Sunday, May 16, 2010

An American Road Trip. Pt. 1

We stood and shivered in the sub-freezing Kansas winter night air and wondered if the sadistic Greyhound driver would ever let us on his bus. It had been a long day-a long couple of days-and we were ready for rest. Questions lingered on our minds as we waited for entry onto the vehicle that represented our only chance of getting home: What went wrong? What would happen to the car, now that it was stuck in rural Kansas? Why had we thought that we could pull off such a stunt? We were close, so close, to being able to finally go home, but now we were dealing with this. A man with a hard-on for punishing others.

A confused elderly woman in line with us asked the bus driver when he would allow us on the bus. "When I feel like it" he replied. He had brought us out of the warm, dry terminal forty-five minutes earlier to make us form a line outside of his bus. We had stood patiently outside after he closed the door and inspected the bus, prohibiting us from entry. He had paced slowly back and forth inside the bus, glancing at us through the window. He would make us wait. He was in charge. We would pay the price for wanting warmth. He would teach us that lesson, and he would do it with a sinister smile.

It was 6 degrees outside and windy. How long would he make us wait?

This was not the adventure that Bert and I had planned. Two days earlier we had set off on a cross-country road trip that had been on our bucket list since we were teens. Two friends in a classic chevy driving across America's heartland. Two friends -brothers- who had spent most of their lives together, but were now living on opposite sides of the continent. The plan was simple: get the old car out of storage, spend a week or two preparing it for the trip, drive it from Boulder to my new home in Nashville.

A 1966 Cheverolet Impala SS. A candy apple red two-door hardtop with a small block engine that rumbled a distinctive low purr through its dual chrome tail pipes. Originally my brother's project car, I had bought it from him when I was twelve for $300. For me it had been love at first sight. The long, low, curved lines of the car. The bucket seats. The smell of its interior. What my eyes were witnessing was a grey, rusty, hunk of metal with a deteriorated interior and an engine that didn't run. My head, however, saw a red beauty that ran perfectly. It would take five years, but that vision would become reality.

When I wasn't in class, I was either working as a bus-boy at the country club earning money for the car, or I was working on the car. It was obsessive. Non-stop for years. I would stay up all night some nights removing the old carpeting or cleaning the engine parts. Some nights I would just sit in the car, imagining what it would be like when it was finished. My father would give me guidance, and I felt close to him when we worked on the car together. For Christmas and birthdays, I always asked for something car-related: a new headliner, a carburetor, tools.

Bert would often sit with me while I worked on the car. We would listen to music (The Doors, Led Zeppelin, The Beach Boys, Pearl Jam) and talk about girls. In fact, we talked about everything. Two teenage boys trying their hardest to figure out the mysteries of life, the intricacies of the high-school social scene, and their own place in the world. We fantasized about cruising in the car, driving through the mountains and across the plains of eastern Colorado. We promised to take the car across the country when it was finished.

To be continued...




Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Master of Nothing?

Beware the man who does too many things, for he does not many of them well.

Monday, April 26, 2010

It's OK to lose.

A man's true sense of grace is revealed more so during times of failure than during times of success.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

A New Declaration

The Declaration of Independence was drafted out of necessity during a time when citizens’ rights were being violated by an oppressive government. The need to break free of the status-quo and redirect the cultural attitude towards the relationship between government and citizen led to its being drafted and, ultimately, to its being enacted. Likewise, in the nineteenth century the need arose for women to speak out against an oppressive culture and government that had excluded half of its population from the rights that had been declared almost a century earlier. Today, close to two hundred and fifty years after Thomas Jefferson’s Declaration of Independence, and more than one hundred and fifty years after Elizabeth Cady Stanton’s Declaration of Sentiments and Resolutions, the need for a new type of declaration has presented itself. This declaration must speak against the many abuses suffered by those living things on Earth whom cannot speak for themselves.

Declaration of Environmental and Non-Human Rights

When, in the course of world history, it becomes necessary for a majority portion of the world’s population to assume among other living creatures a position different from that which they have hitherto occupied, but one to which the laws of nature and nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to all living creatures, both human and non, requires that the causes that impel them to such a course should be declared.

We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all natural things in this world are created equal; that they are endowed by their creator with certain inalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the freedom to live naturally, the way that God intended them to; that to secure these rights human beings have been given the duty of protecting and nourishing those very things that provide them with a meaningful existence. Whenever any type of living creature becomes destructive of these ends, it is a right of those who suffer from it to have their liberties be voiced, and in doing so have a new institution of protection be insisted on, laying its foundation on such principles, and organizing its powers in such a form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their safety and right to flourish. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that the role of human kind in the world, long established, should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience has shown that most bodies of nature are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to be able to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they were accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object, evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is the duty of human beings to change their behavior, and to provide new guard for the future security of the abused. Such has been the suffering of the world’s forests, tundra, jungles, rivers and oceans. Such too has been the suffering of so many of God’s creatures under the oppressive watch of human beings, and such is now the necessity which constrains them to be spoken for, and demanded the equal and natural station to which they are entitled.

The history of mankind is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations on the part of human beings toward all other living creatures in this world, having in direct object the establishment of an absolute tyranny over them. To prove this, let facts be submitted to a candid world.

They (human beings) have cut down the forests of this world in order to make room for building habitats that are both unnatural to humans and burdensome on the Earth.

They have replaced dense foliage and open prairie with concrete and metal.

They have killed animals, not out of necessity, but rather for sport, and in doing so have endangered and made extinct many of God’s most beautiful creations.

They have polluted the waterways with poisonous chemicals that kill fish and other marine life, in the name of convenience.

They have torn down a majority of the world’s rainforests in order to harvest minerals from the ground that will make them money.

They have forgotten their role as protectors of the world and mistaken it with being owners of the world, and in doing so have thoughtlessly taken over a majority of the Earth’s surface, with little thought to the impact they are making.

They have become near-sighted to the point of blindness with regard to the long-term impact of their lifestyles.

They have silenced the voices of those who speak for the plants and animals of the world, opting instead to indulge in the false pretense that what is out of sight and, therefore, out of mind, must be unworthy of their attention.

They have decided time and time again that immediate financial rewards outweigh the health and happiness of future generations.

They have placed animals, who by their nature roam thousands of miles during their lifetimes, into small, isolated corridors.

They have forgotten that they are a part of the world, and that the world is not theirs to oppress.

They have done more damage to the world, in little more than one hundred year’s time, than had been done in the thousands of years prior.

In every stage of these oppressions, the living plants and animals who cannot speak for themselves have silently suffered, while their plight has been ignored. The stewards of the Earth, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, has acted unfit to be the ruler of God’s creatures.

We, therefore, the representatives of all things living, assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by the Authority of all plants and animals of this world, solemnly publish and declare, That all of God’s creatures, no matter how silent and how small, be provided a measure of protection and respect from mankind that assures the continued and joyous balance that God and Nature intended.

It is only when these simple actions, those of a balanced and loving world, are enacted, that we as humans shall truly rejoice in the beauty of the world of which we have been bestowed. For if it were not for the lush greens, the clear water, the blue sky and the natural process of the animal kingdom, our lives would be that of a false reality. We must at once take action to ensure the protection of the world’s great wonder and beauty for the many generations who have yet to witness it.

(Written by Adam Trapani and based on The Declaration of Independence by Thomas Jefferson)

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Ringing true

It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all – in which case, you fail by default.

-J.K. Rowling

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Tetris and Life

No two games ever get the same set of pieces.

How well you do depends both on where you decide to put the pieces as well as what pieces you get. It’s a mix of chance of performance.

Everyone plays Tetris differently. Some play it safe, taking it one line at a time, while others take risks, stacking up a big pile of pieces hoping for a straight piece to come along and save the day. Some people just don’t seem to know where to put the pieces, while others seem to navigate the game without effort.

It’s easy to do well in Tetris when the right pieces come at the right time.

Sometimes your game is cut short when the piece you’re waiting for doesn’t come.

You can use the exact same tactics in two separate games and do well in one and not the other.

It’s easier to know where to put the pieces when you are watching someone else play than when you are playing your own game.

Likewise, it’s easy to criticize another player’s strategy, but it’s incredibly aggravating when other people criticize yours.

It’s easy to blame a poor score on the game for not giving you the right pieces.

Some people play for points, while others try to get as many lines as they can. Others think that success is measured by what level they get to.

You can start on the easy level and do well, but you don’t get many points for it.

Each person seems to think that they know the best way to play Tetris.

Thinking back after a game is over, it’s easy to see what moves you could have done better.

A bad game of Tetris is still better than no Tetris at all.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Entertainment?

The average football game, as presented on television (source: The Wall Street Journal):

-60 minutes of commercials
-75 minutes of huddling or milling between snaps
-17 minutes of replays
-11 minutes of actual football

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is America's favorite pastime.

I think I'll go for a bike ride.

Adam

Thursday, January 14, 2010

I'm back and I'm mad.

You know, just when I think no one is paying attention to this little blog, I get a surprise kick in the butt by a friend to remind me that someone, somewhere, is reading. Thank you, old friend.

So without further ado....

This posting is about the beauty of being mad, and the good that comes from telling the ugly truth . I'm mad, dammit.

As a New Year's resolution of sorts I have decided that when I'm mad, sad, disappointed or indifferent, I'm going to show it. And I expect the same from my friends. Life's too short not to be real with each other, so let's cut through the powdered sugar coating and express ourselves.

I want my friends to trust what I say. When I pay a compliment, I want it to mean something. When I'm happy, I want it to show. Likewise, when I'm mad at you, I'm going to tell you that. When I act like a jerk, I want you to call me out on it. I want to argue with you when I disagree with you, instead of keeping my opinion to myself, afraid of how it may make me look. I want to show you my ugly side, my mean side, my vulnerable side, and my insecure side.

I long for the freedom to be an asshole! I really, really, do.

And I'll start now. Let me publicly declare that it pisses me off that so many Americans are fat. There is no excuse for that! Stop eating so much crap! And stop going to the doctor looking for a magic pill that will solve your cholesterol problems, your heart problems, and your joint issues. That's not how it should work.

Phew, that felt good! And please, if you disagree, I expect to hear it from you. I'm beginning to realize that telling the truth-the whole, ugly truth-is a matter of respect.

Happy New Year. Here's to telling your friends why they piss you off, and having them return the favor.

With love,

Adam

Friday, November 27, 2009

Put Christ back in Christmas?

I think it's time you studied your history, sirs.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Crystal ball.

There is a difference between a plan and a prediction.

It's when the two coincide that we are at our best.