Polychrome politics …

rainbow

I got to thinking about rainbows the other day – probably because it had been alternately raining and shining since sun-up – and that led me into a consideration of prisms and wavelengths and such. Pulling down my First Edition, bound with the tanned hide of an 18th century Tory, copy of Newton’s Opticks, I soon found myself immersed in the physics of refraction and diffusion (OK – I made up that part about “First Edition” … and “tanned Tory hide” … in fact, I made it all up … it’s called creative license, Mel). But I did Yahoo (I have renounced and cast off the evils of Google) up a layman’s treatise on the subject, and, thanks to a sometimes worrisome penchant for non-linear thinking, soon found myself speculating (pun intended) on the spectrum of visible light, and how, in terms of the wavelengths of its constitutent colors, it is eerily evocative of the current political spectrum.

Know how? Tellya how …..

Most schoolchildren know (at least most Asian schoolchildren – them danged high-falutin’ non-occidental show-offs still include basic science in their curricula) that if you direct a beam of visible light through a prism it will break up into a series of colors, ranging from bluish to reddish as the wavelength increases from around 380 to 750 nanometers (the approximate wavelength range of visible light). Note that the blue end of the spectrum lies to the left (lower wavelengths), while the red lies to the right. Do you begin to see where I’m going with this?

Let’s get opto-political – here’s a not-very-professionally-done but reasonably accurate graphic of the visible light spectrum:

spectrum

Most references agree that the wavelength of the “blue” section of the visible light spectrum runs from 450 to 495 nanometers, with the lower wavelengths consigned to “violet” … but here’s where it gets interesting. The “red” range covers a slice from 620 to 750 nm – a range of nearly three times that of the “blue”. Hmmm …. Hang on to that notion – we’ll get back to it.

At this point, allow me a small digression: there are a number of ways to label the pervasive dichotomy of political persuasions in this great republic. Democrat vs republican, blue vs red, progressive vs traditional, liberal vs conservative – pick whichever one blows your skirt up. Personally, I prefer good old Left vs Right; these terms are clear and relatively innocuous, and operate efficiently on a well-understood behavioral continuum, by which I mean only the willfully obtuse will confuse them. Having thus chosen our terms we can now characterize each according to generally accepted conventional criteria. Note that no judgment, pro or con, is made as to the preferability of either position.

Lefties will, on average, be younger, more affluent, more educated in terms of total years of advanced schooling, more ideologically driven (as opposed to issue-driven), and often “cycle” politically, i.e., their political activities are more effusive during election campaigns, then wane markedly. Further, those on the left seem to almost compulsively cluster tightly around certain well-defined “liberal” positions, such as ‘ more government, not less‘, ‘humans are ultimately perfectible through governmental action‘, and ‘wealth re-distribution is a laudable goal‘. In consequence of this ideological compactness, voters on the left have a fungible quality, i.e., unvarying, indistinguishable – essentially interchangeable – and are much less likely to stray significantly from party dogma, or to vote anything but a straight party ballot. These are the electors that gladden the hearts of cigar-chomping apparatchiks in smoke-filled backrooms everywhere.

On the other hand (and isn’t there always an ‘other hand‘?), righties will, again on average, be older, less well off, have fewer years of formal education, be more issue-oriented, and exhibit an almost monotonous stability in the level and tenor of their political exertions. Moreover, unlike their counterparts on the left, they often embrace a veritable panoply of political and social issues, ranging from the marginally dissimilar to the wildly antithetical. These folks are big on things like personal liberty and unfettered independence. To them, the opportunity for self-determination is not just expected, it is sacerdotal – a sacred right. They do not like – in fact, will not abide – being told what or how to think. Remember – these are people who will engage in a fist-fight over whether or not beans can or should be added to chili. They are, then, the bane of political bosses – cranky, unpredictable, ticket-splitting nightmares whose politico-philosophic terrain is significantly more expansive than that of their left-leaning brethren.

OK – I said all that to say this: while rational people can contest (with some justification) the validity of the 1:3 proportion mentioned above, it does seem that there is a clear parallel between the positions and relative degrees of space taken up by the “reds” and the “blues” in both the spectrum of light and that of politics. Who says life doesn’t imitate art (or, in this case, science)?

We could have a bit more fun trying to fit Ralph Nader or Cynthia McKinney into the “green” sections of the scale, or possibly putting Howlin’ Howard Dean down in the “ultraviolet” range … but I confess I am not sure what to do with Bob Barr and Ron Paul … I s’pose they go in the “infrared” zone?

Be Well.

Published in: on July 8, 2009 at 10:12 am Comments (2)

Sarah ‘n’ the Dipity’s

Palin Resigning

I am of a ripened enough vintage that I still enjoy a good Keystone Kops movie, so imagine my delight at the spectacle afforded this weekend by the political chattering class galumphing about like a clutch of toads in a hailstorm. The source of their manic discomfiture was of course Sarah Palin’s announcement that she was taking a different road – so different that the flock of starlings that passes for the media in this country went absolutely s***-house … as we say out here in Weedsville.

All weekend long (and still this AM) the airwaves fairly crackled with befuddled interrogatories – what was she thinking? What is her “strategy”? What kind of trouble is she in? Is she having another of her daughter’s children? Has Todd been caught hanging out with hairdressers? (And my personal fave – “Is she frightened of Lisa Murkowski?” – to which may I just respond “Bwahahaha”.)

Folks, they just don’t get it; once again, the pseudo-political hoi kaloi have offered incontrovertible evidence (as if any was needed) that they have become so philosophically endogamous as to be the ideological equivalent of an ingrown toenail. One expects them at any time to break into the theme from “Deliverance”. They absolutely cannot (or will not) recognize sincerity, candor, and integrity. Attributes like courage, competence and self-assuredness scare them silly, and Sarah Palin is a refreshing admixture of all of these and more.

It was a scene that could not have been scripted: outdoors, back-dropped by beautiful Lake Whatever, baby son Trig gurgling audibly off-camera, a pair of water-birds cavorting in the brilliant blue of the lake behind her, there was Sarah, gorgeous as always, enchanting listeners with plain, yet pointed words. Flanked by her family and a few friends, she explained quietly and simply what she was going to do and why she was going to do it. I will not synopsize her statement here but just know that it made sense … only those who were taught in their cradle that character assassination is sport would look for underlying motive. Here is a lady who says what she means … and means what she says.

So, for the benefit of all who seek the dastardly back-story (those whom A.J. Leibling delightfully if somewhat deprecatingly referred to as “the less reflective elements of our populace”), let me ease your trubbled minds: there is no grand strategy, no fiendishly clever black-ops, no convoluted Machiavellian plots, no wheels-within-wheels. None a that. Just a bracing whiff of straightforwardness – a freshet of honesty that we have been so long without that many among us have forgotten what it looks and feels like. If nothing else, we should all be thankful for being reminded by Alaska’s outgoing governor that goodness, if it no longer abounds, is at least still in existence.

I have no idea if Sarah is going to run for higher office or anything resembling that. I have said before that I considered her far too bright to do so, and I am (for now) sticking with that opinion. Some wag noted a long time ago that we tend to get the kind of government we deserve; if that is true, and I believe it is, then we won’t see Sarah Palin in Washington. We don’t merit her kind of character and competence, and she certainly deserves better than us.

Be well.

Published in: on July 6, 2009 at 10:43 am Leave a Comment

The Return of the Rabbit …

UW1

I have (and I don’t know why this surprises me) run headlong into a major snag in my book project. Much of the needed source material for said project is housed at the Nebraska Historical Society which is, for better or worse, currently undergoing a mega-renovation, the scale of which has rendered the Society’s archives essentially inaccessible to spavined old rabbits and other seekers of antediluvian midlands lore. I have done about as much as I can do at this early stage relative to non-research activities, and the NHS tells me that on-site research access will not resume until early 2010 – so I find myself at a bit of a loose end. Ergo, and in concert with the “Fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly” philosophy first articulated back in 1927 by Oscar Hammerstein, seems like “bunnies gotta blog” …. So here I am back again, at least for an interregnum of unpredictable duration; my intention is to irregularly (read “When I’m bored out of my gourd“) sprinkle a little Wiggily wisdom and witticism upon the impenitent breast of the blogosphere … because … you know … I have no life.

Where to begin … or should that be “resume”? While I haven’t been blogging for the past few months I have been reading a few select blogs, which, in my opinion, constitute some of the more rational opiners on matters of heartland socio-politico-cultural consequence, as well as the occasional just plain bizarre. Leavenworth Street continues to carry the banner for those who are primarily Omaha-oriented (but, admittedly, Sweeper surprises with an occasional helping of out-state goings-on). The Old Feeder has happily been resurrected over at the Plains Feeder (though he is currently mysteriously AWOL). Harby, the infamously eclectic, not to say reactionary, academic, still glows brightly through the ordurous liberal alluvium that is the University of Nebraska, at his Right Wing Professor node on the ‘Net. Even Kyle, whose Neener-Neener Network site continues to set the standard for kludgy illegibility and long-winded clutter, has apparently survived an emotionally draining existential crisis a few weeks ago and has come slithering back from the left in diligent pursuit of irrelevance (thanx, WFB). I also irregularly skim by Laura Ebke’s RedState digs, but the redolence of Ron Paul continues to permeate that otherwise entirely acceptable and cerebral blog, so I, still unable to believe in leprechauns, usually do not tarry long.

Glad you’re all here … it’s good to be among you. I share core principles with some of you, with others of you notsomuch, but you have all (along with many others) proven to be serious, articulate and durable observers of the human condition at the outset of the new millenium and we’re all better off for your presence.

More anon. Be well.

Published in: on July 2, 2009 at 3:31 pm Comments (6)

Nebraska Orthopedic Hospital

I am beginning work on a book that will be about the old Nebraska Orthopedic Hospital – formerly located at 10th and South Streets in Lincoln. The hospital opened around 1905, and cared for hundreds of children (of which I was one) over the years until its eventual de-commission in the early seventies. NOH did yeoman duty for the children of Nebraska (all at no charge), especially during the various polio epidemics that periodically swept through the heartland, and its contributions and service deserve much more notice and celebration than has heretofore been the case – hence this book project

I am asking for any help/data/records/photos, etc., that anyone may be willing to share – including personal experiences whether as patient or staff at NOH, or any other information. I am not able to pay for such help, but I will promise a copy of the book to anyone who makes a material contribution to the project.

I was there during the 1940’s and 1950’s and I spent time in all four boys wards (C, D, E, and F) over the years. I recall the names of several kids I knew who were patients, as well as some staff members; I offer the following partial list just as a memory jogger:

Dale Walkinshaw – patient – 3 0r 4 yrs old in 1944

James Drummond – patient

Robert Bach (or Baulk?) – patient

Jerome Wilcox – patient – from Stromsburg

Gary Musil – patient

Sheryl Drake – patient – from Ansley

Richard Settgast – patient – from Omaha (?)

Karen Ericson – patient -  from Comstock

There were many others but I recall only bits and pieces. There was a young man from Cozad named “Walt” who was injured in an auto shop accident. A boy, perhaps 10 or 12 years old, who was from Latvia. A little girl named “Della”, who was Native American, 3 or 4 years old in 1944. “Arlen”, a precocious little boy, badly crippled from multiple birth defects. “Bea”, a teenage girl in an iron lung (who, I think, did not survive her bout with polio).

Some of the nurses/doctors/staff I remember were:

Dr. H.W. Orr – founder and chief patron of NOH

Dr. Alcorn – superintendent/administrator during most of my time there

Dr. Fred Ferciot – orthopedic surgeon

Dr. Fritz Teal – orthopedic surgeon

Dr. Bartels – orthopedic surgeon

Dr. Hamsa – orthopedic surgeon

Mrs. Soldany (sp?) – Superintendent of nurses

Mrs. Van Cleve – RN supervisor

Mrs. Bogart – RN supervisor

Mrs. Boastrum – Ward E staff nurse

Mrs. Hitch – Ward D staff nurse

Mrs. Cook – Ward E staff nurse

Betty Lane – Ward E staff nurse

Mrs. Bishop – physical therapist

“Walter” – thick German accent, ran the brace shop

Mrs. Harris – teacher

Mrs. Kerwin (sp?) – teacher

Mrs. Folger – teacher

Grace Goddard – social worker

Nora DeCory (sp?) – social worker

Bear in mind that these names/facts are being remembered from nearly 60 years ago, so it is more than possible that they may be at least partially in error.

If you or someone you know has information/experience concerning Nebraska Orthopedic Hospital, please consider sharing it with me for possible inclusion in this project.

I can be reached at bookends@rcom-ne.com. Thanks in advance for your help.

Ed Stevens

Kearney, Nebraska

Published in: on May 15, 2009 at 10:14 am Comments (2)