The Rag Blog: BOOKS / Speak English! by Mike Palecek

My company CWG Press is publishing Mike Palecek's latest novel. Here's a review from Joan Wile of The Rag Blog:

Sci-fi, conspiracy theories and politics merge:
Speak English! is a wild journey

By Joan Wile / The Rag Blog / October 10, 2009

[Speak English! by Mike Palecek. Trade paperback, 322 pp. Published by CWG Press; to be released November, 2009.]

Speak English, by Michael Palecek, speaks the truth, and in English.

Combination road story, sci-fi mystery, philosophical consideration, and political castigation of just about everything, Mr. Palecek's book is a must-read for all who seek justice, peace, accountability of elected officials, and penetration of the myths that cloud our political vista.

With unique and dazzling style, Mr. Palecek takes us with him on a cross-country book tour during which we encounter many of the gutsy anti-establishment heroes and heroines of our times.

This account is book-ended by an intriguing tale of country boys engaging with aliens and flying saucers.

The seeming disparity between the extra-terrestrial yarn and the contemplative trek across the United States is resolved, finally, in a surprising twist which leaves the reader awestruck yet satisfied.

...see the whole review at the following link:

The Rag Blog: BOOKS / Speak English! by Mike Palecek

Feeds...

This morning I'm learning how to add a feed into the World News Trust site. VERRRRY Interesting.

World News Trust launches new site

For some time now I've been helping out at World News Trust. It's a great site for progressive news from around the world; it's well respected, well edited, thorough, and diverse. All in all a very good site and I'm proud to be associated with it.

Today, there's news. We've launched the new version! It's based on the latest version of Joomla, and it includes everything from the old site plus some new features. It's definitely worth a look.

http://www.worldnewstrust.com

Two Churches in one day

Lorraine and I took Mom to two celebrations of worship today. First we went to her church--well, our church, I guess--The Church of the Intercession, where we enjoyed a very nice Episcopal service led by Father Roger. Then, we got a ride to Northstar Community Church, just a few blocks from Mom's house, listened there to legless VietNam veteran Bob Wieland describing his ordeal as a blessing (and meaning it!), and finally enjoyed music and fellowship with some hot dogs and hamburgers (also at Northstar). It was a whirlwind of varied experiences, each one fun and inspiring in its own way.

The church was a big part of my life when I was growing up, but I don't get there often anymore. I think I'll try to change that. The Episcopal ceremony at Intercession woke old memories but at the same time made me think. Father Roger, in his sermon, said, "Shift Happens." Please note there is an F in there--that's a rather important difference from the saying that was popular a few years back. Our world, and our whole life, is constantly changing; we can marvel at how God makes things happen, and try to be a part of it, or we can sit back and complain about everything changing, fight the shift, and generally end up unhappy most of the time. He recommended the former... Later at that service we prayed for lots of different people, and one gentleman read the names of American soldiers who had died this week. I wanted to jump up and say, "What about the victims of the American soldiers, the people overseas who have been killed because we are fighting on their soil?" But I kept that thought to myself, although I did pray for them when the time came for us each to add our own silent prayers. I guess that means I shared the thought with God, at least, and now perhaps I'm sharing it with anyone who reads this far. I have very mixed feelings about patriotism, about governments and armies and countries. I used to condemn those who would fight for our country, thinking they were murderers; now I see that they are truly doing what they believe, just as I in opposing them am doing what I believe. And one of the things I so strongly believe is that everyone has the right to say what they feel and to be the person that they want to be, so I can't very well condemn them for having different beliefs. That doesn't make me feel any better about wars though. And when I see people being hurt simply because someone is trying to get more power or more money I still get very angry indeed.

Northstar is a lot more popular than Intercession. There were hundreds of people there, compared with about 20. The people are nice, too, and they truly reach out into the community to help those in need. The presentation from Bob Wieland was more like theater than a church service, but it was quite interesting and inspirational nonetheless. Wieland described how his platoon walked into an ambush, and people were screaming for help, and he had to decide whether to run away to safety or run toward his fellow soldiers and try to make a difference. Then suddenly he wasn't thinking a whole lot when he stepped on a mine big enough to take out everyone in a 30 yard radius. He was pronounced dead at the hospital, and even zipped into a body bag before someone noticed he was still alive somehow. Months later his goals were as simple as sitting up in bed--that one took days or maybe weeks to achieve. After a while they gave him some 5 pound weights and challenged him to lift them--and he swore he would not only lift those (that also took weeks) but that he would eventually set records in weightlifting. Years later he bench pressed over 500 pounds but they disqualified him from the competition because he didn't have legs. Then he learned how to walk using his hands, and one day he set off on a trip across the country. He thought it might take a year or so, but it turned out to be nearly four years before he made it to Washington D.C. from California. Pretty inspirational guy, to say the least.

The show, and the food, and the people, were great at Northstar. Since we had put all the money we had (a couple dollars in change) into the collection plate at Intercession, it was truly gratifying that someone we did not even know, sitting next to Mom and me at Northstar (Lorraine had to sit a few rows away due to the crowd), handed us some money so that we could in turn give it back to the church. Actually, I don't think she would have minded if we chose to keep it for ourselves, but I think she was very happy to see us put it in the collection plate. I noticed she had a peace sign on her purse; it happened that I wore my peace sign pin today, and that gave us something in common on a day that celebrated patriotism and the military more than it encouraged peace.

More nice people made a point of sitting near us at the long outside tables where we enjoyed our hamburgers. I may even have some computer business as a result, or at least I may be able to help some people with their computer related issues. I like doing that. Pastor Jay and his flock are a wonderful group of people, and if I'm not comfortable raising my hand to show that I've given my life to the Lord, or to show that I'm seeking His forgiveness, or whatever, it doesn't mean I don't respect them. Them meaning the people in the church, and the church itself, and God. I just have a little bit quieter and more personal way of showing it.

We walked back to Mom's house. I'd been worried that it might be too far for Mom, but I think she could easily have gone three or four times that far and I'd have probably been tired before she was. We watched a movie at her house before Lorraine and I returned home, where I promptly fell asleep for an hour.

All in all it was a great day, and I give thanks for it. I'm a bit surprised to be rambling on about religious stuff here, for the second post in a row. Don't get used to it, I'll probably write about something completely different next time. But these recent experiences have been quite wonderful.

Peace.

A Special Birthday for my Mom

Yesterday was the 11^th of June, 2009. It was a special day because it was my mother's 94^th birthday. Lorraine (my wife) and I went over to Mom's house at about 1 pm and didn't come home till around 6. All three of us had a great time.

Lorraine had arranged a special 'birthday wish' for Mom:

For some years now, Mom has not been able to get to church on Sundays; people used to pick her up to take her there but some moved, some died, and Mom was in the hospital for awhile so that they just got out of the habit. Some very nice and well meaning Jehovah's witness ladies have been visiting her but she's always been Episcopalian and it's just not quite the same. So, Lorraine decided to arrange a special visit—a birthday wish.

She called the Church of the Intercession, where Mom had gone since she and Dad moved down here in the late '70s. The call was transferred to All Saints Episcopal Church, a somewhat bigger one up near the Intracoastal Waterway, and she spoke to Father Roger, who told her that the churches had merged and he was priest-in-charge for Intercession. He agreed to visit Mom at 2 pm on her birthday. Lorraine called several more times to make sure...

Lorraine and I showed up at Mom's and I started setting up the computer. Denise, a paid caregiver who helps Mom with meals, medicine, and companionship four days a week, had taken Mom to a restaurant to celebrate, and they were resting when we arrived. Lorraine urged Mom to get up, while I started setting up my laptop so that we could watch a movie. I was surprised to find a digital converter box next to Mom's TV; I started to set that up, too. Flipper started to bark, and Lorraine went to the door to discover that Father Roger had arrived a bit early. So I cleared a table for him and we sat down to talk.

This was the first time any of us had met Roger. He is a personable man who clearly cares about people. He had taken it upon himself to have an old friend of Mom's visit yesterday morning (Mom didn't remember to tell us about that until he reminded her) and has now agreed to do what he can to help her get to church at least some Sundays. He led us in a birthday service—when asked what special prayer might be offered Mom asked for World Peace—and he gave Holy Communion. It was the first time in many years for Lorraine and me to participate in a church service; we had joined a Lutheran church (Lorraine grew up in that faith) in the '80s when we had our farm in Felton, Pennsylvania, but had not been active in any church since that time although we'd go to services once in a while. It was quite a special moment for us all. I hope that Mom will be able to attend some services now, and perhaps Lorraine and I will join her upon occasion.

After Roger left, I set up the laptop and we watched Hello, Dolly. A month or two ago we had watched Brigadoon and there were a few too many memories of my Dad; it made Mom cry, missing him, even though it's been 25 years since he died. There were memories with Hello, Dolly, too, but I thought that these might be easier ones for her because I'd been there along with her and Dad. It turned out to be an excellent choice, as we sang along to most of the songs and reminisced about the three great performers we had seen in this classic. We were lucky to have seen Carol Channing, Mary Martin, and Pearl Bailey as Dolly in three productions during the '60s, and they were all superb yet each one was unique. For the movie, Barbra Streisand lent her own bit of magic, and the brief bit with Louis Armstrong was great fun.

We enjoyed some shrimp, a Greek salad, and most of all each other's company during the movie. It was a special day, and I am so grateful to Lorraine for 'arranging things' just like Dolly Levi. We rode home feeling that the 'birthday wish' had been a birthday present not just for Mom but for all of us.

Just before leaving to visit Mom, I'd gotten $25 from one of my consulting clients, that had been somewhat contested, so I had already gotten one present; the second and biggest was the whole visit with Mom and the service with Roger. When I arrived home and checked my e-mail I found the third: a new part-time job, 15 hours a week for now, starting Monday. I hope to make this opportunity work for a long time. It's not easy to live on Lorraine's SSI check and the occasional consulting job.

There was even a fourth gift—a book in the mail, called Push Comes to Shove, that is given away by its publishers, with the condition that the recipient will donate something, somewhere, and will pass the book on to someone else with the same restriction. I'll have to get reading that! And I plan to donate some computer work to Father Roger if he'll let me.

I share Mom's prayer for World Peace, and hope that anyone reading this will try just a little harder to help someone today. I know I will.

Check out Corbin Fowler's new site

I'm now hosting Corbin Fowler's FowlerMania site at CWG Services. Corbin wrote Searching for Truth, Justice, and the American Way which my company, CWG Press, published last year. It's an excellent collection of essays and letters that prove philosophy is not only alive but highly relevant. Check out his site at www.chfowler.org.

Has it only been a week? Ubuntu rocks.

Ubuntu doesn't feel like a radical departure from my normal way of working, anymore. It feels like home.

I had used Windows for ten years; I tried Ubuntu and a couple of other Linux distros, in dual-boot setups, but I never got the guts to switch, to make something that was not Windows my main operating system.

Until a week ago, that is. Why is it that I now spend time working with my computer, using my computer, being creative with my computer, letting myself do what I want to do without the constraints of what others have provided for me? It's because it's become fun again. I don't have to live with Windows any more and I have gained freedom rather than giving up functionality. It's fun to play with the computer now. It's fun again, and as a result I can do far more.

Has it been only a week? It feels like I've had this setup forever. It feels so normal.