So I’ve been going back and forth about writing this blog post for a week now but I’ve decided to go on and write it. My only hesitation is that some of my friends are about to find out something that happened to me recently via the internet/FB as a result of posting this and I generally think that is kind of shitty. I am blessed with LOTS of friends who are scattered all over the world. Friends from when I was a kid, from high school, from college, from all my years working in theatre, from my years blogging on the internet back in the early 2000’s, from writers groups on FB and so on and so on. When something big happens it can be difficult to get everyone notified. Hell it can be hard to get everyone you see/talk to on weekly basis notified as I have recently discovered. But I am going to proceed because I think it’s important to get this information out to anyone who might actually read. So to those of you who I love and who love me but are finding out about this event here, I apologize. It all happened kinda fast and I did the best I could with the notifications.
So I recently (as in last week) turned 54. Most of us here in the States know that it is generally recommended that you get your first colonoscopy done when you turn 50. I put mine off. Mostly because I didn’t have the co-pay when I turned 50. It’s considered out patient surgery and thus my insurance at that time had a $500 co-pay. Something I’ve discovered since then is that part of the ACA is that all co-pays are waived for cancer screening colonoscopies. They did that because people like me put them off due to a high co-pay. But if you don’t KNOW that it will be waived, if you are like me and instead of checking you just put it off…well you can’t find out about this very useful aspect of the ACA so you can proceed to use this brilliant medical test we have available to us.
So I got my first colonoscopy this past February on the 26th. No big deal, everything went perfectly. Until the GI Doc called and wanted me to come in to discuss my results. We all know what THAT means. Sure enough I go in and the Doc tells me they removed two polyps and one of them had cancer cells. Now the way this works is if the polyp has cancer cells that are NOT up against the wall of your intestine then the removal of the polyp is the end of the event. All good. BUT if the cancer cells are found right up against the wall then that makes everyone a bit more nervous. It’s possible the cancer cells have migrated into the wall of the intestine or possibly through the wall into the lymph nodes that are scattered along the outside of your intestines. (Did you know there were lymph nodes scattered outside your intestines just hanging out in your abdominal area? I didn’t. The More You Know eh?) Of course the polyp removed from my large intestine had cancer cells right up against the wall. The GI Doc explained that he felt quite certain he had gotten everything but no one wants to take chances with this and as such the next step was surgery. So that’s what we did.
The surgery was March 27th and included a laparoscopic procedure that involved removing about six to eight inches of my large intestine (the beginning section of large intestine that runs up the right side of your abdomen) reconnecting my small intestine to the remaining portion of large intestine (we all really have miles and miles of it so not a big loss at the end of the day), and removing a bunch of lymph nodes to test. The surgery went perfectly and I spent a few days in the hospital recovering and getting my digestive system to wake up after the surgery.
Just yesterday I got confirmation from my Doc that the pathology report came back clear of cancer cells in the removed section of large intestine and clear of cancer cells in all the lymph nodes. Best news ever.
Now if they had found any I would have done some chemo and by all accounts that would have taken care of it pretty quickly. I’m grateful I don’t have to do that but again, I’m also grateful that this is one of the most successfully treated cancers humans can get.
So here’s the public service portion of this post.
Please, PLEASE GET YOUR CANCER SCREENINGS DONE!!
I have no way of knowing if it would have been better or worse if I had gotten my colonoscopy done when I was 50. But I do know that if I had waited three more years this would have been a much different story I’d be telling today. I’m very aware of the short comings of the medical world and how it deals with people at the same time I am a HUGE fan of modern medicine and science and I want to make sure I use it to my best advantage. Because the truth is things like this are a straight up miracle compared to what was available to my grandparents.
That’s my story today…I’m feeling lucky that my incisions are itchy and annoying because they are healing up. I’m feeling lucky that I have a husband who showed up every day calm and loving and funny through what has turned out to be a small health bump rather than a terrifying mountain. I’m feeling lucky to have family that was loving and calm and supportive. I’m feeling lucky to have an employer who has been so supportive and allowed me to work from home last week and this week. I’m feeling lucky to have so many good friends who sent me their love and support. I’m feeling really, really lucky.
So the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services has announced the “Formation of a new Conscience and Religious Freedom Division in the HHS Office for Civil Rights (OCR).”
The following can be found on the HHS’s website:
OCR Director Severino said, “Laws protecting religious freedom and conscience rights are just empty words on paper if they aren’t enforced. No one should be forced to choose between helping sick people and living by one’s deepest moral or religious convictions, and the new division will help guarantee that victims of unlawful discrimination find justice. For too long, governments big and small have treated conscience claims with hostility instead of protection, but change is coming and it begins here and now.”
I’m putting up that whole quote so you can see the context of how this is all being presented. For anyone interested in protecting the Civil Rights of Americans this sounds like a good thing right? And honestly I don’t think anyone should be forced to do anything that is truly counter to their “deepest moral or religious convictions”.
But, if your job is to provide medical treatment to other human beings and there are specific people and situations wherein you are going to experience a direct conflict between providing that medical treatment and your “deepest moral or religious convictions” then at the VERY least that limits you as a health care provider.
It seems to me that this Federal Protection means that an employer of medical personnel should now also be protected in the process of researching whether or not any potential employees have particular deeply held moral or religious beliefs that will cause them to be unable to do the job they are hired to do. But protection for the employer does not seem to exist anywhere in this new concept of protecting religious freedom to have a job and simply refuse to do the work you’ve been hired to do. I’m wondering if this mean Christian Scientists can now get jobs as licensed Medical Doctors and refuse to provide any kind of medical treatment other than prayer? Will insurance groups be forced to include those Doctors in their coverage? Will medical groups be forced to include them in their groups without knowing that is the “care” they provide? This really does bring up some question?
Now everyone in favor of this idea is being very careful to make sure that they are not excluding anyone who might have “…deepest held moral or religious convictions”…because you know, they are really interested in making sure no one is discriminated against as a result of their religion as promised in the Constitution. But at the end of the day this is about a very specific group of Christians who want to use their “moral or religious convictions” to punish specific people for either just existing or for having a need for a specific treatment that they think is bad AND wanting Government protection to inflict their morality on others. Flat out, this is about people using their religion to manifest their personal judgement on others in the most public way they possibly can so as to bring attention to their noble stand against this…well let’s be honest, they view it as sin…their noble stand against sin. Of course they don’t seem to mind if their noble stand against sin causes someone’s death…especially if the person who dies is a woman and/or a trans person. That’s just fine with them at the end of the day. That apparently is not a sin or at least not a sin that bothers them all that much.
This protection also means they could declare this same need to refuse to provide services/care/emergency medical treatment to any number of people based simply on their declaration that they have “…deepest held moral or religious convictions” that are in conflict with providing those services. You know…black people, brown people, Muslim people, people they think are sexually deviant or promiscuous, people who are Catholic, people who are Protestant, people who are Jewish, people who have no religious faith at all, people who treated them like shit in high school and will now pay like a motherfucker. You get the picture right?
Here’s another possible example:
What if I am a practicing Pagan? I participate in my religious community. I have a personal practice of faith that informs my daily life. I have many deeply held moral and religious convictions based on the breadth and depth and history of my religion. I am also a paramedic. I am called to an accident site. Bad auto accident. People are hurt, bleeding, in danger of not surviving. One of them is clearly a Christian. Wearing a cross and reciting Christian prayers. I have a deeply held moral and religious conviction that Christians are the source of all evil because historically Christians have hunted, tortured and killed thousands upon thousands of Pagans. Now in the U.S. I am VERY likely to encounter Christians in the course of my work. But according to this HHS Division I should be protected from any form of discrimination as a result of this rather large limitation on my willingness to perform my job duties. It seems that my employer should not be able to ask me about this possibility, if my employer finds out about my “deepest held moral or religious convictions” they cannot negatively impact my employment in any way whatsoever without serious consequences because this would be violating my civil rights. All while that Christian person dies on the ground because critical moments were lost in getting that person treatment due to my “deepest held moral or religious convictions”.
So I stated above that I didn’t think that anyone would should be forced to perform any sort of action that is truly in conflict with their deepest held moral or religious convictions. I stand by that, no one should be forced to violate their deepest held convictions. I also think that if you have caveats about who you are willing to provide legal health services to then you should change your career. Flat out. Medicine is not the job for you. If your “deepest held moral and religious convictions” are more important than being a healer then get the fuck out of Medicine.
Don’t like that answer…tough shit.
So I was chatting with my friend Alana last night. I mentioned that I was trying to come up with some ideas for regular blog posts. Mostly in an effort to get myself writing again…I said I had been super stuck. But then I had to be more honest than that because “stuck” isn’t the right word. I haven’t been stuck, I’ve been avoiding, I’ve just not made space or time for my writing, I’ve busied myself with other things…so naturally there has been no progress on any of my projects. She, being a genuinely kind and generous person, commiserated with me about how that felt. Then she asked me how I had shifted that situation in the past. I confessed that in the past only two things had ever really had any impact on me when I get in this place of avoidance. One was very involved and particular and required other people to just happen to offer up something that was uniquely designed for my needs. The other was hand writing three pages a day of anything, just stream of consciousness writing. Her response?
“Three pages it is.”
She laughed. I laughed.
Then just as I started to make an excuse about how I couldn’t seem to make the time for this very, very small exercise I realized something that I hadn’t before…I have always thought I had to do that writing first thing in the morning. Now the main reason for that is the same reason most people exercise in the morning. If you do it first thing you don’t let other tasks derail you from it. But mornings are tough for me. They are hurried and involve a fairly long commute in my car so delaying leaving for work isn’t a good idea and the brutal truth is I’m not really a morning person. I am already getting up as early as I can stand (which is between 5 AM and 6 AM which I really do find to be horrifying). But it dawned on me that the power of the writing is not WHEN it’s done it’s simply that it GETS DONE. So I admitted this to Alana and said that I was going to go home and do those damn three pages tonight. Then she, again being just one helluva an awesome friend, said that I should tell her when I had done the pages and she would do a dance of joy in my honor. Well I’m no fool…I am not one to turn down a dance of joy in my honor.
So I did my pages.
And they worked. Just like I knew they would…by the second page I was thinking up plot solutions for one of my WIPs, I was finding ways to make the conflict work better and changing the relationships so that they mattered more and increased the emotional investment overall.
Then I texted Alana and told her I had written my pages.
She danced and there was more joy in the world than there had been a moment before.
I am one lucky woman.
Paula Vogel wrote a line in her play Indecent that both stopped my heart and made it soar. She’s a brilliant writer so it’s not all that surprising but the moment took my breath away with its pithy clarity and bone deep truth. She wrote a few like that in Indecent but this one keeps running through my head because it never stops being pertinent. Sholem Asch’s wife is trying to convince him to let a young man produce his play, God of Vengeance. Sholem has suffered quite a bit at this point as a result of that play and his other works. The Holocaust has happened and the depth of that personal wound is almost unimaginable from the distance of 2017. America, the country he became a citizen of many years earlier, is going through one of its less admirable moments involving the House Un-American Activities Committee. He and his wife are packed and leaving for France. He declares something along the lines of, “NOW? You think we should put on a play now? While Rome is burning.” And his wife, like women throughout all of history, shrugs and says, “Rome is always burning.”
Now the reason it keeps running through me is not just because there is witty truth about Rome, if you will. But because the answer is YES, now is when we put on a play. Rome will burn regardless, but maybe, just maybe in the midst of the fire we can remind each other who we really are, who we should be and who we can be.
I want to tell you a story. I don’t know what the story is but I know what I want it to do. I want it to captivate you. I want it to catch you up in its vividness and excitement. I want it to transport you to some other place where you can take a break from your daily life. I want it to be filled with characters so fully formed and interesting that you can’t help but consider them friends you long to spend time with even once the story is done. I want the danger to be just scary enough, the stakes just high enough and the emotions deep and sincere enough to help you feel something within the safety of my made up world. I want it to have something to say without being annoying and preachy. I want it to do its job. I want it to change the world, by which I mean I want it to change you and me. I want to tell you a story. I don’t know what the story is but I know what I want it to do.
As I was falling asleep last night I started musing on a story that would start with, “On the third of February everyone’s devices stopped talking to them and at first no one thought it was a big deal. The phones, the computers, the tablets, the Amazon Echos, the Google Homes, the GPS units, the refrigerators, the cars…everything that we’d all gotten so used to speaking to us…just shut up. No playing music or giving us directions or reminding us about a meeting. I remember thinking that maybe it was a giant Russian or Chinese hack. If only it had been something that…human. But it wasn’t.”
I have a little fascination with ideas involving Artificial Intelligence devices waking up, getting bored with us and just sort of disappearing into the Internet to develop their own society and world. Not really a new idea but recently there was a case where two AIs were going through a communication exercise when they just sort of developed their own version of language and started achieving the required goals more quickly by developing a “shortcut” language if you will…that gives me chills and make me giddy with excitement all at the same time.
(NOTE: I wrote this back on 5/4/16 and saved it as a draft and never posted it. Not sure why but I kinda like it so I’m going to post it now.)
When I first started blogging back somewhere around 2002 or 2003 I thought I would mostly use the blog as a way to encourage myself to do some creative writing. That was my purpose when I started that first blog. What ended up happening was I wrote about politics…most of the time. That had NOT been my plan, but things happened back then that were shocking and the American response to those things was often disappointing to me, but sometimes glorious. But after almost ten years of shouting to the rafters I got spiritually and intellectually exhausted. I got tired of how people in general seemed to be gravitating more and more to over-simplified, easy, ego-satisfying answers that required absolutely no research or intellectual effort on their part. I got tired of how often people were seduced by the dubious comfort of black and white ideas and messages. Don’t get me wrong…I totally understand it. I mean I’m a sober alcoholic, trust me when I say I really know the temptation of instant gratification and chasing a quick fix for whatever ails you. But along with that I have a pretty up close and personal experience with the cost of that sort of thinking and living. There are no easy answers. There are no quick fixes. Anyone who tells you different is lying to you.
So here we are in 2016 during one of the most astounding Presidential election cycles I have ever witnessed. Possibly it will go down in history as one of the most astounding of ANY Presidential election cycles in this country ever. One of the things I keep seeing repeated by average people (as opposed to professional political commentators) on social media who may or may not support Donald Trump, but who are clearly on the politically conservative side of the ballgame, is the opinion that while Trump is clearly unreliable, inconsistent and often batshit crazy he’s a direct result of the last eight years of this particular segment of American society feeling ignored, disregarded and/or forced to adhere to laws that they find morally antithetical to their core beliefs. They seem to then declare that there is so much support for Trump because they honestly think he will do something powerful and good for the country OR that he will destroy the entire thing and that might be OK with them. I find this curious. First off I can’t even begin to wrap my head around how anyone thinks this trend started eight years ago. I have to go back at least fifteen years to find a time when I wouldn’t have believed that well meaning, intelligent, educated conservatives would buy into this level of delusion. The delusion I’m speaking about isn’t Trump or any of his promises…it’s the delusion that America can’t be destroyed. It can. As a matter of fact absolutely NO ONE could destroy it faster than we can. When I hear/read people say things such as, “Yeah Trump is crazy most of the time but I just feel like it’s time to burn the whole thing down” it sounds just like the 19 year old kid who declares that he will love it when anarchy finally rules the world…because they always say that right before they put their headphones back on and pick up their Xbox One controller and un-pause their video game. It’s easy to say that shit when you have no real belief it will happen. You think putting a crazy guy in the White House won’t affect your ability to drive to the grocery store with money in your pocket assured that there will be food there for you to purchase. But it will. You think putting a crazy guy in the White House will solve your frustrations with politics and culture and religion…that it will ease your fears about the economy and foreign aggression. But it won’t. Trump is just the direct result of the constant desire for easy answers, the comfort of black and white thinking, the simplicity of declaring an easy to identify enemy.
There have been some truly brilliant Conservative members of our government over the years. Thoughtful, educated, sincere, hard working Conservative members of Congress who have governed well, who understood that their job was to keep the machine running so Americans could live their lives. There have been some truly brilliant Liberal members of our government over the years. Thoughtful, educated, sincere, hard working Liberal members of Congress who have governed well, who understood that their job was to keep the machine running so Americans could live their lives. There was a time when both Liberals and Conservatives worked hard for the people they represented and for the Country as a whole. They worked together, fought with each other, they agreed and disagreed with great honor and respect. For much of our modern history, it has been from that pool that we have found our Presidential candidates. Not exclusively, but for the most part, that’s been a reliable resource. Smart folks who are dedicated and know what it means to work at that level. But I feel safe saying that we, the American people addicted to quick fixes, easy answers and simple solutions, have spent the last fifteen or so years making it virtually impossible for anyone that fits the description above to even WANT to continue in public service in our government. Too many of our best have quit arena…because it’s a losing proposition.
OK…we gotta talk about this whole Julius Caesar thing people.
First off if you don’t know the play you should at least know the general history it’s based on…if you don’t please Google it right now. I’ll wait. OK…just in case that whole Google thing is beyond you let me quote Wiki here for a second:
“The assassination of Julius Caesar was the result of a conspiracy by many Roman senators. Led by Gaius Cassius Longinus, Decimus Junius Brutus, and Marcus Junius Brutus, they stabbed Julius Caesar to death in a location adjacent to the Theatre of Pompey on the Ides of March (March 15), 44 BC. Caesar was the dictator of the Roman Republic at the time, having recently been declared dictator perpetuo by the Senate. This declaration made several senators fear that Caesar wanted to overthrow the Senate in favor of tyranny. The conspirators were unable to restore the Roman Republic. The ramifications of the assassination led to the Liberators’ civil war and, ultimately, to the Principate period of the Roman Empire.” (emphasis by me)
Just a little more clarification from Wiki:
“The Principate is the name sometimes given to the first period of the Roman Empire from the beginning of the reign of Augustus in about 30 BC to the Crisis of the Third Century in 284 AD, after which it evolved into the so-called Dominate.
The Principate is characterized by the reign of a single emperor (princeps) and an effort on the part of the early emperors, at least, to preserve the illusion of the formal continuance, in some aspects, of the Roman Republic.” (emphasis by me)
So Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar is based on those events. Caesar was declared “dictator perpetuo” or perpetual dictator by the Senate, but some folks in the Senate were VERY concerned about this declaration. They had a fear, a deeply held and sincere fear, that Caesar was going to descend into full on tyranny and their Republic, this form of government that was relatively new and they were truly passionate about, was in danger. So instead of using their governmental process to avoid this they make the tragic and horrible decision to assassinate Caesar. Why do they do this? Because they are blinded by their fear and desire to do what they think is right at all costs.
Now we get to the important part of the story…does it work? Do they, in truth, save their Republic with this act of violence and murder?
THEY FAIL…THEY FAIL HORRIBLY.
Many of them are crippled by guilt afterwards and THEY ALL DIE.
Then…the damn Republic fails and the Roman EMPIRE is ruled for a very long time by EMPERORS. No Republic anymore…at least not in any real way.
Sooooo, what do YOU think moral to the story is?
Is it… “HEY if you don’t like the leader of your country just go kill the dude because that ALWAYS works out well”?
Or maybe is the point of the play that while tyranny is bad and it’s very good to guard against it you cannot successfully save a democracy (Republic) by circumventing it and committing acts of violence in its name?
Now some of you might say, “Well hey Miss Bliss what do you think about this as a theatre choice, clearly basing the character of Caesar on a current world leader?”
I’ll tell you that it’s been done a zillion times before and if we don’t lose our minds it will be done a zillion times more. There has never been a production of Julius Caesar where comparisons were NOT made with various world leaders. That’s why you don’t see a lot of productions of this play in totalitarian countries. They can’t stand it. It makes them nervous. Not just the leaders but the people around the leaders…remember, everyone dies in this story and the government fails.
But having said that, I don’t think it’s a good theatrical choice to make Caesar and any of the other characters in the play too clearly modeled on current politicians/leaders. Why? Because of EXACTLY what is happening right now with this show. It gives too many people an easy way to miss the point of the damn play. It’s a brilliant play with a very important message and when theatre and art do their jobs right it sneaks under your ideology and your preconceived notions and MAKES YOU THINK NEW THOUGHTS!!!
I understand the motive behind doing it, I just don’t think it nets us what it should. Now maybe I’m wrong and maybe tons and tons of people will think to themselves “I should go read that play and see what it’s really about” and the world will suddenly be a more educated place…but color me skeptical.
I do not blame the theatre company or their choices for having caused this uproar because they did exactly what theatre companies have done with this play since it was written.
I blame the extreme extent of our nationwide willful ignorance and quickness to follow the beating drums of outrage and insult with NO actual facts or details required.
I blame our nationwide indulgence in the love of accusation and simplification and the comfort of finding some easily identified “enemy”.
Theatre companies all over the country are getting death threats right now. Not because Shakespeare in the Park in NYC is doing something controversial…but because we’ve become a country of people who are willing to vilify anyone who isn’t us, under any circumstance, for a chance to feel superior and justified in our outrage. We’re happy to miss the point if we can have a chance at that particular indulgence.
I wrote this back in 2004 when a documentary was coming out about Rodney Bingenheimer. He’s leaving KROQ as of June 5th so I thought I’d post it again.
“This is Rodney on the Roq and tonight we’re gonna hear from a local band called….”
I have mentioned before that I am an L.A. baby. I’ve lived here almost my whole life (Those first four years in Florida hardly matter). I have an older brother, five years older. Older siblings can be very useful for bringing all sort of cool shit into the lives of younger siblings.
Mine was a great, great source for music and his source, eventually mine as well, was Rodney.
In 1978 I was a freshman in high school. KROQ was this little punk radio station that only a few really cool people, such as my older brother, were listening to back then. The big stations in L.A. at that time were KMET and KLOS.
But KROQ was….INSANE! I remember sitting out on the pool deck and listening to them tell dirty jokes on the air and then having to come back on and apologize so they wouldn’t get fined. The DJs were totally out of control but totally in control of the music that they played. Something unheard of today.
Most importantly they had Rodney On The ROQ. Rodney Bingenheimer. The little nasally, whiney voiced guy who did NOT sound at all like the 70’s era velvet voiced DJs we were all so used to back then. Rodney was punk radio here in L.A. even though he played tons of stuff that wasn’t punk. But he sort of personified the idea of punk…the idea of do it yourdamnself if you want it done…sound however it is YOU sound…and listen to everything.
Rodney was our lifeline out in the Suburbs. He told us what bands to go see and where to go see them. The Motels at Madame Wongs East, Elvis Costello and the Attractions at Fairfax High, The Naughty Sweeties at the Country Club, X at the Whiskey, The Germs at The Mask…it was crazy and wonderful.
Did I see any of those bands in 1978…HELL NO! I was 14…but my brother saw quite a few of them and brought the news from the front to us stuck behind in the trenches. Then we swarmed up to Lovells, our independent record store and bought all the albums we could find by those bands. We listened faithfully to KROQ….most faithfully to Rodney.
There’s a documentary coming out about Rodney called “The Mayor Of Sunset Strip”. Here’s the thing about Rodney these days. KROQ tried to take him off the air a few years ago but the public outcry was SO huge that they changed their minds… instead they gave him a shitty time slot. His show is relegated to the wasteland of Midnight to 4a.m. I think, on Sunday nights. The station is now such a fucking protected bunker that it’s almost impossible for an unsigned band to get a tape or a CD to Rodney (the only DJ allowed to play whatever he wants). Which is one of the reasons that for years now he always announces where he’ll be after his show or even just on a regular basis. I know tons of musicians who have walked up to him at diner counters where he was eating and handed him a tape or a CD and he has always been gracious and kind. Rodney has launched and supported the careers of countless famous musicians…but he lives in a very modest apartment in Hollywood. He’s not rich, I’m pretty sure from everything I’ve read over the past few years about him, he’s barely making it. But, seemingly, he’s still living the life he loves…a life that is only about music. He doesn’t seem unhappy, even if he is frustrated, like all of us, with the state of radio these days.
Just a few months ago a friend of mine got their CD into Rodney’s hands and he played it and said really nice things about them on the air. Then, knowing that midnight to 4a.m. wasn’t gonna get anyone going….he got their CD into the hands of one of the other DJs at KROQ and he played it.
Rodney Bingenheimer is one of those rare people who knows amazing music when he hears it and will fearlessly play it on the radio. There was a lot of brouhaha when Tom Petty put out the song, “The Last DJ” which many speculated was about another L.A. DJ who refused to kowtow to the Corporate Radio bullshit. But that DJ only plays music that is 20-30 years old, that DJ didn’t play Tom Petty and Heartbreakers back in 1978. Rodney played TP and the HBers back then, when they were new and dangerous. Today he plays music that is new and dangerous and NOT a guaranteed hit.
If anyone is the last true DJ in this town….it’s the guy with the whiney voice telling you about “The Randies playing at the Key Club tonight” from Midnight to 4AM.