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		<title>High School Math in Middle School</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2020 21:11:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In September, my granddaughter Rhiannon (then 13) made an aggressive and courageous mathematical decision. Coming off acing ninth-grade Algebra 1 the previous year, she convinced her middle school to let her double up in math: her eighth grade schedule would include both Algebra 2 and Geometry. Her mother (my daughter Emily) was concerned about the workload; [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img decoding="async" class="wp-image-6665 alignleft" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/alg-1-222x300.jpg" alt="" width="120" height="162" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/alg-1-222x300.jpg 222w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/alg-1.jpg 370w" sizes="(max-width: 120px) 100vw, 120px" />In September, my granddaughter Rhiannon (then 13) made an aggressive and courageous mathematical decision. Coming off acing ninth-grade Algebra 1 the previous year, she convinced her middle school to let her double up in math: her eighth grade schedule would include both Algebra 2 and Geometry.</p>
<p><img decoding="async" class=" wp-image-6666 alignright" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/alg-2-239x300.jpg" alt="" width="120" height="150" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/alg-2-239x300.jpg 239w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/alg-2.jpg 379w" sizes="(max-width: 120px) 100vw, 120px" /><br />
Her mother (my daughter Emily) was concerned about the workload; her father was convinced it was foolhardy. To complicate the decision, scheduling conflicts made it impossible for her to take Geometry in her middle school; it had to be an online course. I volunteered to be her mentor. (Full disclosure: my last Geometry course was 1958-59.)<br />
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<img decoding="async" class=" wp-image-6664 alignleft" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/geom-240x300.jpg" alt="" width="120" height="150" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/geom-240x300.jpg 240w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/geom.jpg 380w" sizes="(max-width: 120px) 100vw, 120px" />It wasn&#8217;t enough that Rhiannon had to take a full course load at school and work with me in the evenings and weekends. When the pandemic hit, all &#8220;critical&#8221; teen interactions were curtailed; she had few recreational outlets. Nevertheless we powered through side-angle-side, SOHCAHTOA (remember that <img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="alignright wp-image-6676" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/sohcahtoa-300x166.png" alt="" width="158" height="87" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/sohcahtoa-300x166.png 300w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/sohcahtoa-768x424.png 768w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/sohcahtoa.png 800w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 158px) 100vw, 158px" />mnemonic?), three-dimensional solids, and inscribed angles. All she needed for full credit and the opportunity to move into senior-year Math Analysis as a freshman was a passing grade in the online course.<br />
<img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="wp-image-6670 alignleft" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/ucal-fb-image-300x158.png" alt="" width="152" height="80" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/ucal-fb-image-300x158.png 300w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/ucal-fb-image-768x403.png 768w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/ucal-fb-image-1024x538.png 1024w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/ucal-fb-image.png 1200w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 152px) 100vw, 152px" /><br />
But then, with just a few weeks to go, she was informed by counselors at her prospective high school that the online course that had been suggested to her by her middle school was not accredited by the U California system. After much gnashing of teeth and a slew of emails, it was agreed by all that Rhiannon could take her middle school teacher&#8217;s final exam in Geometry. An entire year of study would rest on her score on that one test.</p>
<p>She took the test yesterday. I proctored via Facetime. It will be graded by her school next week. I graded it last night. According to my scoring (objects may be closer than they appear), she got 91%!<br />
Here&#8217;s a question from her test. How well do you remember geometry? Place your answer in the comments.<img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-6691" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/Screen-Shot-2020-05-23-at-5.25.48-PM.png" alt="" width="293" height="197" /></p>
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		<title>Walnuts and Squirrels and WHAT? Oh, my!</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Jun 2019 16:10:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I have two walnut trees in my front yard. Every year I engage in a multi-month skirmish with the resident tribe of squirrels. Over the 17 years we have lived here, I have employed several techniques to protect my crop: some legal, some sporting, some questionable. The cumulative scoreboard shows me somewhat ahead (to be [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="size-medium wp-image-6589 alignright" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/Screen-Shot-2019-06-26-at-1.58.03-AM-300x224.png" alt="" width="300" height="224" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/Screen-Shot-2019-06-26-at-1.58.03-AM-300x224.png 300w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/Screen-Shot-2019-06-26-at-1.58.03-AM.png 389w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" />I have two walnut trees in my front yard. Every year I engage in a multi-month skirmish with the resident tribe of squirrels. Over the 17 years we have lived here, I have employed several techniques to protect my crop: some legal, some sporting, some questionable. The cumulative scoreboard shows me somewhat ahead (to be fair, I&#8217;m the one who&#8217;s keeping the tally), but last season <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Western_gray_squirrel"><em>Sciurus griseus</em></a> triumphed over <a href="https://stevecotler.com/"><em>Homo versutus</em></a>, so I built a cage with a trigger that—when coated with peanut butter and nuzzled by a hungry, unsuspecting squirrel—drops a trapdoor and secures the thief.<span id="more-6586"></span><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-6594" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/IMG_3748-300x225.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="225" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/IMG_3748-300x225.jpg 300w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/IMG_3748-768x576.jpg 768w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/IMG_3748-1024x768.jpg 1024w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></p>
<p><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="wp-image-6591 alignright" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/cajun-cookbook-200x300.jpg" alt="" width="94" height="141" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/cajun-cookbook-200x300.jpg 200w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/cajun-cookbook.jpg 333w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 94px) 100vw, 94px" /></p>
<p>What does one do with the fluffy-tailed creature once captured, you might ask. Drive the trap and its contents to some verdant woodland miles away and offer gratis rodent relo services? Nope. California law specifically prohibits catch-and-release anywhere other than where the varmint was first imprisoned. There is, however, no sanction against mercy killing and squirrel gumbo.</p>
<p>It’s June…early in the growing season, so the walnuts are still immature, causing the squadron of gray-tailed munchers (at least two pairs and their rapacious offspring) to resort to petty raiding of my wife’s bird feeder. Their hunger is my ally, so yesterday I set the trap at the base of one of my trees.</p>
<p><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class=" wp-image-6598 alignleft" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/peanutbutter-200x300.jpg" alt="" width="108" height="162" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/peanutbutter-200x300.jpg 200w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/peanutbutter.jpg 334w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 108px) 100vw, 108px" />The next morning the peanut butter was licked clean, but due to what was either the Coriolis Effect or some chafing among ill-machined parts of the cage that were designed with guillotine intent, the trapdoor never fell.</p>
<p>This morning I soaped the moving parts to maximum slipperiness, re-baited with a few scattered cat kibbles and a dollop of peanut butter irresistibility, and reset the trigger. I waited….</p>
<p>I could see the cage from my office window. Nada all day.</p>
<p><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="size-medium wp-image-6599 alignright" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/bunuel-210x300.jpg" alt="" width="210" height="300" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/bunuel-210x300.jpg 210w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/bunuel.jpg 312w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 210px) 100vw, 210px" /></p>
<p>When I went out for my early evening constitutional (brisk walking laps around the high school track while listening to an intelligent and informative podcast about why today&#8217;s judiciary is injudicious), the critter brig was still unoccupied.</p>
<p>At midnight the surreality of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luis_Bu%C3%B1uel">Buñuel</a>’s <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Discreet_Charm_of_the_Bourgeoisie"><em>The Discreet Charm Of The Bourgeoisie</em> </a>came to a close. I placed the DVD into the Netflix envelope and opened the <img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class=" wp-image-6600 alignleft" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/poe-230x300.jpg" alt="" width="132" height="172" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/poe-230x300.jpg 230w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/poe.jpg 345w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 132px) 100vw, 132px" />front door to affix it to our mailbox. To paraphrase <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edgar_Allan_Poe">Edgar Allen Poe</a>’s <a href="https://www.poemuseum.org/the-tell-tale-heart"><em>The Tell-Tale Heart</em></a>, “The film had sharpened my senses—not destroyed—not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute.”</p>
<p>I heard scratching.</p>
<p>Quickly I returned to my bedroom. A focused elation in my mien raised my wife’s eyebrows. The corners of my mouth lifted just a bit as I answered her unasked question,“I’ve caught the little bastard.”</p>
<p>I grabbed my cell phone, flipped on the flashlight, and scurried out into the night. Moments later I returned…abashed.</p>
<p><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class=" wp-image-6605 alignleft" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/Screen-Shot-2019-06-26-at-8.53.22-AM-262x300.png" alt="" width="245" height="281" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/Screen-Shot-2019-06-26-at-8.53.22-AM-262x300.png 262w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/Screen-Shot-2019-06-26-at-8.53.22-AM.png 700w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 245px) 100vw, 245px" />“A little problem,” I mumbled. “I’ve caught a skunk.”</p>
<p>“Call Animal Services,” she implored. “Call the police,” she suggested.</p>
<p>“I’ll handle this myself,” I shot back, my alpha-maleness impugned no small bit. <em>But first,</em> I thought, <em>I better call my older brother for advice.</em> I knew he’d be awake.</p>
<p>“Use a pole. Remove the trapdoor. The skunk’ll figure the rest out. And stay upwind.”</p>
<p>All good advice. It worked. The little stinker slunk off into the darkness.</p>
<p>I’m going to bed.</p>
<p>The squirrels will be hungry tomorrow.</p>
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		<title>Tree of Life</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2018 04:03:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My daughter Abigail wrote this today. *     *     *     *     * I root myself to the ground. I will not give in to fear. Last night my thirteen-year-old attended his first confirmation class, during which they discussed the murders in Pittsburgh. &#8220;There are people who really, really hate Jews, Mom. It [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>My daughter Abigail wrote this today.</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">*     *     *     *     *</p>
<p>I root myself to the ground. I will not give in to fear.</p>
<figure id="attachment_6573" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-6573" style="width: 300px" class="wp-caption alignright"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="wp-image-6573 size-medium" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/pittsburgh_treeoflife_synagogue-300x169.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="169" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/pittsburgh_treeoflife_synagogue-300x169.jpg 300w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/pittsburgh_treeoflife_synagogue.jpg 640w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /><figcaption id="caption-attachment-6573" class="wp-caption-text">Tree of Life Synagogue [UPI Photo]</figcaption></figure>
<p>Last night my thirteen-year-old attended his first confirmation class, during which they discussed the murders in Pittsburgh.</p>
<p>&#8220;There are people who really, really hate Jews, Mom. It pretty much sucks.&#8221; I asked him if he wanted to talk about it more, but he said he needed a break from it.</p>
<p>When I started to discuss it yesterday with my nine-year-olds (unplanned, unfortunately), my daughter about lost her mind. &#8220;Why do people hate Jews so much?&#8221; she sobbed. &#8220;Why do they want to kill us? Are they going to come to OUR temple and try to kill US?&#8221; I had to pull her down from her perch of hysteria. Her twin brother sat silent, and sad.</p>
<p>I root myself to the ground for my children. I cannot allow them to live in fear.</p>
<p>Today, with my daughter in a calmer state, I continued the conversation.<span id="more-6572"></span></p>
<p>&#8220;There is hate in the world. Hate for Jews and hate for Muslims. Hate for people who aren&#8217;t white. Hate for people who are gay. Hate for women who want to be treated fairly. Hate for people trying to find a better life to live in the U.S.&#8221;</p>
<p>It rips me to shreds that I even have to have this kind of a conversation with my children.</p>
<p>I continued. &#8220;If I seem sad right now, it is because I am sad about what happens when all that hate drives people to do such awful things.&#8221;</p>
<p>My son was wounded. &#8220;But I&#8217;m just a kid. Do they hate Jewish KIDS, too?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;It doesn&#8217;t make any sense, does it?&#8221; I said.</p>
<p>My daughter was stricken. &#8220;I don&#8217;t understand. Why would people hate us just because we are Jewish? Mom, that&#8217;s racist! It&#8217;s racist to hate people just because they are Jewish or black or gay or whatever. I mean, let people be people!&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;You are absolutely correct. And it makes me so very sad, but I can&#8217;t let that sadness overpower me or the hate wins. I have to be strong. WE have to be strong. What can we do to fight the hate?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Overpower it with kindness,&#8221; said my nine-year-old son.</p>
<p><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class=" wp-image-6574 alignright" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/aclu_socal_vote_carousel-300x157.png" alt="" width="237" height="124" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/aclu_socal_vote_carousel-300x157.png 300w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/aclu_socal_vote_carousel-768x403.png 768w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/aclu_socal_vote_carousel-1024x537.png 1024w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 237px) 100vw, 237px" /></p>
<p>&#8220;Be proud of being Jewish!&#8221; said my nine-year-old daughter.</p>
<p>I root myself to the ground with my children. We stand tall and proud.</p>
<p>&#8220;Yes, and yes!&#8221; I replied. &#8220;And you know what I am going to do in eight days to help fight hate? I&#8217;m going to vote.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;How does that fight hate?&#8221;</p>
<p><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class=" wp-image-6575 alignleft" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/Screen-Shot-2018-10-30-at-8.56.36-PM-270x300.png" alt="" width="168" height="187" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/Screen-Shot-2018-10-30-at-8.56.36-PM-270x300.png 270w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/Screen-Shot-2018-10-30-at-8.56.36-PM.png 441w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 168px) 100vw, 168px" /></p>
<p>&#8220;I will vote for people who will not tolerate the hate. I will vote for people who will not encourage the growth of hate with careless words. Words are very powerful.&#8221;</p>
<p>My daughter pounded her fist on the table. &#8220;Stand up for Jewish rights! Stand up for all people&#8217;s rights! We have to get everyone we know to fight the hate!&#8221;</p>
<p>We root ourselves to the ground with our village. We will continue to grow strong with our Eitz Chaim, our Tree of Life.</p>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2018 19:40:12 +0000</pubDate>
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<p style="text-align: left;">But here&#8217;s something from someone who does. It&#8217;s an <a href="https://midcenturymodernmag.com/these-magic-kids-1aefbbeb81cd">essay</a> by Michael Tallon, published late last month. It&#8217;s about the Parkland teenagers. Like Mr. Tallon, I&#8217;ve been amazed by these kids. But he has an explanation.</p>
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<p id="32a5" class="graf graf--p graf-after--figure">Today has been a day of awakening for me, and I suppose it has been for many of my age-contemporaries, too. As a fifty-one year old man, I don’t cry much, but, wow, have I been a weepy mess all day today watching these magic kids. And that’s the term that keeps coming back to me: These kids are magic.</p>
<p class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">They somehow don’t seem real. They seem more like fully formed wizards who just popped into existence, as if the shooter who tore through their high school just showed up expecting sheep and found warrior-paladins instead.<span id="more-6548"></span></p>
<p id="cc53" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">But then it makes even less sense, because they aren’t just from Stoneman Douglas in Parkland, Florida. They are kids from everywhere. And they keep demanding that the media recognizes that they are from everywhere. These kids, these magic kids, keep saying to the interviewers, <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.teenvogue.com/story/parkland-survivor-david-hogg-media-not-giving-black-students-voice" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" data-href="https://www.teenvogue.com/story/parkland-survivor-david-hogg-media-not-giving-black-students-voice">GO TALK TO THE OTHER KIDS</a>. GO TALK TO THE BLACK KIDS. GO TALK TO THE POOR KIDS. GO TALK TO THE LATINO KIDS.</p>
<p id="3ce8" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">Then, as happened time and again today, when the cameras finally turn to the black kids and the Latino kids and the poor kids, <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3C_sHxCuyso" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" data-href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3C_sHxCuyso">THEY talk about other kids</a>.</p>
<p id="3629" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">This isn’t a story about Parkland, Florida, and a really smart AP class with great prospects. It’s about a full-on generation shift that caught me, and I’m guessing you, totally by surprise. These magic kids are from EVERYWHERE.</p>
<p id="1399" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">Which begs the question: If they came from everywhere, then how did they happen?</p>
<p id="2be4" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class=" wp-image-6549 alignleft" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/NRA-logo-300x297.jpg" alt="" width="162" height="160" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/NRA-logo-300x297.jpg 300w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/NRA-logo.jpg 464w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 162px) 100vw, 162px" />The NRA and their sad, angry ilk have a readymade explanation: They’re actors. They’re following a script. They’re shills of Big Peace. Whatever. All that is insane, of course, but you can almost understand the confusion. The kids just don’t seem normal. They aren’t what we understand children to be, which of course is to say, “They aren’t like us. They aren’t like we were when we were kids.”</p>
<p id="f840" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">And so we cast about for an easy answer.</p>
<p id="a104" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">But perhaps the answer isn’t easy at all. Perhaps the answer is through a mirror darkly.</p>
<p id="2d3d" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">Millennials (who, believe it or not, are now in their thirties) and these Gen-Z kids have been painted with the most unflattering colors by my Gen-Xers and the Baby Boomers before us. We’re the ones in positions of power in the world and what do we do? We call them all a bunch of crybabies. We give them endless grief for their constant insistence on things like “white privilege” and “non-binary sexuality.”</p>
<p id="e91b" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">We mock them for their safe spaces and their sensitivity to being triggered by language. We tell them they need to toughen up. We tell them that the world is a harsh place, as if we know better than them that brutal truth.</p>
<p id="f359" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">I think the reason we are so surprised by these kids is that we’ve spent so many years telling ourselves that they were “snowflakes” who were going to get blown away by the real world, that we missed the coming storm.</p>
<p id="2d2f" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">God, were we wrong.</p>
<p id="0398" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><span class="markup--quote markup--p-quote is-other" data-creator-ids="anon">The truth is these kids didn’t spontaneously erupt from Florida a month ago. They have been deconstructing the bullshit of our generations for their entire lives, and now they’re ready.</span></p>
<p id="2a3c" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">Not for nothing, these are the kids that were born, literally, in the months after September 11, 2001. They came into a world at war. They grew up in the shadow of ever-threatening “Red Alert Levels” and endless “Active Shooter Drills” and the ubiquity of “Rekt” videos on 4Chan. They did not know one day of school before Columbine. They did not know one day of life without the threat of terrorism. They have not known one day of their nation in peace. Like it or not, they have lived every day of their lives, twenty-four-seven, on the battlefield.</p>
<p id="c955" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">We give them endless grief for playing video games. We tell them they should be outside, at school — but for so many of them, the schools and their streets are “soft targets.”</p>
<p id="3a61" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">God, I’d stay in and play games where the bullets weren’t real, too.</p>
<p class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">These kids grew up with the native ability to parse the OBVIOUS racism of Trayvon Martin’s murder, of Tamir Rice murder, of Philando Castile’s murder, of African</p>
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<p id="2861" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">American teenagers in McKinney, Texas getting the shit kicked out of them by police for being in a “white” neighborhood for a pool party. Just two days ago, they watched Stephon Clark get put down by over-amped, trigger-happy police while he was in his grandmother’s backyard. They can see with their own two eyes that our society is grossly unjust — and so when the camera focuses on David Hogg, we shouldn’t be surprised that this smart-dressed white boy says, TALK TO THE CHILDREN OF COLOR, as he did just yesterday in an interview with Axios. We shouldn’t be surprised when he says “<a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.realclearpolitics.com/video/2018/03/23/david_hogg_our_parents_dont_know_how_to_use_a_fcking_democracy_so_we_have_to.html" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" data-href="https://www.realclearpolitics.com/video/2018/03/23/david_hogg_our_parents_dont_know_how_to_use_a_fcking_democracy_so_we_have_to.html">Our parents don’t know how to use a fucking democracy, so we have to</a>.”</p>
<p id="2ca1" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">They’ve seen how badly we’ve screwed up a free society for their entire lives and they are, in their own beautiful way, “<a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5gbVkQ5C8tQ" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" data-href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5gbVkQ5C8tQ">calling bullshit</a>.”</p>
<p id="201c" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">The kids didn’t magically arise in a fortnight; their whole lives have been calling bullshit.</p>
<p id="1cb9" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">They are digital natives with an ability to see the whole grand world. As such, they note that we’re the only economically advanced nation in the world where 30,000 people die from gun violence every year. They aren’t cloistered in their own communities playing kickball, so they know that those deaths are skewed all to hell in the obviously racist, classist ways that are evidenced in the above mentioned state-sponsored crimes of racial bias. They know that Trayvon, Tamir, Philando and all the others aren’t aberrations in the data set.</p>
<p id="969e" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">These kids might just be learning to shave, but Occam’s razor is intuitive. You need to train yourself into NOT believing obvious truths. Maybe Gen-Xers and Boomers have learned to bend themselves into a knot over that, but these kids? Not a chance. Of course they call bullshit on that.</p>
<p id="64d6" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">When the “adult” generations sit on our hands and say we can’t just get rid of AR-15s because of the NRA and their power, of course they call bullshit on that.</p>
<p id="591e" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">When politicians who are blatantly sucking money from horrible people who manifestly make their world worse, of course they call bullshit on that.</p>
<p id="22d2" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">We adults — and FINALLY with some level of self-consciousness in these matters, I’m speaking as a middle-aged, white, privileged, man — have been so busy lampooning their beliefs, that we missed the point where they just went ahead and actually included everyone into their generational tribe — regardless of their race, gender-identity, sexuality, religion, or class. We’re still arguing about gay wedding cakes and we’re still OBVIOUSLY treating kids of color worse than white kids. Of course they call bullshit on that.</p>
<p id="8d1a" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">What we missed, and why we’re so surprised that they have “magically” appeared, is that these kids threw our bullshit overboard years ago. They don’t need our rigidity. They don’t ever again need to hear someone say, “Hey, everyone is a little bit racist.” They have no time for our “God-hates-the-gays bigotry.” They have no place for our transphobia.</p>
<p id="e0e6" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">Grow up on a battlefield and you lose your illusions. They’re well over our befuddling myths of the way the world must be.</p>
<p id="50cf" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">Moreover, they know they’ve got a fight ahead of them.</p>
<p id="3014" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">They are looking square into a future denuded of the possibilities we older folks took for granted. They can see, quite clearly, that like plagues of locust, our grown-up generations have stripped the nation’s resources, beshitted the global environment like we had a spare planet tucked in the garage under a tarp, presided over the destruction of our own middle class, and for a kicker, welcomed a parade of nationalist buffoons with fascist tendencies back into power.</p>
<p id="aa56" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">These kids can see the tribalism and they know that soon they’ll be ascendant.</p>
<p id="2c0d" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">Their tribe is different than mine or yours. For now, they’re young, but for all the rest of their time on this planet, they will be multiracial, non-binary, non-dogmatic, digitally native, omnivorously curious, and significantly bigger than either the surviving Boomers or the aging Gen-Xers.</p>
<p id="9a95" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">These kids didn’t spring suddenly from nowhere. They’ve been watching us and learning from our nearly countless, self-imposed mistakes. They’ve seen us run in pointless ruts, like cattle through an abattoir, and they’ve decided that’s not for them, and so they called bullshit.</p>
<p id="89a2" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">They’re calling bullshit and they’re not making any safe space with their language for us if you consider this withering fusilade of truth from Mr. Hogg.</p>
<p id="1e7c" class="graf graf--p graf--startsWithDoubleQuote graf-after--p">“<a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/americas/florida-shooting-david-hogg-nra-latest-updates-we-will-outlive-you-survivor-student-crisis-actor-a8227501.html" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" data-href="https://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/americas/florida-shooting-david-hogg-nra-latest-updates-we-will-outlive-you-survivor-student-crisis-actor-a8227501.html">It is truly saddening to see how many of you have lost faith in America because we certainly haven’t and we are never going to. You might as well stop now because we are going to outlive you</a>.”</p>
<p id="688a" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">Yes, thank God, you will. But for as long as I can, I’ll follow you into the future. I just hope I can keep up. I have so much to learn.</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[(I posted this in 2016. In the hideous aftermath of the Las Vegas shooting, it demands reposting today.) The following article, reposted in its entirety from the Sydney Morning Herald (June 16, 2016), was written by Aubrey Perry, a Melbourne-based writer and artist who is originally from the United States.  Her words are heartfelt. I could [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em><strong>(I posted this in 2016. In the hideous aftermath of the Las Vegas shooting, it demands reposting today.)</strong></em></p>
<p><strong>The following <a href="http://www.smh.com.au/comment/thank-you-australia-20160615-gpjn0r" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">article</a>, reposted in its entirety from the <em>Sydney Morning Herald (June 16, 2016),</em> was written by Aubrey Perry, a Melbourne-based writer and artist who is originally from the United States. </strong></p>
<p><strong>Her words are heartfelt. I could not say it better&#8230;</strong></p>
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<p>Thank you, Australia. Thank you for making me feel safe when I walk out my front door.</p>
<p>Thank you for not making me wonder if some enraged lunatic is going to shoot up the post office while I wait in line to mail a package back home to the States.</p>
<p>Thank you for not making me worry that my daughter will be slaughtered in a bloody shooting-spree at school, or that my husband might be shot in a restaurant while he has lunch, or that my gay and lesbian friends will be mowed down by a madman with a machine gun at a nightclub.</p>
<figure id="attachment_6384" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-6384" style="width: 479px" class="wp-caption alignright"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class=" wp-image-6384" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/aussie-guns-300x168.jpg" alt="About 700,000 guns were handed in to Australia's buyback nearly 20 years ago. Photo: Dean Sewell " width="479" height="268" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/aussie-guns-300x168.jpg 300w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/aussie-guns.jpg 620w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 479px) 100vw, 479px" /><figcaption id="caption-attachment-6384" class="wp-caption-text">About 700,000 guns were handed in to Australia&#8217;s buyback nearly 20 years ago. Photo: Dean Sewell</figcaption></figure>
<p>Thank you for honouring and protecting the good of the whole and not the selfishness of <span id="more-6383"></span>the individual.</p>
<p>Thank you, Australia, for recognising that guns are not toys. That they shouldn&#8217;t be used for entertainment purposes and that they don&#8217;t imbue a person with power, nor do they command respect.</p>
<p>Thank you for not celebrating them as extensions of masculinity.</p>
<p>Thank you for not living in a false reality, on an imagined frontier, where everyday people think they&#8217;re super-hero cowboys and that God guaranteed them a gun.</p>
<p>Thank you, Australia, for changing a law when the law wasn&#8217;t protecting the people it was meant to serve.</p>
<p>Thank you for putting the protection of your people above the protection of a doctrine.</p>
<p>Thank you for not being fossilised by your constitution.</p>
<p>Thank you, Australia, for not accepting the excuses for owning a gun.</p>
<p>Thank you for understanding that wanting to have a gun to play with at the shooting range on the weekend is a selfish indulgence, not an inalienable right.</p>
<p>Thank you for caring about your fellow man more than your gun.</p>
<p>Thank you for being intelligent enough to know that more guns don&#8217;t make people safer.</p>
<p>Thank you for not capitalising on your citizens&#8217; fear while you arm their enemies and make $36.2 billion selling weapons to other countries.</p>
<p>Thank you, Australia, for doing the job my country can&#8217;t: making its people safe.</p>
<p>I realise that there are still occurrences of gun violence in Australia, but nothing like there is in America.</p>
<p>When we first moved to Australia, my husband and I lived in Fitzroy for three years. Friends questioned our safety there. We usually laughed in response.</p>
<p>In a gun culture, there never really is peace. There is a constant, heightened state of alert. In crowded places, the shopping centre, the cinema, school campuses, sporting events, in places where we should feel safe, there is the nagging fear of gun violence always present.</p>
<p>You don&#8217;t realise the weight of the fear of living in a gunned-up society until you don&#8217;t live there anymore.</p>
<p>Living here, I am less afraid, less suspicious of my fellow man as well. When everyone has a gun, anyone can be the one who&#8217;s going to shoot you.</p>
<p>America&#8217;s gun laws foster an unhealthy suspicion of its citizens and turn people against each other. An &#8220;I&#8217;ll shoot you first&#8221; mentality is not one of camaraderie and unity.</p>
<p>But, fed by fear, it&#8217;s the false sense of power and control that a gun provides that does the most damage to a society.</p>
<p>Instead of being frightened of the next random act of terrorism, people are afraid of each other.</p>
<p>So what do they do to control that fear? They buy a gun to defend themselves. Yet not one of the 62 mass shootings in the United States over the last 30 years has been stopped by an armed civilian.</p>
<p>So I watch all of this from a safe distance, in a safe country, and I feel almost guilty for my gratitude. I&#8217;m an American. I&#8217;m proud of my country for so many things, but for this, for these countless acts of preventable violence, I am terribly, terribly ashamed.</p>
<p>When the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sandy_Hook_Elementary_School_shooting" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Sandy Hook Elementary school shooting</a> happened, I watched from my sunny living room while my almost one-year-old daughter crawled around the Christmas tree. It was summer here, Australia at its best. A warm breeze, sun glinting off the pool in the backyard.</p>
<p>But on the television screen was the worst horror I could ever imagine. So many dead children. So many unopened packages beneath so many trees. So many cold little beds. So many birthday parties that would never come, graduations, weddings, families that would never be and so many families that would never be the same. My body ached for them as though those children and those families were my own.</p>
<p>I could never imagine something so horrible happening to my child, a man-made bullet tearing through her tiny body, stealing her future from her and that love from my life. I sat there and watched the parents scream. I watched the tears. I watched the friends and family try to console. I was angry. I was sad.</p>
<p>And when I picked up my daughter and squeezed her and held her to me and kissed her baby-fat cheeks, I was grateful. I was grateful to live here in a country that does more than say gun violence should be stopped. It&#8217;s done something about it. Thank you, Australia.</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[You pays your money and you takes your chances, but the House always has an edge. Did you ever wonder how big that edge is? Among the simplest edges to compute is Las Vegas roulette.  If your chips are on one of the numbers from 1 to 36, and you win, you get paid 35-1. [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="size-medium wp-image-6397 alignright" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/casino-roulette-wheel-300x168.jpg" alt="casino-roulette-wheel" width="300" height="168" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/casino-roulette-wheel-300x168.jpg 300w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/casino-roulette-wheel.jpg 400w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" />You pays your money and you takes your chances, but the House always has an edge.</p>
<p>Did you ever wonder how big that edge is?</p>
<p>Among the simplest edges to compute is Las Vegas roulette.  If your chips are on one of the numbers from 1 to 36, and you win, you get paid 35-1. That means that if you put $1 on each of those 36 numbers, when the ball drops onto one of those numbers, you&#8217;ll get your winning bet back plus $35; you&#8217;ll break even. Those are fair odds.  But the House, as I said, always has an edge. Las Vegas wheels include two other numbers that also pay 35-1: 0 and 00. So to be sure you&#8217;ll win, you&#8217;d have to place 38 one-dollar bets, thus giving the House a $2 profit on every $38 you bet (a 5.26% margin).<span id="more-6396"></span></p>
<p><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class=" wp-image-6399 alignleft" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/world-series-300x286.jpg" alt="world-series" width="97" height="93" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/world-series-300x286.jpg 300w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/world-series-768x731.jpg 768w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/world-series.jpg 1024w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 97px) 100vw, 97px" />It’s World Series time, typically a big gambling focus. I’m one game late—the Toronto Blue Jays already walloped the Texas Rangers last night in the first game of their American League Division Series—so I’m going to pretend that didn’t happen and use the odds that were in place prior to last night.</p>
<p>As of yesterday, the Vegas odds (<a href="http://www.sportsline.com/mlb/odds/">Sportsline</a>) were:</p>
<p style="padding-left: 150px;">Chicago Cubs                      9/5<br />
Boston Red Sox                  9/2<br />
Texas Rangers                    5/1<br />
Los Angeles Dodgers           7/1<br />
Toronto Blue Jays               8/1<br />
Washington Nationals          8/1<br />
Cleveland Indians              12/1<br />
San Francisco Giants          12/1</p>
<p>What do these odds mean? How big is the oddsmaker’s edge? Here&#8217;s the math. (Stay with me. No glazed eyes! It&#8217;s really easy.)</p>
<p>First, what does the 9/5 for Chicago mean? Simple. For every $5 you bet, you get $9 back…plus your original $5. If you bet $100, and Chicago wins the Series, your $100 comes back with an additional $180. You started with $100; now you have $280. Simple.</p>
<p><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class=" wp-image-6401 alignleft" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/Screen-Shot-2016-10-07-at-2.59.20-PM.png" alt="screen-shot-2016-10-07-at-2-59-20-pm" width="62" height="65" /><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class=" wp-image-6404 alignright" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/Screen-Shot-2016-10-07-at-2.59.42-PM.png" alt="screen-shot-2016-10-07-at-2-59-42-pm" width="48" height="70" />Assume you bet on all eight teams to win the World Series. One of them will definitely triumph, so you&#8217;re sure of a payout. You bet $35.71 (I&#8217;ll explain where that strange number comes from below) on the Cubbies. At 9/5 odds, if Chicago wins, you receive $64.29 plus the return of your bet, totaling $100. On Boston, you bet $18.18. A<img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class=" wp-image-6402 alignright" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/Screen-Shot-2016-10-07-at-2.59.33-PM.png" alt="screen-shot-2016-10-07-at-2-59-33-pm" width="69" height="85" />t 9/2, if the Red Sox win, you&#8217;ll get $81.82…again totaling $100. And so on down the list <img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class=" wp-image-6403 alignleft" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/Screen-Shot-2016-10-07-at-2.59.57-PM.png" alt="screen-shot-2016-10-07-at-2-59-57-pm" width="90" height="55" />until you get to the Giants and the Indians. At 12/1, you you need bet only $7.69 to win $92.31. If you bet all eight teams this way, no matter who wins, you&#8217;ll end up with $100.</p>
<p>But what did it cost you?</p>
<p>You made eight bets: $35.71, $18.18, $16.67, $12.50, $11.11, $11.11, $7.69, and $7.69. Your total outlay was $120.67…and even though you win, you get just $100.00. The House keeps $20.67, for a profit margin of 17.1%. It&#8217;s a nice business.</p>
<p>I’m a Giants fan. But instead of placing a bet, I&#8217;m sending 17.1% of what I would have wagered to charity.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>*     *     *     *     *</strong></p>
<p>Here&#8217;s how the $35.71 bet on the Cubs is computed:</p>
<p>Let B be your bet and L be the line (the odds). If your team wins, you&#8217;re going to get your bet returned PLUS your winnings, so B + L*B = $100. The Cubs’ odds are 9/5 or 1.8</p>
<p>B + 1.8*B = $100<br />
2.8*B = $100<br />
B = $100/2.8<br />
B = $35.71</p>
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		<title>HR 158: A Betrayal of Iranian Americans</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Jan 2016 23:26:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The following op ed, written by Kamran Azmoudeh, a local dentist, was printed in my daily paper, the Santa Rosa Press-Democrat, on January 8, 2016. It&#8217;s worth reading&#8230;and re-posting. *     *     *     *     * The war on terror and ISIS in particular has hit home in Santa Rosa. Its effects have [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class=" wp-image-6357 alignright" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/img_photo_asmoudeh_190w.jpg" alt="img_photo_asmoudeh_190w" width="103" height="135" /></em>The following <a href="http://www.pressdemocrat.com/opinion/5036811-181/close-to-home-feeling-betrayed?artslide=0" target="_blank" rel="noopener">op ed</a>, written by <a href="http://azmoudehdental.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Kamran Azmoudeh</a>, a local dentist, was printed in my daily paper, the <em>Santa Rosa Press-Democrat</em>, on January 8, 2016. It&#8217;s worth reading&#8230;and re-posting.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">*     *     *     *     *</p>
<p style="text-align: left; padding-left: 30px;"><em>The war on terror and ISIS in particular has hit home in Santa Rosa. Its effects have shaken me and over a million Iranian Americans (and certainly other Muslim Americans) to the core. Not unlike Kristallnacht or the internment of Japanese Americans in 1942, those perceived as Muslim immigrants are becoming victims in this ill-fought war. The events that lead to Kristallnacht started with the same type of hateful ideology, except sadly this is happening today in the United States.</em></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>I have lived in this country for 38 years and managed to gain an education which has afforded me a good life. I have been married 24 years to my loving wife who happens to be a Catholic American of European heritage and have two beautiful American children and two American grandchildren. I have been a productive American citizen for decades and proudly hold an American passport, which enables me to travel freely with all the privileges afforded to Americans.</em><span id="more-6351"></span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>Unfortunately, due to the tragic terrorist attack in San Bernardino and hateful rhetoric of the likes of Donald Trump, the House of Representatives passed <a href="https://www.congress.gov/bill/114th-congress/house-bill/158" target="_blank" rel="noopener">HR 158</a>, which was also approved by the U.S. Senate and signed into law by President Barack Obama in mid-December as part of the $1.1 trillion funding bill. This law in essence robs me of my rights as a citizen based on my ethnicity.</em></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>I am heartbroken.</em></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>If this law stands, ISIS will have won a historic victory. Alienation of people like me in no way will improve our national security or make our country a better place for all its citizens. The question is, do we want an America where citizens are segregated based on their religion or national origins? Or do we commit to respecting the U.S. Constitution and the Bill Of Rights?</em></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>HR 158 alters the Visa Waiver Program, which enables citizens to travel within 38 countries including the U.S., Europe, Japan and South Korea without a visa. The bill requires that any dual citizen from Iran, Iraq, Syria or Sudan, or anyone who has traveled to these counties in the past five years, to be excluded from the Visa Waiver Program. So if my French (citizen) brother or relatives from a number of EU countries were to come to the United States, as many do routinely, they are no longer treated as European nationals and need to apply for a visa.</em></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>As these treaties are reciprocal, there will be restrictions imposed on Americans like me. In other words, I now need to apply for a visa to travel, where my wife and children will be traveling free of restrictions. I will be ushered through a different gate as a second-class citizen of the United Sates. I submit to you that if all Americans were subjected to this restriction on free travel, there would be an uproar.</em></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>I have lived my life as an exemplary citizen and a fully assimilated member of the society. I never in the past called myself an Iranian-American; just an American. I resent that I have been reminded that I am an Iranian-American. I feel as though my government is dissimilating me now. That I am on the fringe and dispensable.</em></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>What is more tragic to me on a personal level is the feeling of betrayal by my own government, demoting me to second-class status based on my country of origin and assumed religious persuasion. The assumption that I, or millions like me, are potential sleeper ISIS or al-Qaida members waiting for the right moment to strike is ludicrous. The fact that I have lived 38 of my 59 years in this country seems meaningless.</em></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>The America I came to in 1977 was a confident and courageous country, a beacon of hope, a welcoming and generous place, where the rich tradition of immigration and assimilation had given rise to a unique place in the world. I fear the America we are embarking on is teetering on the edge of xenophobic-inspired fascism. Although there has never been an Iranian implicated in any acts of terror in this country and the majority of 9/11 — as well as the San Bernardino — terrorists were not from any of the counties this bill singles out. Fearmongers have unjustly targeted people like me as scapegoats and succeeded.</em></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>It is noteworthy to ask why Saudi Arabia, the other Arabian Peninsula countries and Pakistan, which have been the main exporters of terrorists, are not mentioned in this bill. It’s worth a look back in history to places like Germany where hateful rhetoric little by little led to Kristallnacht; or to the internment of Japanese Americans in 1942; Bosnia, where religious divisions fanned by misled nationalists led to a bloody civil war. Do we want a country where its citizens are segregated based on their national origins and religion? Or do we aspire to respect our Constitution and the Bill of Rights and remain a beacon of hope and freedom? Although this bill, may not stand the test of a Constitutional review, the damage is done. This short-sighted action by our misguided politicians will do nothing to secure our borders or to make our country any safer. Instead it will help radicalize disenfranchised citizens and aid ISIS.</em></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>This is precisely what the thugs of ISIS want — an America scared of its own people. A people scared of each other.</em></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>Tell me, Mr. President, what do I need to do to prove that I am an American?</em></p>
<p>His is an excellent question. It set me researching HR 158. I found support for his complaint in <a href="http://thehill.com/blogs/congress-blog/foreign-policy/263661-visa-waiver-program-improvement-act-short-on-prevention" target="_blank" rel="noopener">an article</a> from <em><a href="http://thehill.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">The Hill</a>,</em> which bills itself as &#8220;a top US political website, read by the White House and more lawmakers than any other site &#8212; vital for policy, politics and election campaigns.&#8221;</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>What <img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class=" wp-image-6366 alignleft" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/the-hill-300x51.jpg" alt="the-hill" width="247" height="42" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/the-hill-300x51.jpg 300w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/the-hill.jpg 560w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 247px) 100vw, 247px" />is remarkable to many Iranian Americans is that that there is absolutely no evidence to suggest that any individuals who travel to Iran have become radicalized or committed acts of terror. On the contrary, most take with them a deep appreciation of American values and beliefs.  Moreover, the Islamic State is a sworn enemy of Iranians, making the bill doubly egregious in discriminating against the one American ethnic minority group that is even more removed from the terrorists than others. To place a group of American dual citizens into a de facto suspicious category while leaving out other dual citizens of the many countries that ISIS operates in is ineffective policy at best and highly discriminatory at worst.</em></p>
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<p>The US hosts the largest expatriate community of Iranians in the world. Dr. Azmoudeh, one of that community, speaks with the voice of a real American.</p>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Steve Cotler]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2015 20:18:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s a paradoxical question. My oldest child, a clever and passionate woman, answered it this way: I&#8217;d want to find out how Joan of Arc knew what she did. Because if anyone looks like a time traveler in history, she does. I&#8217;d love to see the Beatles in 1963, the Grateful Dead in 1968, and Star [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class=" wp-image-6336 alignright" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/Joan_of_Arc_on_horseback-236x300.png" alt="Joan_of_Arc_on_horseback" width="155" height="197" />It&#8217;s a paradoxical question. My oldest child, a clever and passionate woman, answered it this way:</p>
<p class="p1"><em>I&#8217;d want to find out how Joan of Arc knew what she did. Because if anyone looks like a time traveler in history, she does.</em></p>
<p class="p1"><em><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class=" wp-image-6337 alignleft" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/starwars.jpeg" alt="starwars" width="201" height="134" />I&#8217;d love to see the Beatles in 1963, the Grateful Dead in 1968, and Star Wars in 1977 (again). </em></p>
<p class="p1"><em>I&#8217;d want to hear Elizabeth&#8217;s rally to her troops just before the sinking of the Spanish Armada. </em></p>
<p class="p1"><em><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class=" wp-image-6338 alignright" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/cat.jpeg" alt="cat" width="176" height="176" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/cat.jpeg 225w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/cat-150x150.jpeg 150w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 176px) 100vw, 176px" />I think it would be fascinating to eavesdrop on Einstein explaining Schrödinger&#8217;s Cat after the academic elite missed the point.</em></p>
<p class="p1"><em>But those are all selfish reasons to use a time machine. If I were to be a hero about it, I&#8217;d smother Stalin in his crib, figure out how to sabotage FoxNews before it got a toehold, bitch-slap St. Paul along the road to Damascus and tell him not to be such a misogynist, and creep into the Warsaw Ghetto on the last evening of the siege and assure them it was not all in vain.</em></p>
<p class="p1">Good choices.</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[After nearly 20 years of non-involvement in filmmaking, last month I enthusiastically un-retired and worked (really worked!) on A Posthumous Woman, starring Lena Olin and Rosanna Arquette. Written/directed by my son, Zachary, and his fiancée, Magdalena Zyzak, and filmed at a remote location in the mountains above Silicon Valley, it is the story of an internationally prominent poet/novelist (Olin) who shocks [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class=" wp-image-6324 alignleft" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/Olin-620x348-300x168.jpg" alt="Olin-620x348" width="344" height="193" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/Olin-620x348-300x168.jpg 300w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/Olin-620x348.jpg 620w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 344px) 100vw, 344px" />After nearly 20 years of non-involvement in filmmaking, last month I enthusiastically un-retired and worked (really worked!) on <em>A Posthumous Woman,</em> starring Lena Olin and Rosanna Arquette.</p>
<p>Written/directed by my son, Zachary, and his fiancée, Magdalena Zyzak, and filmed at a remote location in the mountains above Silicon Valley, it is <span id="more-6321"></span>the story of an internationally prominent poet/novelist (Olin) who shocks a radio interviewer by announcing that she will be ending her life. She invites young male writers to submit their work and to apply for an interview. The one she chooses will inherit all her assets and be named her literary executor.</p>
<p><em>A Posthumous Woman</em> is a exploration of the reason for art and the nature of immortality. Zachary and Magdalena are currently editing the feature in Poland in preparation for festival submissions.</p>
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<p><a href="http://filmmakermagazine.com/96409-lena-olin-starring-a-posthumous-woman-wraps-production/#.VkouhF9OKnN" target="_blank" rel="noopener">More on the film</a> in <em>Filmmaker</em> magazine.</p>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2015 05:27:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In 1982, I read Blue Highways, a bestseller written by William Least Heat-Moon. It chronicled a journey by car taken entirely on the small roads—the mapmakers’ blue highways. An English instructor as a small Missouri college, Least Heat-Moon, disoriented by a fracturing marriage, chose to look for himself by choosing, as Paul Simon put it, [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/blue-highways-2.jpg"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class=" wp-image-255 alignright" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/blue-highways-2.jpg" alt="Blue Highways" width="168" height="247" /></a>In 1982, I read <em>Blue Highways,</em> a bestseller written by William Least Heat-Moon. It chronicled a journey by car taken entirely on the small roads—the mapmakers’ blue highways. An English instructor as a small Missouri college, Least Heat-Moon, disoriented by a fracturing marriage, chose to look for himself by choosing, as Paul Simon put it, to “look for America.”</p>
<p>Buoyed by Least Heat-Moon’s adventures and observations, I have, whenever practicable, chosen those blue highways for my travels: a two-laner and small towns versus hurtling through interchangeable Interstate spaces at 70 mph.</p>
<p>So, for our road trip to Ann’s high school reunion in Casper, WY, I planned to include back roads whenever possible.</p>
<p>Day #1 was to begin at our home in Sonoma County’s Wine Country and end <span id="more-6261"></span>near Trinity Center at a large stone home hand-built by one of my high school chums. The trip would take just under six hours if I drove I-5 north, and would include virtually no towns once we left nearby Lake County. Multiple zooms into the Google Map, however, showed another more intriguing way north: Road 306 west of I-5 <img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="alignleft wp-image-6266" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/Screen-Shot-2015-07-18-at-9.05.53-PM-150x300.png" alt="Screen Shot 2015-07-18 at 9.05.53 PM" width="201" height="402" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/Screen-Shot-2015-07-18-at-9.05.53-PM-150x300.png 150w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/Screen-Shot-2015-07-18-at-9.05.53-PM.png 330w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 201px) 100vw, 201px" />through Leesville, Lodoga, Stonyford, Elk Creek, Chrome, and Paskenta.</p>
<p>According to Google, this “blue highway” route would add two hours to our drive time, but would offer A) scenery new to us, B) the opportunity to eat lunch at whatever Elk Creek might offer, and C) a drive through Grindstone Indian Rancheria.</p>
<p>Equipped with our iPhones, a full tank, and an audiobook of Sherlock Holmes stories, we guided our Prius jauntily across two counties toward the first exit off the usual-and-common thoroughfares. It was a fine plan, but it began to crumble about a dozen miles before where I supposed the turn might be when cell service disappeared (and therefore, our internet hotspot). This meant I, navigating as Ann drove cheerily, would be unable to zoom in on the Google map. Having trusted technology to replace study, I had not memorized the stations of our cross-country jaunt, and was unable remember at what blue highway hamlet I was initially supposed to aim the iPhone’s GPS.</p>
<p>I mused, squeezing my brain cells for a dozen miles until “Wilbur Springs” emerged from some grey matter repository. I entered it with a shaky resolve. A hairpin left appeared in blue on the screen a few miles ahead. Although that color was standard for the Google Maps app, I was internally amused by the parallel.</p>
<figure id="attachment_6269" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-6269" style="width: 300px" class="wp-caption alignright"><a href="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/DSC06908-1.jpg"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="wp-image-6269 size-medium" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/DSC06908-1-300x225.jpg" alt="DSC06908 (1)" width="300" height="225" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/DSC06908-1-300x225.jpg 300w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/DSC06908-1-1024x768.jpg 1024w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></a><figcaption id="caption-attachment-6269" class="wp-caption-text">Wilbur Hot Springs&#8230;gate open by reservation only.</figcaption></figure>
<p>Following Google’s directorial triangle and my “Go for it,” Ann turned onto Bear Valley Road. It was dirt&#8230;which was a surprise.  In a mile or two it forked, with the screen&#8217;s blue triangle directing us onto the tine with a No Outlet sign. Foolishly trusting Google more than the sign, we were soon at the closed gate for the Wilbur Springs Resort.</p>
<p>Ann was delighted. Twenty-some years ago, she had visited this resort with a beau. A wrong turn had serendipitously returned her to place she had completely forgotten. Neither of us was disturbed that she could not remember who the beau was.</p>
<figure id="attachment_6275" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-6275" style="width: 300px" class="wp-caption alignleft"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="wp-image-6275 size-medium" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/DSC06910-300x225.jpg" alt="DSC06910" width="300" height="225" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/DSC06910-300x225.jpg 300w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/DSC06910-1024x768.jpg 1024w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /><figcaption id="caption-attachment-6275" class="wp-caption-text">Stony Gorge Market—apparently closed on Friday</figcaption></figure>
<p>A U-turn took us back to the fork. Though we still had no cell phone service, the GPS still showed its authoritative blue line, so we chose the road untaken, heading north. Not a single car passed us for many miles. There were no habitations. The narrow valley was long, flat, and barren, but fenced for grazing. I wondered how many so sere acres would be required for each head. Leesville appeared on the blue route far ahead; I felt assured, even though our tires bounced on dirt, we had stumbled onto the path I had originally selected.</p>
<figure id="attachment_6281" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-6281" style="width: 300px" class="wp-caption alignright"><a href="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/DSC06919.jpg"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="wp-image-6281 size-medium" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/DSC06919-300x225.jpg" alt="DSC06919" width="300" height="225" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/DSC06919-300x225.jpg 300w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/DSC06919-1024x768.jpg 1024w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></a><figcaption id="caption-attachment-6281" class="wp-caption-text">Grindstone Indian Rancheria&#8217;s round house. The oldest continually used ceremonial structure in the state&#8230;currently under renovation.</figcaption></figure>
<p>Leesville. Lodoga, and Stonyford passed as crossroads of few homes and an occasional church. At last the dirt returned to macadam, but my plans unraveled again when we got to Elk Creek and found the only foodery shuttered.</p>
<p>Two small packets of trail mix later, we drove through Grindstone Indian Rancheria. From what I had read online, I expected depressed, rundown clutter and subsistence res life. The houses, however, were well kept, and the tribe appeared to be renovating their sacred, ceremonial round house.</p>
<figure id="attachment_6276" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-6276" style="width: 205px" class="wp-caption alignleft"><a href="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/IMG_1293.jpg"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="wp-image-6276 " src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/IMG_1293-224x300.jpg" alt="IMG_1293" width="205" height="275" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/IMG_1293-224x300.jpg 224w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/IMG_1293-765x1024.jpg 765w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/IMG_1293.jpg 1936w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 205px) 100vw, 205px" /></a><figcaption id="caption-attachment-6276" class="wp-caption-text">Red Bluff&#8217;s clock tower (it keeps correct time)</figcaption></figure>
<p>We were now nearly two hours past lunch, so I aborted the Paskenta leg and cut east toward the restaurants of Red Bluff. The downtown was surprisingly alive. An attractive clock tower anchored a small park near clever shops and there were none of the out-of-business Main Street store skeletons. We ate at the Sugar Shack Café. Billed as an Asian restaurant, <img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="alignright wp-image-6284" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/sugar-shack.jpeg" alt="sugar shack" width="163" height="163" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/sugar-shack.jpeg 225w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/sugar-shack-150x150.jpeg 150w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 163px) 100vw, 163px" />the menu and the wait staff seemed more of a white guys’ sincere attempt. We enjoyed our lunch even though none of the employees had ever heard of Jimmy Gilmer and the Fireballs&#8217; 1963 #1 hit, <em>Sugar Shack</em>.</p>
<p>Back in the car, and once again on the net, I entered my destination into Google Maps. But this time, I used my friend&#8217;s street address instead of the generic Trinity Center. I did not notice that Google decided against the indirect, but civilized route around the west side of Trinity Lake in favor of a more direct path. I should’ve been suspicious when the road west from I-5 sported a sign reading<img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="alignleft wp-image-6298 size-medium" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/DSC06923-300x225.jpg" alt="DSC06923" width="300" height="225" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/DSC06923-300x225.jpg 300w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/DSC06923-1024x768.jpg 1024w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /> “no services.” A few miles later, the pavement turned to dirt. “Turn around!” the cricket on my shoulder screeched. But emboldened by the recent success of our Bear Valley Road adventure, we felt this this dusty byway could be no worse.</p>
<p>It was way worse&#8230;vertebrae-shakingly, axle-torturingly, confidence-shatteringly worse.</p>
<p>Twenty miles at 15 mph later, we had crested Slate Mountain and emerged from anxiety just two miles from my friend’s road. Google had offered a shortcut that was, we later found out from my incredulous friend, an unmaintained, unmarked, rutted, rock-strewn logging road.</p>
<figure id="attachment_6290" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-6290" style="width: 300px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><a href="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/Screen-Shot-2015-07-18-at-9.44.08-PM.png"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="wp-image-6290 size-medium" src="http://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/Screen-Shot-2015-07-18-at-9.44.08-PM-300x183.png" alt="Screen Shot 2015-07-18 at 9.44.08 PM" width="300" height="183" srcset="https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/Screen-Shot-2015-07-18-at-9.44.08-PM-300x183.png 300w, https://stevecotler.com/tales/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/Screen-Shot-2015-07-18-at-9.44.08-PM.png 757w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></a><figcaption id="caption-attachment-6290" class="wp-caption-text">The twists of Dog Creek Road, our uncultured path over Slate Mountain&#8230;and the most direct, and most car-rattling route to my friend&#8217;s house.</figcaption></figure>
<p>Day #1 has ended, and I intend to write two thank-you letters: one to Google, and the other to Toyota. The former, sarcastic; the second, sincere.</p>
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