I have a dream

It’s a simple and straightforward dream: that my government will make serving the interests of it’s citizens a priority.  It has become apparent of late that that is only a pipe dream.

What I had suspected to be true was sadly confirmed by the New York Times:

Many thousands of Americans seeking green cards for foreign spouses or other immediate relatives have been separated from them for a year or more because of swelling bureaucratic delays at a federal immigration agency in recent months.

The long waits came when the agency, Citizenship and Immigration Services, shifted attention and resources to a program President Obama started in 2012 to give deportation deferrals to young undocumented immigrants, according to administration officials and official data.  …

Until recently, an American could obtain a green card for a spouse, child or parent — probably the easiest document in the immigration system — in five months or less. But over the past year, waits for approvals of those resident visas stretched to 15 months, and more than 500,000 applications became stuck in the pipeline, playing havoc with international moves and children’s schools and keeping families apart.

I guess I should count my blessings, at least Jee Yeun is stuck here in the states with me.  But the fact the President made the DREAM Act amnesty program for illegal immigrants a priority over people like me and half a million other citizens is outrageous.  I am well beyond mere anger at this point, a fury which is only exacerbated by the fact that I am powerless to do a fucking thing about it.

Well, that’s not entirely true.  I did pick up the phone and call the USCIS customer “service” number.  After navigating the recorded phone tree options I was eventually connected with a pleasant enough human being.  Apparently her training only allowed her to read from prepared scripts.  I patiently explained that after receiving a letter dated August 2, 2013 stating our residency application would be delayed approximately six months due to “workload” issues there had been no further contact from USCIS.  This prompted the spokesbot to recite from the script that said my case had been accepted on April 30 for processing at the Lee’s Summit, MO facility.  That was all the information she had.

I told her the August 2 letter said that if I hadn’t heard anything in six months I was supposed to call the customer service number, which is what I was now attempting to do.  This comment apparently resulted in the spokesbot accessing a new script to read to me.  Progress!  This time I was told that my application had been received on April 30, had been processed at Lee’s Summit, MO, and sent to the Charleston, SC service center for adjudication.  So then I asked the only question I care about–how much longer do I have to wait?  She didn’t have an answer for that, so she put me on hold.  When she returned to the phone she advised me that my application was received on April 30, processed at Lee’s Summit, sent to Charleston, and that my case was “outside normal processing parameters”.  Alrighty then.  Now what?

The helpful spokesbot then carefully took down all the information I had previously provided and assured me that the Charleston office would be notified of the fact my case was outside normal processing parameters and that if I hadn’t heard from Charleston in fifteen days I should call the customer service number.  So, the circle jerk has now completed a full loop I suppose.

I asked if making an appointment to speak in person with someone in Charleston would be helpful.  Her somewhat ominous response was that it would not be “harmful” to do so, but that I’d have to schedule an appointment online in their “info pass” system.  I thanked her for her time and effort and the call ended.  I immediately went to the info pass system to schedule a potentially unhelpful but unharmful appointment in Charleston.  The joke was on me apparently.  Here are the options for getting an appointment:

We offer 4 kinds of appointments for a case that you have already filed. Please choose from the following –

The only one that potentially fits is the last one.  So if I don’t hear back in the 15 days I’ve been promised, I can wait another 30 days and schedule an appointment.  That’s not really helpful, but I guess it wouldn’t be harmful either.

Who knew the DREAM Act would be such a nightmare?

 

 

 

 

“A standing military force, with an overgrown Executive, will not long be safe companions to liberty.”

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So said James Madison with whom I’m a kindred spirit if this personality test is to be believed.

I’ve done the Myers-Briggs assessment several times (the government enjoyed spending tax dollars on that type of thing).  This test was similar, but of a lesser scope (only 50 questions). I’d say these results are reasonably accurate:

Compared to the general population, you are:

  • Below average on Extroversion, indicating that you are an introvert who prefers calm environments to large social gatherings.
  • Above average on Openness, indicating that you prefer to strike a balance between seeking out novelty and preserving the status quo.
  • Average on Agreeableness, indicating that you alternate between being tenderhearted in some situations and tough-minded in others.
  • Average on Conscientiousness, indicating that you take a balanced approach between sticking to plans and deadlines and being flexible about updating your current goals.
  • Average on Neuroticism, indicating that you respond adequately to changes in your environment and feel some measure of stress under pressure without letting it get to you.

Which President are you most like?

Thanks for coming

The latest lefty outrage these days is on the subject of income inequality.  I’m pretty much old school in my thinking I suppose, but there have always been rich and poor and there always will be. I have a bigger problem with the government playing Robin Hood than I do with inequality.  Anyway, I came across this article entitled “How When Harry Met Sally Explains Inequality”.

You can read the link if you are so inclined, but the article got me thinking about my favorite scene from that classic 1980s movie:

The clip above reminded me about the time a woman told me how there are in fact three types of orgasms.  That was news to me so I asked for further explanation.  She smiled and said: Well, you have the affirmative orgasm which sounds like this “oh yes, oh yes, OH YESSSS!”  Then there is the religious orgasm which is “oh god, oh god, OH GOD!!!!

Intrigued, I asked about the third type of orgasm.  With a serious face she told me:  Ah, that’s the fake orgasm–“oh John, oh John, oh John.”

Hey, it was funny at the time.

Here we go again I guess

I guess things get to be cliche because they get repeated, well, repeatedly.

I guess it’s become cliche to say those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it (although it wasn’t cliche when George Santayana said it first).

I guess while folks are being distracted about nonsense from the past and frivolities of the present they will ignore the clear and present danger (which I guess is another cliche).

I guess in looking back it will all have been so obvious.

I guess by then it will be too late.

I guess you should read this and understand why 2014 is Asia’s 1937 all over again.

I guess even the President of the Philippines sees the handwriting on the wall.

I guess we’ll continue to downsize our military in the face of this.

I guess we are all fixing to pay a high price for our ignorance.

I guess I’ve said all I’ve got to say about this.  For now.

Unrewarded effort or just deserts?

It is frustrating to actually work hard at losing weight only to weigh-in and discover that you’ve in fact gained poundage.

I’ve been diligent about the treadmill (one hour a day +/- 3.5 miles).  And I’ve gotten off my ass and practiced my dart game an additional hour a day.  That may not be much, but it’s lots more than I was doing when I was shedding pounds like snake skin over the past year.

What’s changed?  I expect it may have something to do with metabolism.  I’m no longer smoking cigarettes which could be a factor.  I haven’t noticed myself eating more, as I still typically only have one regular meal a day.  I snack on cheese, nuts, and celery.  Although I do flavor the celery with peanut butter.  My only real “cheating” has been my inability to resist having a delicious smoothie periodically during the week.  But how bad can that be?

My smoothie consists of a handful of strawberries, a banana, a dollop of peanut butter, two scoops of vanilla ice cream, and some milk.  OK, maybe that is pretty bad.  But still, I usually do that in lieu of eating a normal meal.  I wouldn’t think I’d be punished so severely for such a small deviation from the low carbohydrate reservation.

The other possibility is that I’m playing darts four times a week.  And while that is itself a form of exercise, I’m sure those benefits are counteracted by my ingestion of several (low-carb) beers.  Hmm.

Anyway, this week finds me back to 233.5 pounds, a gain of two from last week.  I’m going to keep with the program and maybe add a little more exercise.  I could probably ride the stationary bike while watching TV.  And drinking a smoothie.

 

 

 

A qualified success

Those of you who have been following my darts “career” will recall the numerous accounts of my valiant efforts to actually qualify for a Regional event, only to either utterly fail or (even worse in some ways) to fall painfully short of making the cut.

I am pleased to report that as of today those failures are all in the past.  That’s right, the ol’ Walrus has earned a spot to play in Augusta on March 7*.  You can’t make the Nationals without winning a Regional.  And the first step to winning a Regional is to qualify for one.  Mission accomplished!

* Of course, I still hope to be back in Korea anytime now.  But given that the mailman continues to disappoint us each and every day, I can’t make firm plans for our departure.  I’m resolved now to apply for Advance Parole in the hope that it will expedite things.  Yes, I should have done so months ago, but I naively held out hope that Uncle Sam would do the right thing.  Still, if something shakes loose in the next week or two I might just schedule my flight for March 8.

Everything old is new again

Later this year I will celebrate ten years of blogging here at LTG.  And what a celebration it will be!  Or not.

I really only mention this as a way of bringing to your attention this blog from Will Wilkinson lamenting the death of “old school blogging”.  Now, given my propensity for bad writing you may consider LTG an example of “no school” blogging.  But at least I haven’t sold out.  Which I guess would apply to any other purveyor of shit–“yes, it stinks.  But I have lots more where that came from!”  Ha, I may make that my blog’s new tagline.

Anyway, Mr. Wilkinson is a writer and if his Wikipedia entry is any indication, a really, really, smart guy.   But my first reaction to his Old School post was similar to that of Althouse: “What is this ‘old school’ blogging you speak of?  An aversion to paragraph breaks?”  Which actually made me laugh out loud.

Moving on to the substance of the matter, Wilkinson uses a bunch of $10 words that I don’t really understand and am too lazy to look up to make the case that blogging for money is new school and laments the loss of the purity of the old school blogger:

The idea that the self is an “illusion” tends to be grounded on the false assumption that if the self is anything at all, it must be a stable inward personal quiddity available to introspection. But of course there is no such thing. The Zen masters are right.

I truthfully just don’t know what to say about that.  In part because I have no freakin’ idea what the hell he is talking about.  In her response, Althouse offers this:

What do the Zen masters say about purity? Hei Neng said: “If you cherish the notion of purity and cling to it, you turn purity into falsehood. Purity has neither form nor shape, and when you claim an achievement by establishing a form known as purity… you are purity bound.”

Which I suppose makes more sense on a level just beyond my total comprehension.

Taking the intellectualism down a notch, this is what made me wade all the way through Wilkinson’s interminable paragraph:

Every time I’ve been hacked and had to take the blog offline, it felt a little like an amputation. A blog is a sort of history of one’s mind, like a diary or a journal, but it’s public and that makes a huge difference.

See, I can relate to that sentiment.  There have been a couple of times when it appeared I was going to lose almost ten years of blogging history and it really did feel like an amputation.  I don’t pretend to have anything profound, unique, or particularly interesting to say here, and lord knows I don’t express myself in a fashion that warrants any consideration other than as a bad example.  Which might explain why I only have a handful of loyal readers (assuming small hands).  But what I share here is a part of me that would not otherwise be expressed.  And yes, most of it is bullshit.  As is most of life in general.

I don’t know if that makes me “old school” or not.  But LTG is an important part of my history and I’ll continue writing that history until I have nothing left to say.  And that’s never stopped me before!

 

 

 

“And don’t let the door hit you on the way out…”

cosmo_logo

I have achieved a new milestone in my darting “career”. Today I received an email from Cosmo Darts Fit Flight respectfully declining my offer to let them sponsor me. It was an honor to be rejected by such a fine company!

Actually, I didn’t really expect them to pay me or give me free stuff.  I just wanted them to provide me their logo to wear on my dart jersey.  Truth be told I didn’t even expect a response, but I did get this:

Hello Mr. John McCrarey,

I am Nozomi Nishikawa and the Cosmo Darts sales/promotion representative of overseas division.

I would like to thank you for your interest in Cosmo Darts. We are very happy to hear that you like our products. Unfortunately, we are not able to provide you with our logo images since we give them to only our sponsored players. However, there are many players who love our products and put our logos on their shirts by themselves. I think they use logos on our website or something. So, you can put our logos on you shirts. We appreciate your support.

I found your name in the Seoul International Dart Leagues as a vice president. You live in the USA, but are you working in Korea for the dart league? I’m just curious as there are not so many who play darts in Korea regularly.

 Thank you for your interest.

 Best regards, Nozomi Nishikawa

See, here’s the thing. With depending upon the ranking proof, wearing a company logo on your dart shirt implies sponsorship.  And it would be gauche to go around pretending to be sponsored when you are not.   I’m such a whore that I would have allowed myself to be “sponsored” for the mere cost of a company provided logo.  But they were obviously on to my scheme and didn’t want a doofus like me diluting the value of corporate sponsorship.

But I guess what really surprised me was that they actually made the effort to find out who I am.  The reference to the Seoul International Dart League (which I hadn’t mentioned in my email to them) indicates they Googled my name.  Hence, they were able to confirm that I am, in fact, a doofus.  [BTW, I use “doofus” as the darts equivalent to “duffer” in golf]

For the record, I’m a former President of SIDL but currently have no affiliation with the league other than as a participant (I’m on a team but obviously won’t be playing until my return to Korea).  But the real insult is the claim that there are not so many who play darts in Korea regularly.  What the hell?  There are thousands of enthusiastic dart players in Korea!  Has he never heard of the Korea Darts Federation?

As you’ve probably surmised, Cosmo Darts is a Japanese company, so you can see where this is going. Now, I don’t want to stir up any animosity between Japan and Korea (Dokdo is our land! and it’s the East Sea, damn it!) but this attitude towards Korean darts strikes me as, dare I say it, colonial!

Alright, I’m kidding.  Mostly.  But I do believe that Cosmo is missing a great opportunity if they aren’t actively marketing using pbn backlinks for their outstanding products in Korea.  I’d have been willing to help them with that, but I’m sure they could find a non-doofus Korean to sponsor if they even knew that darts existed in Korea.

So, I didn’t get a Cosmo Darts logo, but I did get this blog post.  I guess that makes us all winners!

Punctuality

It may be a little late (years, misuse) to start caring about punctuation–but why now?  Because…I found this: to begin with. I just want to make a point, period, like this one.

Ha, that turned out to be a pretty lame attempt.  Read the link and you’ll see what I was trying to do.  I guess what impressed me was the craft and thought behind the punctuation these writers employed.  And that it was totally lost on me until now.

 

Why yes, yes I am

So, I came upon this link that asks the question: Are you smarter than an educator?  That seems to be a pretty low bar as far as intelligence indicators go, but I took the test anyway.  I was astounded when I saw just how easy the questions were.  I did miss two which I attribute more to not reading carefully than to ignorance.  Even so, I scored a 93%.  Now get this: The average score for all 2,508 Americans taking the test was 49%; college educators scored 55%!  That’s pretty damn scary.

Here’s a direct link to the test.  Go ahead and take it.  It will probably make you feel good about yourself.  Or sad for your fellow citizens.  Or both.

As God is my witness

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I have a kimchi pot on my front porch.  Today the doorbell rang.  Jee Yeun answered the door and began conversing in Korean.  Apparently two well dressed Korean men were driving by and saw the aforementioned kimchi pot and surmised correctly that a Hanguk-saram was living here.  So, they wanted to stop by and share some good news.

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And so they did and then they left.

The other strange event of the day is that my house is full of the wonderful smell of roasting turkey.  Well, it is not strange that the house smells of poultry because I’ve had some in the oven these past couple of hours.  It’s just strange that I’m making turkey this time of year I suppose.  But what the hell, I’m retired and no slave to a calendar.  And I like turkey.

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Just another exciting day in the life here at LTG.

Two things I haven’t done this year

1. I have not posted anything here on the blog.

2. I haven’t smoked a cigarette.

So, I guess technically speaking there is now only one thing I haven’t done this year.  Of those two at least.  And I can live without ever smoking again.  Which is actually the point of quitting, right?

I’m not going to say it’s been easy.  Although truth be told quitting is easy.  It’s the staying quit that’s the hard part.  But I’m chock full of good intentions this time.  I still get the urge to smoke of course, especially when I’m alone or with somebody.  Ha ha, I love my sense of humor!  But seriously, there are moments when I really want to inhale some nicotine.  Like while I’m writing this post.  Or when I’m playing darts.  And so when I’m feeling an overwhelming need, I reach out to my new best friend for comfort:

njoykings

Is that cheating?  Who cares?  Yes, it’s a nicotine fix.  But it ain’t the nicotine that is scarring my lungs.  And it’s really just a crutch until I can walk away completely on my own.  And I’m getting there.

Speaking of walking, I’ve rededicated myself to six hours a week on the treadmill.  So far, so good.  It’s just been a few days but I do feel better already.  I do the treadmill in the morning and an hour of darts practice in the afternoon.  Usually with a nap in between.  It’s a pretty sweet routine.

In other news, I did my first dart tourney of the year this past weekend up in Charlotte.  I threw better than I usually do, and even managed to to finish in the money.

With my partner J.R. we managed a Top 8 finish in 501 and a Top 4 finish in Cricket.

With my partner J.R. we managed a Top 8 finish in 501 and a Top 4 finish in Cricket.

And that’s about all I’ve got to say about 2014.  At least so far.  It did start well though.

I'm wearing my bomber jacket!  Ready for Itaewon!

I’m wearing my bomber jacket! Ready for Itaewon!

Happy New Year!

 

That’s Life

My journey through the annals of Life continues apace.  The magazine that is.  I’ve now reached August 1955, the month and year of my birth.  What keeps it interesting I suppose is finding tidbits of long forgotten stories and then trying to discern what happened next.  Okay, so I’m easily entertained.  But let me share a sad tale from the August 15 issue.

Life did a short feature on a group of American airmen who were shot down over China during the Korean war and had been imprisoned as spies ever since.  They were finally released after years of negotiations between two hostile governments .  One of these was Airman 2/c Daniel Schmidt.

An unlucky flyer, but things could be worse.  And then they were.

An unlucky flyer, but things could be always be worse. And then they were.

While sad sack Schmidt was enduring years of Chinese torture, his lovely redheaded bride Una, who was also the mother of the child Schmidt had never seen, had remarried to a local lumberjack by the name of Alford Fine.  Schmidt was understandably distraught to learn this news upon his return to the U.S. and promptly filed for divorce.

Things then got rather messy as local news accounts of the time portrayed.  Una moved out of Alford’s trailer home and desperately sought reconciliation with Schmidt.  Schmidt, however, was not in a forgiving mood.  Meanwhile, the local sheriff pursued an investigation into whether Una was guilty of bigamy.  The Air Force insisted it had notified Una that her husband was still alive in China prior to her remarriage, but Una denied it.  It appeared the woman with two husbands might soon wind up with none.

Finally, Schmidt’s mother intervened and arranged a meeting between the two star crossed lovers.   And when Schmidt saw Una, he fell in love all over again. 

The newly reunited family makes an appearance on the Art Linkletter show.

The newly reunited family makes an appearance on the Art Linkletter show.

It was a tale worthy of Hollywood, except for the happy ending part.  As this outstanding blog post recounts, Una and Schmidt divorced in 1960 and Daniel died in 1962 of a broken heart.  Well, during open heart surgery anyway.  He was 31.

 

I really don’t give a duck

So, I have a friend on Facebook who is a Professor of Sociology at a university in Massachusetts.  He’s a good guy (I used to play darts with him in Columbia) although he brings a decidedly leftist viewpoint to his political discussions.  Which is fine, he’s one of my few liberal acquaintances who is actually willing to engage in a serious discussions of the issues of the day.  We had a marathon session one night at my house while enjoying a bottle of whiskey which was a very pleasant experience.

So anyway, a few days ago he posted this on his Facebook page:

Here’s something I want to cautiously offer to the conversation – while we’ve been having important conversations about tolerance and silly arguments about free speech, more and more attention is being given to a media figure who’s real life has been managed and distorted into a stereotype of a poor person. That stereotype simply isn’t the whole picture, just take a look at the picture of the Duck Dynasty family from a few year back included in this article. Let’s try to see more of the picture, and also think a bit about who benefits from the perpetuation of the stereotypes.

From the article: ‘As long as we keep our concerns on the ideological bigotry expressed by one type of loser in the system, no one notices the corporate or government policies and practices that are the real problem. While all eyes are on the poor, rural, white, Southern bigot, we fail to see the owners of media corporations sitting comfortably in their mansions making decisions about which hilarious down-trodden stereotype to trot out next. Sexist, homophobic, and racist ideology gets a voice, while those who really benefit laugh all the way to the bank.’

And here’s the article he linked.  Give it a read and then come on back.

I wasn’t going to respond at all because I could see in the FB comments that the article was blood in the water for the lefty sharks who follow him.  But with the article still in mind and my holiday magnanimity satiated,  I wrote the following comment:

I hesitated weighing in on this because I’ve never watched Duck Dynasty and didn’t believe that anyone who watches “reality” programs of this ilk actually think of them as real. But I read the linked article anyway and came away wondering what was more astounding–the smug arrogance or the blatant hypocrisy. And talk about stereotypes! All the liberal gospels right up front and center. You’ve got your classism, evil corporate exploitation, conservatives as racists, and oh yeah, “white privilege” all together at last! And make no mistake, the article did in fact call Robertson a bigot in the classical sense of the word.

I don’t personally care what Robertson says or believes, I don’t care if he is faux redneck, and I don’t care if A&E cancels his silly show. I don’t expect he does either. In the grand scheme of things this kerfuffle is just another pointless distraction from the issues that should matter most to the American people. But since we are on the subject I want to state once again how personally offended I am by this whole pseudo-science doctrine of white privilege. How is it different from any other race based stereotype?

Now, just a couple of weeks ago I was reading how incensed y’all were about the college professor who was taken to task for offending her white students by calling them out for their obvious (to her) guilt of being members of a privileged race. But hey, she’s got as much right to her religious beliefs as anyone, right? I just don’t understand the double-standard being applied to Robertson. I for one like the concept of a free marketplace of ideas, even the ones I don’t personally care for. I just wish my friends on the left could be so open-minded and inclusive.

But I digress. You wanted a conversation about stereotypes of the poor. Well, guess what? We are not as yet a collective and most folks can think for themselves and tend to act in an individualistic manner. Robertson no more represents the poor than does the “welfare queens” or “gang bangers” we see frequently on display in popular media. A media controlled largely by the left, if political donations to democrats are any indication. But the reality is people don’t fit in the neat little boxes to which they’ve been assigned by their intellectual betters. And that’s a good thing I reckon. Otherwise, as a person who believes in limited government I’d be nothing but a racist, homophobic, Tea Partier, right?

The best article I’ve read on this subject serves as a nice counterpoint to the one you linked. I humbly invite you to take a step outside of the echo chamber and give it a read. If you dare!  http://larrycorreia.wordpress.com/2013/12/19/angsty-emo-outrage-and-ducks/

Glen Reynolds had the best line I’ve seen on the topic: “A&E is now cancelling “Duck Dynasty” and replacing it with a new show about life in the White House. It will be called “Duck Responsibility.”

It’s a holiday tradition

That’s right, I know it must be Christmas because I just whipped up a big batch of my Aunt Pat’s recipe fruit salad.  I’ve been making it for the holidays the past 30 some odd years I reckon.  It was always my favorite part of the Thanksgiving feast when I’d visit Aunt Pat (mom’s older sister) as a boy.  Funny thing is I mentioned this to her and she denied any knowledge of making a fruit salad.  Well, one of us is wrong about that but I’m pretty sure it’s not me.

I start by draining a can of mandarin oranges and a can of fruit cocktail...

I start by draining a can of mandarin oranges and a can of fruit cocktail…

...then I cut up a granny smith apple...

…then I cut up a granny smith apple…

...and slice up a couple of bananas...

…and slice up a couple of bananas…

...the remaining ingredients are sour cream, pecans, coconut and baby marshmallows...

…the remaining ingredients are sour cream, pecans, coconut and baby marshmallows…

...I stir in the sour cream till it is mixed well with the fruit.  The I add the pecans.  Next, I sweeten it up some with the coconut and marshmallows...

…I stir in the sour cream till it is mixed well with the fruit. Then I add the pecans. Next, I sweeten it up some with the coconut and marshmallows…

...and it comes out looking something like this.

…and it comes out looking something like this.

Hey, I never said it was difficult!  And it does taste better than it looks.  The only problem I’ve ever had is with people who insist on calling it ambrosia.  It’s NOT ambrosia.  Ambrosia doesn’t use a sour cream base.  So there.

Hope y’all have (or had) a great holiday.  We’ll be heading over to spend Christmas with the son and daughter in the morning.  Started and finished my Christmas shopping yesterday.  It’s not hard when everyone on your list is getting a gift card.  Well, the grandson is getting this:

Assembly was required.  I managed it though.

Assembly was required. I managed it though.