Forays into US Culture: Downloadable Books...and Other Dystopias

[Introducing a new writing series: "Forays into US Culture".]

I am a diehard reader of books - the bulky sort that don't glow in the dark and are uncomfortable to read in bed and on public transportation, the sort that offer sensory pleasures: smell, feel, texture, visual design and typographic feastings.
I own a Kindle but, until recently, I have avoided reading books on it. Then, I needed an out-of-print book to complete some research and I experienced the ...pleasure ... of the quick and easy Kindle download. Despite evolving into a skeptical human no longer seduced by "quick" nor "easy" I purchased this Kindle edition. (After I found it was the summary, Cliff Notes edition and not the full edition I returned it - a relatively quick and easy process, too.)
Given the almost magical and instantaneous convenience of downloading, I WISH the experience of reading online editions was...deeper and more satisfying; if only it offered greater physical, psychological, and emotion pleasure. Sure, tablets are slim, easy to carry and store, ergonomically engineered ...they offer the social comfort of de rigeur hip-ness and "correct" social signals ....but they do not offer the je ne said quoi of an old fashion, solid book one picks up, reads, puts back on the library shelf, and maintains an ongoing relationship with, albeit intermittent.
Then again, books in general offer more ...disappointment ...these days.
Take, for example, my last two air trips. While a solid search in the airport bookstore turned up a good book each time I needed one to gloss over the boredom of air travel, the majority of reading matter for sale in airport stores falls into limited genres: self help; get rich/successful/beautiful quick; and 'be afraid, be very afraid'.
Is this a case of sour grapes and I am carping because no airport bookstore would ever carry my book, Long Time Passing: Mothers Speak about War and Terror?
Could be. Perhaps I'm just a mean spirited woman full of envy who'd love to have a shot at experiencing my own form of avarice, power, and narcissism.
Then again, maybe I'm just realistic. For my book shares the personal, painful stories of people, not only but predominantly women and mothers, who suffer in war.  It offers no shortcuts to wealth, instrumental intelligence, or advice about getting ahead or holding on to "your man" or becoming "a financially independent woman." Nor is it the sort of 'be afraid, be very afraid' genre that Americans want to face or even think about: how vulnerable each of us is and how vulnerable our families could be because of the policies practiced in our country by powerful people who've never had to struggle for anything in their lives that a feel good self-help book couldn't 'fix' in a few minutes of scanning.

Below is a photographic selection of print matter for sale at airport bookstores in the US...and the persuasive marketing that accompanies the journey from airport shelf, through your wallet, onto your lap as you chew airline peanuts and pretzels, then, as you prepare to land, into a large plastic garbage bags borne down the aisle by a steward to collect travel debris.

Fewer, Bigger, Bolder  "...faculty members advise mindful growth on the path to enlightened profitability."

Never Be Closing: How to Sell Better Without Screwing Your Clients, Your Colleagues, or Yourself
Everyone knows that the first rule of sales is “always be closing.” But what if the less time you spend trying to close, the more time you can devote to helping people solve problems and seize opportunities? And what if following the new rule of sales, “always be useful,” results in more business?

Foreign Policy journal: "America ...is in Decline...in Crisis..."

Positive Intelligence" is the practice of achieving stress-free peak performance and is scientifically proven to be the greatest predictor of achievement."

Walk Away Wealthy: The Entrepreneur's Exit-Planning Playbook. "The essential guide to selling your business--and walking away with maximum wealth."









Dream Year: Make the Leap from a Job You Hate to a Life You Love
“Some people are content to help fulfill the dreams of their employers. But my guess is you’re not one of them. You were born with a dream of your own. And this year, you’re doing something about it.”

The Mobile Mind Shift : "...the expectation that I can get what I want in my immediate context and moments of need" 










Support and Defend by Tom Clancy;
Mastering the Complex Sale - "How to Compete and Win When the Stakes are High! Set Yourself Apart – Become a Valued Resource."

SUCCESS magazine - cover
"Jimmy Kimmel "The surprising fear that drives the famous funnyman"
"8 Ways to Live a More Joyful Life"
"Secrets of Teams that WIN"
"What does your business card say about you?"
"Positive Leadership: 7 Pages of Best Practices"

Assorted magazine covers: 
Kim Kardashian "Raising My Princess" and "Kim's Fake Marriage EXPOSED!"
"Gwyneth: HOMEWRECKER"
"Mila's Dramatic Delivery"
Cosmo's "Best Sex Ever"


(All photos by Susan Galleymore)

What can I say other than, "Yikes!" 

Check out other entries in the new series, Forays into US Culture
Foray into UC Culture: Rush on Robin
Foray into US Culture: Hillary Clinton, "It Takes a Pillage to Raze a Child..."
Forays into US Culture: Relax in a Hurry
Forays into US Culture: Downloadable Books...and Other Dystopias
Foray into US Culture: Manicured Faux

AMERICA: Y UR PEEPS B SO DUM?

Just discovered Joe Bageant ...here's to appreciating his (sometimes long-winded) perspective ....

AMERICA: Y UR PEEPS B SO DUM? Ignorance and courage in the age of Lady Gaga
By Joe Bageant
December 07, 2010  - Ajijic, Jalisco, Mexico

If you hang out much with thinking people, conversation eventually turns to the serious political and cultural questions of our times. Such as: How can the Americans remain so consistently brain-fucked? Much of the world, including plenty of Americans, asks that question as they watch U.S. culture go down like a thrashing mastodon giving itself up to some Pleistocene tar pit.
One explanation might be the effect of 40 years of deep fried industrial chicken pulp, and 44 ounce Big Gulp soft drinks. Another might be pop culture, which is not culture at all of course, but marketing. Or we could blame it on digital autism: Ever watch commuter monkeys on the subway poking at digital devices, stroking the touch screen for hours on end? That wrinkled Neolithic brows above the squinting red eyes?
But a more reasonable explanation is that, (A) we don't even know we are doing it, and (B) we cling to institutions dedicated to making sure we never find out. ....
Read the rest of this highly amusing article.  
Joe Bageant is dead. Long live Joe Bageant.

Here's Joe's About Joe
Born 1946 in Winchester VA, USA. US Navy Vietnam era veteran.
After stint in Navy became anti-war hippie, ran off to the West Coast ... lived in communes, hippie school buses... started writing about holy men, countercultural figures, rock stars and the American scene in 1971 ... lived in Boulder Colorado until mid 1980s ... 14 years in all ... became a Marxist and a half-assed Buddhist ... Traveled to Central America to write about third World issues...

Foray into US Culture: Manicured Faux

[Introducing a new writing series: "Forays into US Culture".]

Through the window of my temporary home office, a flash of bright orange on a slim branch of a well-trimmed oleander. I peer into the shrub manicured to present the de rigueur Potemkin profile for gated communities in suburban Houston, Texas; its skinny, bare branches prop up a palapa-like toupee of green leaves trimmed and tweaked so that no errant petal- or dry leaf-like shape mars the streetscape. (I suspect the residents who drive by in de rigueur V8, double-cab trucks notice the environment only when something is out of place…then anonymous complaints made to the anonymous HOA result in anonymous emails of disapproval to the resident associated with the eyesore). 

  

Suddenly, another flash of bright orange, this time close enough that I make out a vertical ‘ruff’ that, Japanese fan-like, flicks out from throat to breast then folds back into the neck of a delicate lizard, six inches from tip to tail; spectacular! 

Further revelations of beauty when this lizard traverses the window sill inches from my face. If it is fear that makes this creature’s chest thump as we, two disparate but living creatures, size one another up through the glass, the lizard does not scitter back into its camouflage. I marvel: its gossamer toes and knuckles jut at impossible angles yet cling effortlessly to the metal window frame; its skin, rather than the uniform brown I’d seen from afar, shows flecks in shades of yellow, orange, and gold sprinkled on a background of browns. 

Intrigued, I wonder: how has this delicate critter survived ecocide and urban development?

For, out here, south of Houston and a long way from “home”, San Francisco Bay Area, I am a cranky visitor, out of sorts, disoriented. That lizard, tough little critter, helps me understand I am heartbroken. 

Certainly not unique, this gated community - the norm for upper-income suburban development across the south western US - displays that the subduing of the “natural” environment (this one was bayou wetlands) into manageable monoculture and manicured faux is an art form, albeit banal, executed to the exact price point to ensure, for developers, enviable return on investment and, for residents, the exact signals of willingness to conform yet some leeway to brag, appropriately, that is without the effort of actually bragging, of far-above-average net worth. 

Squares of Bermuda sod grass, manufactured elsewhere, is carpeted into luminescent lawn sprinkled at 3:00am each day throughout the neighborhood. I witnessed the laying of a sod lawn: at 11:00am, in 95-plus degree heat, three Mexican men with shovels and pick axes excavated resident grass and weeds while one white man leaned against a stack of palleted sod and watched. At 4:30pm that same day, in 90 degree heat, the same three Mexican men, now drenched in sweat and dirt, wiggled the last squares of sod into the new lawn (now resembling a once-bald man’s head with newly implanted hair plugs). The same white man leaned against a stack of empty pallets and watched.

Purchased adult palm trees (homeowners have the option of purchasing decades-old oak trees from other parts of Texas – at $100k per oak though, palms proliferate) inserted into accommodating holes are carefully arranged around stucco houses with the architectural flourishes of princess-in-fairytale castles, painted in shades of beige (“ecru”?) and brown (“desert”?) and off-white. Inside, the square footage is so vast that resident’s leg muscles ache from hiking the stairs to upper bedroom number one to media room then down the stairs to kitchen to one of three dining areas then back up the stairs to a Jack ‘n Jill bathroom dividing two junior bedrooms to master bedroom to number two and three bedrooms then downstairs to half bathroom to walk-in closet that stores shoes and accessories and walk-in closet that stores clothing to four-car garage that stores consumables post consumption, and oversize, bulging garbage bins awaiting the garbage truck due in the early hours two days a week. (Then, out of sight, out of mind, garbage goes wherever garbage goes. Why care where it goes as long as it goes?) 

How did this glorious lizard survive the ecocide? I imagine it the lone survivor of the lizard equivalent of the Hunger Games, a once proud member of a lizard community since euthanized to make way for 2.2 members of nuclear families fully dependent upon houses with air conditioning systems that utter airplane-taking-off-like moans throughout the day and night. Despite 4-car garages, Lexus SUVs (white or silver) and monster trucks (uniformly new and shiny, white or black, Ram, Ranger, Super Duty, Silverado, or Escalade) and golf carts (to putter rather than walk around the neighborhood) park, four-deep, in expansive drive ways. 

How will this lizard survive this over-engineered future? How will any of us? 

Those of us with imagination, or from the experience of having known this land before it was 'mani- and pedi'ed' into submission, conjure up images of when this bayou wetland and all its denizens, including lizards and oak trees thrived. At least we still have our imagination - for now.

(Photos: Susan Galleymore, 2014)

Upper income stucco but cookie-cutter-nevertheless houses with
fairytale princess-in-the-castle architectural flourishes.

Palm trees...and sidewalks that end right at individual property lines;
once the 60-foot lot is purchased, the HOA ensures the new home builder is furnished with a completed sidewalk - not that residents actually walk on it.

2.2 members of nuclear families fully dependent
upon air conditioning systems that utter
airplane-taking-off-like moans throughout the day and night.

The effrontery of it!
This expression of wild plant life resisting
manicured faux lasted 3 days. Then the offense
was spotted and eradicated by landscape crews.

Views for sale! Three multimillion dollar homes, with all the accoutrement, will be fitted into this spot. Here, work begins on the first home.

The first bulldozer. The two oaks, center right, will be demolished and
replaced with a leg-achingly large house, air conditioning system, Bermuda grass lawn, asymmetrical flower beds with black bark mulch, and the inevitable palm tree or two.
The environment is dead! Long live the environment.

Garbage day in the 'hood.
"Garbage is picked up by men in a truck
and where garbage goes, I don't give a f...!"

Common area for a gated community?
Besides the public swimming pool, this patch represents
the only area for residents to meet, shoot the breeze,
be, y'know, neighborly. Just as well there are no tendencies
in that direction...the only activity I've seen here are trucks
parked on the faux tile.

[All photos: Susan Galleymore]

Check out other entries in the new series, Forays into US Culture
Foray into UC Culture: Rush on Robin
Foray into US Culture: Hillary Clinton, "It Takes a Pillage to Raze a Child..."
Forays into US Culture: Relax in a Hurry
Forays into US Culture: Downloadable Books...and Other Dystopias
Foray into US Culture: Manicured Faux

Lest We Forget “Never Again”

April 18, 1996, Israel Defense Force shelled a UN compound in Qana, south Lebanon, killing 106 and injuring 116 of the 800 civilians seeking refuge there. Back then, the UN expressed outrage and demanded accountability, stating that its officials had repeatedly given details of the UN facility and its refugee population to Israel. Israel denied this.

July 30, 2006, Israel Air Force attacked a three-story home in Qana where 63 villagers had sheltered in a basement for 18 days. Survivors suggest the house may have been targeted when pilots spotted flickering candlelight. Rubble from one of three bomb strikes blocked the basement door.

What happened after that?

According to accounts related to me in Qana in 2006, family members sought one another by shrieking names while parents felt around in the pitch dark for their children, all the while slipping in blood and scrambling to remove dust from lungs and debris from limbs while the able-bodied scrabbled with bare hands at the blocked exit.

One mother found a toddler she refused to release even after she escaped the ruins. Bleeding, in shock, and sheltering under a tree, she rocked the already dead child until dawn revealed the child to be her neighbor's. Her own child, smothered to death under dust and rubble, was still in the debris - one of 16 children of the 28 confirmed dead; 13 more dead were never found.

The UN expressed outrage and demanded accountability. The US did too, sort of….

My  trip to Qana in 2006 allowed me to understand, first hand, these sites and how these attacks are remembered.

Memorials at the site of the UN attack in Qana include a shiny black pyramid-shape to remember the UN’s UNFIL victims. For the Lebanese dead, an elaborate photo mural, a series of coffin-shapes spread over the plaza and, on the ruined floor of what once an office in the UN compound, a rusty shell casing and a man’s sandal still lay in the bombed structure.
 See more pictures: New holocaust.

A memorial to the dead of the Qana basement is built over the home’s concrete foundation; the youngest victim was 10 months old.   

Memorial to Israel's bombing on a home and killed people who'd
sheltered for 18 days in the basement. Photo: Susan Galleymore

Ibrahim Ahmed’s family’s photo collage honors its dead;
Ibrahim Ahmed is shown right of Zena’s husband, center.

I talked to Zena, whose husband and father were killed, and to Zena’s mother, Maryam, wife to patriarch Ibrahim Ahmed - dead, along with 10 members of the family. Today, these women, like many others who lost heads of household in the attack, eke out a meager living (sometimes supplemented by Hezbollah).

Never again? Or, more of the same?

This year, in July, Israeli forces struck UNRWA schools in Gaza. As of the end of July, the toll of dead and injured had not been fully tallied for this latest event (RT reports, “Officials in Gaza say the shelling killed at least 15 and wounded 90 others”). The overall tally of dead Palestinians in Gaza, so far, is more than 1,300 since July 8 (with Israel targeting 4,100 sites in Gaza’s 139-square-mile area).

According to The Guardian's Harriet Sherwood, reporting from Jerusalem, "United Nations officials described the killing of sleeping children as a disgrace to the world and accused Israel of a serious violation of international law….Ban Ki-moon, the UN secretary general, said the attack was "outrageous and unjustifiable" and demanded "accountability and justice". The UN said its officials had repeatedly given details of the school and its refugee population to Israel."

In the US, Israel’s most staunch ally and weapons’ supplier, the White House called this week’s shelling of the UN facility by the Israeli Defense Forces 'totally unacceptable and totally indefensible'.

Nevertheless, RT reports that US Congress “overwhelmingly approved an emergency measure on Friday [August 1st] to grant $225 million in additional revenue to Israel for the country’s Iron Dome missile defense system.” (The inimitable Sen. John McCain explained, “We are with the Israelis, because if they don’t have the Iron Dome, they can’t defend themselves.”)
And, the Pentagon reportedly approved Israel’s request for additional rounds of ammunition from the US.


It is difficult not to feel deep cynicism and not to express biting sarcasm at these predictable goings on. How dare those inconvenient and pesky Palestinians resist their slaughter? Why do they insist upon clinging to land subjected to Israel’s relentless 19th century-style colonizing project?

And, after several such attacks on UN facilities since the 1996 attack on the UN in Qana, how can UN representatives bear to manufacture yet more outrage and indignation for public consumption at yet another instance of the slow-moving genocide of the Palestinians?

How can "the public" watch …then turn away to busy itself with the banal?

Do the Israelis attack so shamelessly because they are certain that the UN's expressions of bitter outrage (and the US’s carefully phrased-to-be-meaningless condemnations) to the public will be as impotent and as futile as ever? No matter what Israelis do, US support, weapons, and ammunition will keep flowing – after all, how else will Israel defend itself?

If the world remembers Qana - or Cana - as the site where Jesus turned water into wine at a wedding two thousand years ago, why can it not remember Qana’s - and Gaza’s - more recent yet just as dramatic events?

Perhaps it is simply pesky and inconvenient to remember distressing events unless they are drummed into heads via assiduously courted and supported pro-Israel historians, academics, history books, movies, news reports, and propaganda, or unless they are as well funded as the marketing campaigns and museums around the world dedicated to the mantra “Never Again”.