thanksgiving turkey? Brings both a smile and a tear to my eye. Brilliant movie about a brilliant and truly wonderful woman. Highly recommended!
On <em>Julie & Julia</em> & Santa Barbara
Posted on September 2 at 8:54 a.m.
Adderly is a wonderful school. Our thanks extend to Maria Alfieri for all that she does to make this program a success! We love you!
On Adderley School Celebrates Grand Opening
Posted on July 10 at 9:29 a.m.
I was there when that incident happened at Leadbetter, minutes before I was to officiate a wedding... weird situation. I think the perpetrator was a brother or friend of the bride and groom (15 guests all suddenly decided to leave before the ceremony, literally at a full clip across Shoreline, including the mother of the bride, hmmmm....). Bride in tears, groom strangely detached, lovely way to start out a marriage. Ahhh Fourth of July in SB, God bless America...
Hey by the way, Pink Dancing Fish Gang? Love it! :) Sounds like West Side Story 2.
On July Fourth Felonies Increase
Posted on July 10 at 9:09 a.m.
No Kratatoa, fair treatment would be that all persons who serve in the armed forces to protect the interests of our nation at home and abroad be exempt not only from paying business sales tax but also state and federal income tax as well. I firmly believe that by putting their lives on the line for us, as well as the potential damage and suffering of lifelong mental anguish following combat (PTSD), that they have paid every cent, and then some, in full.
I am incensed at the paltry benefits and bureaucratic red tape that faces every one of this countries returned and returning heros. One out of every three homeless is a veteran. And of these homeless veterans in California alone, at least three daily take their own lives. Where is the quality of life here that these men and women fought so nobly for?
Is it so impossible for us as a nation to make sacrifices for those who have sacrificed so much for us?
On Hot Dog Man Relishes Victory
Posted on June 29 at 12:16 p.m.
I respectfully disagree. I do not feel that teaching the fundamentals of Christianity to our children (I did say "our children", not "your children") is divisive dogma but rather the building of a foundation of Christian faith.
What the boy said to his schoolmate was a child's interpretation of a very clear and undeniable Christian doctrine. John 14:6: "I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me."
What you call myth is our reality. Jesus lived and died for our sins on the cross. Your reality may be Mohammed, Abraham, Rama, or none of the above. But please do not insult those who feel differently by categorizing their God as you would Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny.
And in regard to "persuading" others, Evangelists reach out to friends and community not out of an evil desire to disrupt your lives and turn you into robotic Christian clones but out of love and the desire to invite you to the kingdom of Heaven with the only ticket that can gain you entrance. I'm not looking for agreement here, but letting you know what inspires us to say "Do you know Jesus?". We love you because He loves you.
From the very beginning, God gave us choice. You may choose to listen, or you may choose to respectfully say "hey, this is not for me."
That said, I do share the belief that religious clubs should not use public schools for their meetings. There does need to be a separation of church and state as much to protect the church from state intervention as the state from church influence. We have been seeing a whole lot of this crossover in the last three elections, and I am concerned about the clarity of the lines drawn between the two becoming blurred.
I look at it this way: religious freedom is like a bowl of fruit. You like apples, I like oranges. If you say oranges are disgusting I may disagree with you, but essentially opinion is every persons right. You don't like my oranges, don't eat them. You don't want your kids going to a Christian club, don't send them. But lets not cut down all of the orange trees because you are afraid your child might like them. There is room for all of us on this fine, green planet of ours. Fruit salad anyone?
Posted on June 29 at 11:09 a.m.
What I like about his, is that it is a story of one woman who has a strong conviction and sees it through to move other people to change.
You may have empathy for the plight of small animals, or you may not. Maybe your cause is PTSD or veterans issues, or the homeless, or gun laws, the snowy plover. Whatever. But later on down your personal road on this planet you might find something worthy of your attention and wonder if you should take a stand. You may remember this woman, and think "You know, I can do something here..."
As Jesus described in the parable of the mustard seed: "If you have faith the size of just one mustard seed, you can move the mountains". I'm glad that people still have faith in their beliefs, and that the mountains indeed can be moved. Maybe my little seed isn't dead after all...
On PETA Applauds Santa Barbara Woman
Posted on June 19 at 7:16 a.m.
This story pains me on many levels...
First, what perchance 40 years ago would have been fictional soft porn in Penthouse Letters is now legal testimony in a federal court. In a concept derived from Oscar Wilde's aphorism "Life imitating art", we seem on some levels of society to have lost the concept of theoretical fantasy and instead juxtaposed it with a sense of entitlement and normalcy.
Second, and probably what causes this to linger longer in my irk-ness file, is that she too felt, at least up to a certain point, that this fantasy-come-reality bit was a good idea.
It is not the nature of "no means no" that I am contesting... it is the fact that the interweaving of moral fibers in this country has become so frayed and thin that a square of single ply industrial toilet paper has more strength and substance than the moral and ethical foundations of much of our nation today. What is considered normal behavior now, would have been appallingly unacceptable just two generations ago.
In my ever playing mental soundtrack of life inspired background music, I am reminded of a line to an old Cole Porter song that goes "In olden days a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking but Heaven knows, anything goes...". Good Lord, how have we fallen so far?
As an almost fourty-something, I have watched standards of upbringing plummet (does anyone remember finishing school? Cotillion? Methinks not...), manners, social skills, respect, codes of conduct, all becoming evolutionary fossils in a society bent on instant gratification and self pleasure.
My point, long and drawn out as it is, is that morally these two and countless others are lacking a basic foundational understanding of boundaries and moral code. Because of the inability on both of their parts to draw the line in the sand between right and wrong, the outcome of this story is vile, violent, and a textbook example of hindsight being 50/50.
We are an aping society: we mimic what we see. Parents and political leaders, as well as teachers, law enforcement, ministry, all need to take an active role in the upbringing of this and all generations to follow by demonstrating a higher code of conduct that what is prevalent today.
Art, in it's most graphic form, will always exist. It is simply up to us as a society to re draw that line in the sand that defines the difference between nurturing a healthy fantasy life and selfishly acting out of perversion to the detriment of others.
So moms, and dads, get your elbows of the table, don't chew with your mouth open, and darn it: get your hands out of the "cookie jar". Your kids are watching.
On Inmate Alleges Forcible Sex
Posted on June 3 at 6:58 a.m.
Thank you for this. You are wonderful not only for sharing a well thought out and poignant list of films, but for making a subtle reminder to everyone, alcoholic or otherwise, that art is healing to the soul. Blessings to you in your daily challenges, and pass the popcorn! ;)
On Sober Film
Posted on May 7 at 12:26 p.m.
Ray! Your photos are incredible. Thank you for your commitment.
On Jesusita Fire Turns Tragic Without Warning