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Firms That Received Big Tax Breaks From Giuliani Have Donated Big To His Campaign

Corporations that got multimillion-dollar sweetheart tax deals from former Mayor Rudy Giuliani have raised more than $1 million for his Senate and presidential bids, the Daily News has found.

When he was mayor, Giuliani doled out tax reductions to giant corporations far more aggressively than all other New York mayors since the city tax breaks emerged in the 1980s. More

Obama Blasts Edwards Over 527 Activity

It’s just two days before Christmas and the shots between the campaigns haven’t slowed with the season.

Sen. Barack Obama, D-Ill., at a stop in Des Moines at the West End Diner, blasted former North Carolina senator John Edwards on independent third-party 527 groups.

“My attitude is if you can’t get your former campaign manager and political director to do what you like then it’s going to be hard to get the insurance companies and the drug companies to do what you like,” Obama told a small group of reporters.

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Susan Madrak: Hey, Unto You A Child Is Born!

But as far as I’m concerned, Mary is always going to look a lot like Imogene Herdman - sort of nervous and bewildered, but ready to clobber anyone who laid a hand on her baby. And the Wise Men are always going to be Leroy and his brothers, bearing ham. When we came out of the church that night it was cold and clear, with crunchy snow underfoot and bright, bright stars overhead. And I thought about the Angel of the Lord - Gladys, with her skinny legs and her dirty sneakers sticking out from under her robe, yelling at all of us everywhere: ‘Hey! Unto you a child is born!’

“The Best Christmas Pageant Ever” - Barbara Robinson

Here is how this book begins:

The Herdmans were absolutely the worst kids in the history of the world. They lied and stole and smoked cigars (even the girls) and talked dirty and hit little kids and cussed their teachers and took the name of the Lord in vain and set fire to Fred Shoemaker’s old broken-down toolhouse.

These truly nasty kids bully their way into the lead roles in a church Christmas pageant because they want free hot chocolate and cookies, and by the end of the book, their unexpected Christmas spirit had me in tears.

What can I say? I’m such a sucker for a redemption story. Whether it’s Scrooge, the Herdmans, George Bailey, the Grinch, little Susan Walker - or me, I just can’t resist the story of someone who once was blind, but now they see.

The other day, I was reading about bodhichitta - roughly, “awakened heart.” It’s a Buddhist teaching about embracing the pain of our human condition in order to learn compassion, and it struck such a chord with me.

It’s a very un-American approach, don’t you think? In this shiny, gaudy land where we live, we spend so much time gathering trophies like houses, cars, job titles (and yes, page views) to reassure ourselves of our worth. At the root of it all is such enormous, unspeakable fear. “If I can only have this, I’ll be okay no matter what.”

So why is that the more we get, the emptier we seem to feel?

The lesson of Bodhichitta is that something has to crack us open to let the light in. The Universe will use whatever it takes until we finally understand what part of us has always known: That we are One in a vast, shimmering sea. That love really is all you need.

It’s what every single ancient faith and mystical tradition teaches, and yet we write it off as a bumper sticker.

Yes, the world is a mess, but we still have boundless opportunities for compassion. Forgive an enemy, turn a cheek. Reach out to someone in pain. Allow yourself to be “wrong” so someone else can be “right.” (Maybe they need it more than you do.)

Of course, it’s easier said than done when we keep stumbling over our own egos. Like the other day, when I asked my readers for donations because my computer is on its last legs. I complained to my friend Maya: “I only got one contribution,” I said. “That really hurt my feelings.”

“Well, yes,” Maya said. “But it was for $400, and it was enough to buy you a new computer. You got exactly what you needed. Do it justice with your gratitude for Providence, lest the universe thinks you don’t want it anymore.”

(Did I mention she’s very wise for such a young sprout? I am so grateful for the collective love and wisdom of my friends, even when it occasionally appears otherwise.)

So this is what I wish for my friends, both “real” and virtual, this Christmas: That you get at least a taste of bodhichitta, and that you finally get to refresh your toes in that shimmering sea that connects us all. That you fly above the despair - and catch a good, strong wind that keeps you aloft.

Christmas is that Spirit which transforms and you don’t have to belong to anything but the human race to let it work its magic. It might have been a different day honored by so many of the human race as the time to transcend our pain and fear, to reach out to each other, but this seems to be the one. So celebrate it.

Some very wise people manage to tap into that compassionate Spirit the rest of the year, while the rest of us keep our hearts “safe” behind concrete and razor wire. Silly, really - because a heart not opened regularly shrivels up, becomes hard and small. (Like the Grinch.)

Remember, a broken heart is much better than one that’s never used at all. That broken place is where bodhichitta grows.

We have these messy lives that are far from perfect. Sometimes we go through hard times that seem to never end, and we always seem to get it wrong. And yet.

And yet, there’s hope. Every single year, Ebenezer Scrooge opens his heart. Every year, George Bailey gets a glimmer of understanding about what a very large part is played out in very small ways, and Clarence gets his wings. A wounded little girl who didn’t dare let herself believe in Santa Claus learns faith in each other isn’t rational, and Linus helps us see that spiritual yearning at the real heart of Christmas.

We’re here. We’re alive. Love each other, if you dare. Be brave with your hearts. Merry, merry Christmas.

Hey! Unto you a child is born!

(Note: If this seems familiar, it’s because it appeared in a slightly different form last year.)

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Robert J. Elisberg: Getting a New Handel On an Old Story

Back in April, I posted the following piece about new discoveries surrounding Handel’s “Messiah.” Given that ’tis the season for the tradition of the oratorio now - and also the season for reruns (especially with the Writers Guild strike…), it seems like a fine time to repeat it. But the main reason is that in the interim I came across some new, related information which augments the story in quite an interesting way. It’s all updated the end. For those who’ve read this before, feel to jump to the new conclusion. Or read it again as if a holiday classic. Sort of like a very early, 18th century version of “The Grinch.”

But have a glass of nog, as well. Fa la la…

You Can’t Handel the Truth

Over the passage of years, we lose track of the conditions that existed when artworks were created. When those years become centuries, the history vanishes, and all that remains is the work itself.

That is, until someone researches that history, and puts the piece in its original context.

And that brings up Handel’s “Messiah.”

By any standard, it’s a brilliant piece of music, which has understandably lasted 250 years. Even to those who don’t share its religious underpinning, the music is enthralling, and part of the celebration of the Christmas season.

Oops.

Now comes this detailed, deeply-researched article in the New York Times by Michael Marissen.

“So ‘Messiah’ lovers may be surprised to learn that the work was meant not for Christmas but for Lent, and that the ‘Hallelujah’ chorus was designed not to honor the birth or resurrection of Jesus but to celebrate the destruction of Jerusalem and the Second Temple in A.D. 70. For most Christians in Handel’s day, this horrible event was construed as divine retribution on Judaism for its failure to accept Jesus as God’s promised Messiah.”

Oops.

Mr. Marissen does an impressive, scholarly and even-handed job uncovering the history of Handel’s “Messiah.” If anyone is interested in that history, do read the article. At the very least, read it before stating an opinion on it…

To be clear, this is not about political correctness. This is about correctness.

The truth, we are told, shall set us free. Either we go out of our way to learn the truth in our lives - and embrace it - or we bury our heads in the sand and listen to the sounds of gravel.

People will still listen to Handel’s “Messiah” for centuries to come, whatever the reality behind it. The music is glorious. The words? Well, be honest, it’s a fair bet that most people don’t know exactly what’s being sung about anyway - it’s 2-1/2 hours, for goodness sake. Most fans wouldn’t listen to “American Idol” for that long. People tend to tune out Handel’s “Messiah” about six minutes in and let the music wash over them. When the “Hallelujah Chorus” is about to begin, they get nudged and sit up straight. And even at that, the only words most people know are “Hallelujah” and that it will “reign forever and ever.” (Some people probably think it’s about Noah’s Ark.)

So, in some ways, the libretto of Handel’s “Messiah” is not of critical importance 250 years after the fact. And that might be the biggest joke on Charles Jennings, who wrote the text and apparently saw the work as a way to confront what he believed was “a serious menace” in the world By having his friend Handel set his pointed tracts to music, Jennings felt that would help get his point across more subtly to the public. The result, of course, was that the spectacular music swamped over the words, and over time they took on a completely different meaning.

This is known as the Law of Unintended Consequences. Or also, be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.

Somewhere up in heaven, or more likely down in hell, Charles Jennings has been pounding his head against a wall for the last couple hundred Christmases, screaming, “No, no, no! Don’t you people get it?!! It’s supposed to be about celebrating the destruction of heathen nations, not the embracing love of mankind. You people are so lame!”

And it gets worse, because starting the day after Christmas - until the next Christmas when Handel’s “Messiah” starts playing again - Jennings berates himself all year, wondering if he screwed up his work and didn’t make it clear. Like maybe he used too many metaphors, or commas. Or perhaps in Scene 6, when he wrote, “Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron,” he should have explained who “them” was or described a different bludgeon.

No doubt there will be some people aghast by the revelations (no matter how valid) about the writing of Handel’s “Messiah.” I also have no doubt that almost all those who are aghast have never sat through the 2-1/2 hour work. Nor that most of those ever paid attention to what the precise words actually were. But they will be aghast anyway.

On the other hand, most people who have sat and sat through a 2-1/2 hour performance of Handel’s “Messiah” likely welcome having an excuse now not to have to do so again.

Mr. Marissen concludes his study with a thought on the subject.

“While still a timely, living masterpiece that may continue to bring spiritual and aesthetic sustenance to many music lovers, Christian or otherwise, ‘Messiah’ also appears to be very much a work of its own era. Listeners might do well to ponder exactly what it means when, in keeping with tradition, they stand during the ‘Hallelujah’ chorus.”

And while singing along, they might want to add a “Hallelujah” for the truth, as well.

UPDATE

While reading Volume 9 of Will and Ariel Durant’s majestic Story of Civilization, entitled “The Age of Voltaire,” I came upon their extensive discussion of Handel. After the passage on “The Messiah,” the Durants continue on with the composer’s life and eventually reach five years later, April of 1747, when Handel had hit hard times. Not only had he written a string of failures and needed to close his theater, but he went into a sort of retirement, and rumor passed that he may even gone insane, though perhaps it might have been mental exhaustion. (The Earl of Shaftesbury remarked, “Poor Handel looks a little better. I hope he will recover completely, though his mind has been entirely deranged.”) However there was yet more to Handel - and to the story relating somewhat to the controversy today about “The Messiah.” The Durants write -

“…Handel, now sixty years old, responded with all his powers to an invitation from the Prince of Wales to commemorate the victory of the Prince’s younger brother, the Duke of Cumberland, over the Stuart forces at Culloden. Handel took as a symbolic subject Judas Maccabaeus’ triumph (166-161 B.C.) over the Hellenizing schemes of Antiochus IV. The new oratorio was so well received (April 1, 1747) that it bore five repetitions in its first season. The Jews of London, grateful to see one of their national heroes so nobly celebrated, helped to swell the attendance, enabling Handel to present the oratorio forty times before his death. Grateful for this new support, he took most of his oratorio subjects henceforth from Jewish legend or history: Alexander Balus, Joshua, Susanna, Solomon, Jephtha. By contrast, Theodora, a Christian theme, drew so small an audience that Handel ruefully remarked, “There was room enough to dance.”

No doubt, Charles Jennings, author of the text for “The Messiah,” is spinning even faster and deeper in his grave. But quality does win out over time. And so does transcending decency. And that, perhaps, in part, and in the end, may well be what we’re left with.

Hallelujah, indeed.

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TIME’s Transcript Of Putin Interview Excluded Errors Made By Interviewer

TIME Inc. editor-in-chief John Huey got off on the wrong foot when he sat down to interview Russian President Vladimir Putin, along with Time managing editor Rick Stengel and deputy managing editor Adi Ignatius. According to a “full and complete” transcript of the interview that first turned up on a New Zealand Web site, Huey started off a question about the Cold War by saying, “You were born in 1946 - I was born in 1948. We belong to the same generation.” Putin gives the correct year of his birth, 1952.

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Britain’s Queen Elizabeth II Launches Special "Royal Channel" On YouTube

Britain’s 81-year-old Queen Elizabeth II, considered an icon of traditionalism, launched her own special Royal Channel on YouTube Sunday.

The queen will use the popular video-sharing Web site to send out her 50th annual televised Christmas message, which she first delivered live to the nation and its colonies on Dec. 25, 1957.

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