Monday, July 26, 2021

My Life as a Spondee

 

(an ode to gabapentin)

 

 

Always

Sick to my

Stomach

My world is

Spinning

And I’m not

Grinning.

This isn’t

Funny

Constantly

Dizzy

This doesn’t

Make sense

No frame of

Reference

Lightheaded and

Nauseous

My steps are

Slipping

Seem to be

Falling

The floor is

Calling.

My foot falls are

Heavy

Every move is

Unsure

Haven’t been

Drinking

All muddled

Thinking

brain feeling

fuzzy

not able to

see straight

everything

unclear

not sure I'm

all here

The world is on

delay

And I have to

hold tight

My vision is

Blurry

Too spaced out to

Worry

Don't know if I'm

Tired

Can't figure my

Feelings

I can barely

see straight

No one who can

relate

16 hours and

counting

Just wishing I'd

come down

been feeling this

for days

I'm feeling this

 


Thursday, July 22, 2021

Purim Torah

 

Think of it as Christmas in August, but for Jews.

Jews live in a state of hyper-awareness. We scour the news and we worry. We may not look it, and, sure, maybe there are some Jews who have settled into a blissful state of unawares, but I believe that I believe I speak for all Jews who are currently in my head right now, and after a cuppa from Dunkin (not decaf), that feels like a lot.

But what are we afraid of? Good question -- thanks for asking.

I was in an internet forum, picking fights with stupid people (as is my wont) this morning. Someone made a claim about hypocrisy in the Torah, citing the apparent contradiction created by the statement "thou shalt not kill" and the subsequent killing of the people after Moses descends from Har Sinai. I tried to explain that there is a textual distinction between the word used in the 10 statements (tirtzach) and the word used when the idolaters were killed (Shemot 32:26) hirgu. I pointed out that judicial killing, sanctioned by the state or a legal system is different from murder. The Torah is pretty consistent about this distinction (I have found one exception, but even that could be called "justifiable homicide").

H-r-g then, is a form of killing which has an excuse, a reason, a defense. It is allowed in a sense. It is not murder and wouldn't be proscuated or viewed as such.

I started thinking about Purim. I do that sometimes. In it, there is an interesting progression. In chapter 3, Haman, angry that Mordechai refuses to bow to him, wishes to do something. He doesn't lay hands on Mordechai (verse 6) but decides to destroy (sh-m-d) all Jews. This is not sanctioned - he has no cause or support. So he goes to the king and sells his story, that the Jews present a threat (verse 8) and asks to remove them (a-b-d) but he does not ask to destroy them (sh-m-d). He now has permission (verse 11) so his wording is different. The official word is sent out (verse 12), explained in verse 13 letting everyone destroy "l'hashmeed", but ALSO "laharog ul'abed". The first verb (the sh-m-d word) stands on its own based on the cantilations. The next two words start a new thought -- that there is sanction to kill and remove all the Jews. Wouldn't the first word suffice? No -- though the peple might want to destroy, anyway, they are being reassured by the next 2 verbs that their actions are politically supported. Everyone wants to destroy us but (like Haman with Mordechai initially) they hold back. Haman says "you're free to destroy because now you can couch it in governemental permission!"

Why did the Jews then mourn and fast? Not because there was an existential threat. Jews are used to existential threats. But because this threat would be "legal." Haman doesn't r-tz-ch Mordechai or the Jews, but finds a way to h-r-g, justifiably and within a judicial system, kill the Jews. When Mordechai tells Hatach (verse 7) he explains that the goal is "l'abdam" (to remove a-b-d) so he understands that this would be approved of by the law. He gives Hatach a copy of the letter to be given to Esther but stresses that the document is really and truly about destruction (not legally justified) so she would feel like she has room to ask for its annulment. He does not want her to be resigned to accepting the Jews' fate because the document seems perfectly legal. Instead he wants her to acknowledge that the proclamation is inherently illegal, and just a cover for a genocide so she should say something.

Esther is reluctant to go because there is a law forbidding her approach. She is pointing out that there is one legal code for everyone. If the document is a legal pronouncement, then it follows the law as well. Mordechai's appeal about the document's true nature (as a sh-m-d and not really an a-b-d) won't hold water. Mordechai says "you have to try" and says that if she doesn't, then she and her family will be removed -- not that she and her family will be killed or destroyed, but legally removed (a-b-d, verse 14). Does death hiding behind supposed legality make it any better? If she throws her hands up and says that there is nothing for her to do then she is effetively signing a death warrant for her own family and approving of the king and Haman's twisting of law. She and her family will be removed and no one will care because even she admitted it was a protected behavior. He tells her that this is why she has become royalty -- because she can have a say in the application of law as well. She says she will go but cautions saying "ka'asher avad'ti, avad'ti" if I am removed because the law demands it, then I am removed. This echoes something I recall from the story of the 10 martyred sages who were killed by various governments (a tale recounted on Yom Kippur and the 9th of Av). When Rabbi Yishma'el ascends to heaven to find out whether the king's decree was valid as an application of the law, it is confirmed by an angel: the law and verdict are valid even if cruel.

Esther finally confronts the king and Haman in 7:4 and she uses the same set of three verbs. She says that she and her family and nation were sold, and through this selling, the destruction was turned into a governmentally sanction killing. Again, the sh-m-d word is at the end of a phrase, while the next 2 verbs begin a new one. The people were sold so that they could be destroyed, but it has been turned into a sanctioned killing and removal! The king, faced with his own complicity in the event, changes his mind and has Haman killed (yay!). Esther asks the king to rescind the document (verse 5) which Haman wrote in which he allowed for the removal (a-b-d) of the Jews; the document only mentions the legal arguments and justifications, but those are driven by Haman, not the king (which should embolden the king to annul it). The document is couched in legality but misrepresents the royal position on the Jews so it should be rescinded as a perversion of law. The king says he cannot change teh law and the document IS legal. 

But in verse 11, the Jews are given the exact same 3 verbs (after the phrase "to stand up for their own lives" making this, explicitly, a case of self-defense, as approved by the crown). The Jews stand up for themselves. Great. Take a look at chapter 9, verse 5 -- the Jews strike their enemies with the sword, "v'hereg v'avdan" (judicially) killing and removing. No mention is made of sh-m-d as the Jewish motive was simply to exercise a legal right to get rid of the threat. There is no ulterior motive. Verse 6 reiterates this, using only those 2 verbs. Later verses indicate that the people only sought killing represented by "h-r-g" -- not even full removal (see verse 16 for an example).

So what was the threat? That, as stated in verse 24, Haman's goal was the legal removal of the Jews. Existential? Did Haman want to destroy Jews? Feh. So what? Who doesn't? But a legally sanctioned existential threat, against which any resistance would be illegal? That's a problem.

So what do we worry about now? Am I afraid of being murdered? Yeah, I guess. But I am more concerned about state sponsored activities in which my people are vilified and attacks against us and our country are judicially supported. Anti-semitism by the random crazy guy is a problem. But when a government, religious hierarchy or legal system says that attacking me or my nation is acceptable - that I and my people have done something wrong by virtue of existing, then I have cause to worry. That's the story of Purim (and Channukah, and Passover, and Tisha B'Av...) - governments, not people, tried to kill us.  A pogrom is bad enough, but when the perpetrators are the army, so there is no legal recourse to pursue justice, then what is there to do? (recall the whole "the holocaust was legal according to contemporary German law; Hitler took over the government and passed laws" reality) We live in a day and age where, on top of the concerns over a guy with a gun, we have to worry about a government with a rocket. This is why we don't feel safe.


Wednesday, July 21, 2021

A Nerd Post

 

I'm going to take a break from any serious thought to discuss a Marvel movie. No, I'm not here to point out all the flaws and strengths of the Black Widow movie (by the way, for those afflicted, like me, with arachnophobia, no spiders in the actual movie which is a relief). I was thinking this morning about the end of Endgame. If you haven't seen it by now and haven't heard about the ending but still care then I'll warn of spoilers and look at you kinda strange like.

Cap'n Amurica decides to go back in time and return the stones to their original locations. This requires that he holds the stones in a briefcase and that he goes to 5 places to return 6 stones. To move from place to place requires something called "Pym Particles" (which, if it hasn't happened already, should be the name of a candy). He and Tony Stark stole some Pym particles from an army base in the early 1970's -- how much? I'm not sure, but it would have to be a lot. Or maybe, off screen, they knocked on Hank Pym's door and asked for more. I don't know.

So, poof goes Steve, briefcase in tow. Now how did the actual returns work? Sure, if he popped onto the Sanctuary's roof and saw Tilda Swinton, she wouldn't be freaked out at all, but does he show up while Bruce Banner is there (and if so, wouldn't we have seen this on screen when the Sorcerer Supreme GAVE the stones to Banner?) Maybe it was 10 minutes later so Bruce makes his exit and then Steve Shows up.

How does this play out for the other stone in NY at the time? It was in Loki's staff I think. How did he return it? To whom and at what point?

Then he is off to Morag to, um, put the stone back in its magnetic prison from which Peter Quill will steal it (leading to the Guardians of the Galaxy movie)? He would have to put it back in the egg holder and then back within those glowy lines. But is that when and where it was taken? Not sure -- Don Cheadle and Nebula knocked Quill out on his way to the stone. Would he remember that? It could happen.

Then, over to Asgard to reinject Natalie Portman with red gas even though he is holding a stone? That must have been awkward. Did he have to swab the injection site?

A short jump over to Vormir for a (probably) tense conversation with Red Skull. (Red Skull: Heard you crashed your plane.  Cap: Did you like apples? Well, how 'bout these apples? I got the stone!). Did he have to make the arduous climb that Natasha and Clint made to get there or did he materialize at the top of a cliff, skip the soul stone across the water (counting jumps, no doubt) and leave? Did he get an extra soul returned to him because he brought back the merchandise or did he need some sort of receipt? Inquiring minds want to know.

Finally, to NJ where he breaks in to that building, finds the right container (though he wasn't there to see it in the first place) and puts the stone back in after Tony steals it (how soon after? Tony spends 10 minutes getting out with Howard and making small talk, meaning that there were 2 stones there for a while). Does he then knock on Peggy's office door and announce himself. He had been gone for almost 30 years by then. Was she surprised? Did he explain time travel to her? Had she already shacked up with someone? The answer is "no."

Based on the cars driving by the house in the final dance-off scene between Steve and Peggy (it was a tie) he went BACK to her in the 50's which means he had even more Pym particles handy to make that extra jump, or he computed exactly and he used up his last ones to go back, making going into the future impossible unless he hung around for a bunch of years, went into the army base in the early 70's and stole more particles. So he goes back to the 50's, says "Hi Peggy, I know the last we spoke I was crashing a plane into the ice, but here I am, let's dance" and she says "OK Steve, no questions or anything - I have this house on my military salary, so you can just move in but we should buy you some clothes because all you have is that ridiculous white time travel suit on."

Then you can ask all the questions about how he lived his life in anonymity, watching evil flourish and knowing that his younger self was still stuck in the ice. So, yeah. 

Monday, July 5, 2021

A quick writing prompt, and vice versa

 

I am, by most accounts, a high school English teacher. Sure, I have worn other hats during my time, but mostly just because I was losing more and more hair and needed different hats to disguise that sad truth. I am in charge of textbook ordering and distribution (that hat has a feather in it) and I have been an administrator at various levels and done other stuff as well. But the bottom line (and the CBGB) -- the one constant has been that I am a high school English teacher. One aspect of that is that I try to get reluctant students to write more. Practice, practice and location.

There is a well-established way to increase writing. Assign writing. But that isn't so much fun. So another sneaky method is to introduce a writing prompt and ask students NOT to write about it for a few minutes but just think about it, or, if the mood strikes, discuss it briefly with two other people. Then and only then, write about it.

So there I was, 2:45 in the aiy em, letting my mind wander and hoping that that counted as my steps for the day, and a prompt for such a piece of writing popped into my head. It popped quietly as it was 2:45 and the wife and dog were sleeping fastly. [note: I figure that "asleep" is an adjective so the word "fast" must serve as an adverb -- I learned that any word that modifies an adjective is considered an adverb, even if it is otherwise an adjective; of course, that is immaterial as "fast" in this sense is, independently, an adverb. So when I flipped the order of the words, I wanted to avoid anyone's thinking of "fast" as an adjective so I added an -ly. If you wish to sue, contact someone who cares. I do not.] I asked myself the question (and as I was finally on the cusp of sleep, the question was somehow intertwined with my counting hard boiled eggs) "is being a high school English teacher WHO I am, WHAT I am or WHAT I DO." I thought it without all caps for certain words that do not generally have all caps, or even many hats, but I wanted, in writing, to convey the difference between phrasings. More law suits? Thank you very little.

I don't know the exact answer to the question. I wrestled with it (hey, more exercise!) and can find all sorts of arguments for each side. I also don't know if I would want students to discuss my employment, identity in the theoretical or some actual aspect of their own lives, but that's why I have the whole summer to think it through.

But here's something for you all to consider -- is your occupation what you are, who you are or what you do? Don't write about it just yet. Bring it up at the dinner table with your loved ones. Discuss it. Hear out all the opinions and focus on the ones you don't like. Then write about it. I mean, I think that's an interesting topic and worth discussing, but what do I know?

I'm just a high school English teacher.

Thursday, July 1, 2021

Of a pain in the neck

 

OK, here's a rant. Why rant? Because I can. Because I have carved a little, safe space on the interwebs, a place where I can blather on and on and if no one sees it, then, well, fine. If you are not interested in reading about my aches and/or pains, feel free to click here, "help yourself to as much food as you like and safe journey. No hard feelings." (source)

<rant>

My right shoulder hurts. I had my first covid shot in my right shoulder, and it started hurting. My left shoulder already hurt so I was trying to avoid aggravating that so I opted for the other one and this is what it got me. I waited it out and finally, finally decided to go to the shoulder doctor. He checked me out and spoke of things like PT, a steroid shot, pills and an MRI. I chose all four.

Results (long story short and all that) -- MRI showed maybe some bone spurs but no other problem. He prescribed me some pills to help take the edge off the pain. They didn't but it is nice to know that they were supposed to. The shot took 3 days to work, made things much better for 2 weeks and then stopped working. The PT was judged by the physical therapist to be useless because I had no loss of range of motion and no loss of strength. Just ache and pain.

So I went to another doctor of who a specialist in shoulders and nerves. He decided to do an EMG which is a series of painful electric shocks and needles, strategically applied to the parts of me that have an aversion to shocks and needles and already hurt so they don't need any help. The result? Maybe something slight in one particular area but for the most part, I reacted properly to the shocks and needles. Apparently, a normal test result involves cursing like a sailor and wishing death on the doctor's mother. Hooray for normal test results!

Meanwhile, the first doctor, having heard that the PT said that therapy wouldn't be useful suggested I go to a different therapist -- this one is an expert on shoulders. So while doctor #2 prescribed an MRI on my cervical spine, plus some different pills because "hey, you never know", doctor #1 had me go to physical therapist #2. So I scheduled the MRI and went to the therapist. The therapist pushed and pulled and prodded, twisting my various arms in all sorts of directions and finding areas where my muscles hurt when hit with a sledgehammer. She conceded that there is no way to know if the rib and arm muscle pain is what is causing the shoulder ache or if they are the result of my accommodating the pain and changing my posture and gait. Either way, she recommended a series of different exercises in which I lie down with a large rubber band and move my arms to make me big and strong and master of said rubber band. Just like the cavemen did when their shoulders hurt, no doubt.

As this therapist still had no idea what was wrong, and didn't know if therapy was called for or useful, I'm not that jazzed to spend my evenings cuddling with a rubber band and have even less interest in carving time for 2 appointments a week for the next 6 weeks so I can cuddle with that rubber band in full view of the entire of the therapist's office, and paying 20 bucks a shot for the privilege. A treatment regimen works best when it addresses a known ailment. The whole "we don't know what's wrong with you, so take these pills because, you know, whatever" seems so 2019.

Meanwhile, at home, I have tried Tiger Balm which is made with fresh tiger and no bomb. It is refreshing and minty. Next I will try to rub it on my arm.

Today I heard from the insurance company that the cervical MRI was not approved. The reason? There is no proof presented that I went through 6 weeks of physical therapy. So, and this is what sticks in my version of a craw, the insurance company won't approve a diagnostic tool until I have gone through 6 weeks of ineffective treatment for an undiagnosed problem. At $20 a pop.

I'm sure that the insurance company is trying to delay, hoping that the relatively cheaper PT appointments, coupled with time and my memory-span-of-a-goldfish will save them from having to pay for an MRI, but that stinks. And with this tiger balm on my arm, so do I.

</rant>

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Edits:

Got the MRI (thank you Dr. P.) It showed stenosis and some other stuff.

Dr. P put me on steoirds, gabapentin and wants me to start PT specific to the new diagnosis. To this, I am not averse. So far, the pain is reduced but incosistently. I have trouble sleeping (though last night, I was able to sleep on my side!).