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Political Day – It fianlly arrived!

Tuesday, November 4th, 2008

My god, this was way too long of a political season.  I’ve been an active political observer since Carter ran against Ford.  I have never witness such an election as the one that has consumed the last TWO years.  Heck, half of Obama’s entire term in the senate has been out campaigning for President, and today he may become President of the United States.

Two weeks ago I started weening myself from the new broadcasts.  It had gotten to the point where all the news commentators could talk about where daily tracking poll numbers.  I would check in on a few news programs on a daily basis, just in case something informative was actually being reported.  Over the last few days the story has been on the difference between the Polls and how appearances on various networks might have effected the numbers.

Today, finally, we get to see the number from the ONLY poll that matters.  While I suspect a tight race will draw out well into the morning hours, it could also be over by 7pm Pacific Standard Time.  Once the decision is made, our next media challenge will be dealing with assumptions and predictions of the first hundred days.

It seems like everyone is concerned over mostly the same issues (high energy prices, broken stock market, war, economic conditions, taxes), but the debate gets stuck on political bickering and posturing.  Both of the last Presidents (Bush Sr. and Clinton) said they would lower taxes and both had to eat their words.  Our next President will be faced with a far more daunting task than dealing with the assumed issues.  The next President needs to work to bring our country back together.

Over the last eight years, the party OUT of power ha been creating reasons for separation in order to re-gain the White House.  Referring to a sitting President as dumb adds nothing to the American Political system, yet sitting Congress men and women have made such statements.  Lets assume, just for argument sake, that NOBODY can be elected to a national seat of any sorts if they are dumb, please?  In stead, lets try and focus on the core issues and over the next four years try to find common ground where we, as a nation, can plant our feet and step forward.

While it scares me to see one party take all three branches of government, I believe the American spirit (the sleeping dragon as stated by Admiral Yamamoto) will awake to stand against any assult on our freedoms.  We have over come adversity many times before, even survived a civil war; to think America is so fragile as to fail because of political posturing is to under estimate the people.

At the conclusion of the never ending race, let us all say a prayer for our new leader and look forward to a new day as citizens of the United States of America.

Ed Bejarana

Overcoming economically induced writers block

Monday, November 3rd, 2008

Bashful Bill initially struggled with blogging because he felt uncomfortable sharing his inner thoughts with the internet.  Bill’s new challenge, economically induced writers block, would require a new approach.  Business owners struggle with bills, sales, and employees; these mental processes eat away at one’s ability to engage, enlighten and/or encourage others.  Bill’s shyness added an extra level of stress which took him further away from business blogging.

Bill and I were meeting at a local Sushi restaurant, I figured meeting over lunch would help prepare Bill for what I would tell him.  After several rolls and some small talk, I launched into the problem at hand.

“Bill, tell me something new you’ve learned about your business this past year?”

My question caught Bill off guard, Bill replied, “I thought we were going to talk about my blog article?”

“We will Bill, but first, tell me something new about your industry or the way you are doing business.”

“Not much to say about the landscaping business, except business is down all over.  People are canceling contracts and I’m forced to layoff workers.  I guess I don’t understand your question.”

“Did you attend any trade shows this year Bill?”

“Uh…No.”

“Did you attend any seminars?”

“No.”

“Did you take any classes at the community college or the local Small Business Development Center?”

“No, what are you getting at?”

I ignored Bill’s question for now.  “Do you subscribe to any landscaping magazines?”

“Yes, I read Landscape Architecture, but I thought we were going to meet and discuss my article about cutting home landscaping costs?  I’ve spent a lot of time on this article and feel I just need your help getting started.”

“Bill, sometimes we, as business owners, must see our problems with different eyes in order to understand a way through the situation.  Continuing education is one way to gain a new perspective on business life.  Recessions are a natural part of business and if we fail to seek mental stimulation to keep our thoughts moving in a positive direction, we’ll only have business struggles to ponder.  Our worries will keep us from doing that which builds our business and so begins a downward business spiral.”

I continued, “With that in mind, can you tell me about one of the articles from a past issue of Landscape Architecture that peeked your interest?”

Bill proceeded to tell me about Treeconomics and while the details were mostly a blur, I could hear Bill’s passion for the topic.  When Bill concluded I said, “Now put yourself in the shoes of your readers.  Which story would you rather read, one dripping with worry or one with passion and positive feelings?”

The look on Bill’s face told me he understood.  “You mean my troubles writing are because the tone is negative?”

“Yes.  Negative thought be gets negative results.  When you are faced with an economically induced writers block, the solution is to turn to your passion.  That which you are passionate about will always get you writing again.  You can come back to your current story, but don’t get so focused on one subject that you avoid publication all together.  Your readers are taking a break from life to read your thoughts, reward them with your passion for your profession.”

Ed Bejarana

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Happy Halloween?

Friday, October 31st, 2008

Depends on your perspective.

Representing the end of the harvest season, Halloween has been a time of celebration that symbolizes the beginning of the cold months.  As our society has moved so far from that of an agriculturally based life style, the true spirit (pardon the pun) of all saints days has been skewed.

October 31st was a time from bringing in the last of the grains from the fields and slaughtering live stock for winter.  Big bonfires were set to burn off the animal carcass and in the true spirit of all saints day, people wore masks to symbolize the evil spirits.  To help ward off superstitions, pumpkins were carved into the shapes of heads (considered the most powerful part of the body) and lit with candles so they could be seen in the night hours.

Today we dress up in customs and celebrate our indulgences.  Sure some still worship the recently departed, but in America we mostly eat junk food and pass out candy.  However, a new tradition seems to be creeping into our culture–Halloween seems to represent the NEW beginning of the Christmas season.  Huh?

Go to ANY store today and you’ll see the Christmas items are already on display.  Stores are already bidding for the consumers attention (and dollars) with hopes of capturing our diminished disposal income before the other guy.  A true dichotomy, October 31 is the day we beginning our celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ and the death of cattle–all while welcoming in untold numbers of cavities.

Rather than taking our children out to corn fields to pick some food, we dress then and send them out in to the neighborhood to beg for treats.  Although, based on the way these kids today beg I question their understanding of the concept known as trick or treat! The gem of a concept behind trick-or-treat is the homeowner MUST give candy or suffer some sort of prank or ridicule.  Can you image such a lesson in school?  How about government?  Wait, back on December 6, 1773 we kind of did play a trick on the owner of Tea.  I guess buried deep with-in the American traditions we’ve always played with the notion of “give it to me” or else.  Not to draw too many parallel, but this November 4th, I think we are faced with a similar decision–spread the wealth around?

Is it appropriate for me to use bah-humbug and avoid the spirit of Halloween?  After all, if the stores can jump right to Christmas, why can’t I?

Tonight, instead of sending your children out to threaten your neighbors, how about taking them to a local grower and teach them what it means to prepare for the future.

Happy Halloween!

Ed Bejarana

Getting in the Groove

Thursday, October 30th, 2008

When I arrived at the US Armed Forces School of Music I was as cocky as one could be.  I was one of the best marimba players in the world, a legend in my own mind.  Actually, I was good and could sight read anything, even transpose on the spot; but looking back now, it was the ego that got me into trouble.

There were several other Percussionist who were starting classes with me, but I knew I was the best of the bunch.  I remember talking to my mom over the phone and bragging that I would test out of the school and head off to the premier band in DC.  Words I would later eat.

To qualify for the band, a musician must pass three auditions.  The first is before you enlist, the second when you first arrive at the school of music and the last is your final exam.  Students have only a single chance for the first and third audition, but fortunately, we had two chances for the second.  Fail the second or third and the Army sends you anywhere it needs a body.  Three of my friends failed the second test, one went to tank school, one to the infantry and another became a helicopter mechanic.  I did not fear the reaper because I was invincible.

Test day came and I entered the audition room.  The test involved playing the snare, the marimba and the drum set.  I wasn’t a very good drum set player, so I knew I would fail that portion of the test, but I would ace the other two; besides I was going to become the next marimba soloist in the DC Band, not a drum set player.

Two instructors were administering the audition (don’t remember their names).  She was also a marimba player, a VERY good player at that.  We had played some duets over the previous two weeks and became good friends.  He was a drum set officianto.  I was very impressed by how well he played the drum set.  He even had pictures with him and Billy Cobam (a famous drummer).

“Which instrument would you like to start with?”  She asked.

I figured first impressions are the best impressions, “Marimba.”

He said, “Ok, please play a C major scale.”

I did.

He asked, “Please play that two octaves.”

I did.

She said, “Great, lets move to drum set.”

My heart skipped a beat.  “Don’t you want to hear more Marimba?”

“No,” she replied.  “We know you can play the mallet instruments.”

By the time we finished the drum set debacle, I was so rattled that I didn’t even do all that well on the snare.  I had failed my second audition.  They told me I had two weeks to get ready for my second, and last try.

I was heart broken.  How could I learn how to play drum set and pass a professional audition in two weeks?  Plus school was starting, so I only had the evenings to practice.

The first couple of days were a blur as I sat in the practice rooms trying to get a grove.  Down the hall I could hear Private Webb playing.  Webb was an amazing drum set player from North Carolina.  He had been playing drum set his entire life and it showed.

The drumming stopped and I heard a knock on my door, it was Webb.

“Hey Bejarana, I hear you didn’t pass.”

“Nope.”

“They told me I have to play a Marimba solo at my third audition or they will make me retake the school.  Can you help me?”  “I’ll teach you to play the drum set, you teach me how to play this solo.”

Webb knew my time constraints and started helping right away, even before I agreed to his proposition.  Webb asked me to play a straight 4 beat.  Then he said play something in a 3 beat.  After I played, he pulled out his note book a scratched out some rhythms.  He wrote notes on the bottom line that represented the bass drum part, had “x’s” on the top line to represent hitting the hi-hat, notes in the third space for the snare and slashes on the second and third line and second space for the tom-toms.  Above the staff he wrote an R with a stem for the right side crash and an L with a stem for the left side crash.  He said, “leave out the ride cymbal for now.”

Webb had me get up and he sat down and played each of the rhythms he had written out.  Then gave me a few tips on how to better hold my sticks and made a few adjustments to the set height.  He then told me to practice these beats.

Classes would let out around 3pm, I would grab a quick bite to eat then hit the practice room until midnight.  At 5am I would wake, shower, shave and head back to the practice room until roll call at 7:30.  Breakfast at 8:30, first class at 9:15 and so went the rest of my day.

By Friday I was playing basic rhythms, adding basic fills, and keeping the beat; but I needed a breakout rhythm, something that was challenging but showed off my abilities to learn quickly.  Webb played a Latin beat called a Mozambique.  After watching Webb play it for about ten minutes while I took dictation, scribbling out every beat, I hit the practice room and for the next three days did nothing but the Mozambique.

Audition day part two arrived and it felt like the entire school was pulling for me.  Two weeks of 19 hour days become the talk of the school.  My instructors even took notice and some gave me extra time in the practice room.  My ear training professor showed the greatest level of mercy and allowed me to spend two full class sessions practicing.

Same two instructors giving the audition but this time I needed only play the drum set.  No questions were in my mind as to what I would be playing.  The one instructor had even given me a preview of the song I would be playing.  The instructors named off three different rhythms for me to play, a straight rock 4 pattern, a Bosa Nova and a 6/8 funk.  I performed all three to their level of satisfaction.  Then came the instrumental track.  I needed to sight read a chart against a song that had the drum track removed.  I didn’t do it perfect and the male instructor highlighted a couple areas that needed improvement.  Then came the solo.

To say the rest of my life as a musician began the moment I successfully played a Mozambique would be an understatement.  When I finished played the cheers of my friends listening through the door was all the recognition I needed to know I would have a third audition in six months.

Private Webb and about a dozen other friends were waiting outside the door.  I had passed the audition, but more importantly I learned a valuable life lesson.  Sometimes arrogance and confidence can be confused, the way you can tell them apart is:

  • arrogance keeps you from self improvement.
  • confidence is the strength to succeed.

Ed Bejarana

Is it ok to Talk Politics?

Tuesday, October 28th, 2008

When I was a kid growing up, I remember my dad talking politics almost everywhere he went.  Today, people tell you to avoid talking about religion and politics.  How did we get so far a skew in such a short amount of time?

To give you some back ground.  I supported Ford, my dad was for Carter.  We were both together four years later in supporting Regan, but he voted for Clinton and I voted for Perot.  His last election would have been Bush v Gore, but he passed away seven months before the election.

With politics and some people, things seem to always get personal.  Is this a symptom of us as a nation avoiding the conversations in public forums?  It seems like the same people who discourage talking politics in open forums are quick to bash whomever they don’t like in semi-private situations.  Over the years I’ve work in big companies and small companies.  In one of my recent places of employment I was the ONLY conservative out of 40 employees.  I took my lickings, but I never shied away from a good political discussion; the problem however, was some of my co-workers seemed to hate me for my views.  Could this be why people are discouraged from talking politics?

Why should any American be ashamed or fearful of their personal believes?  Are we not still the land of the free and home of the brave?  Or have we become the land of the bashful and home of the afraid?

I would like McCain to win, but if Obama wins the world will not end–there will be far fewer rich people footing the brunt of the bill, but America will survive.  Let us step out into the field of politics and bravely state our opinion and then when the dust settles go back to being one nation under god, in divisible with liberty and justice for all!

Ed Bejarana

Bar Stool Economics – only for those who drink beer!

Monday, October 27th, 2008

Suppose that every day, ten men go out for beer and the bill for all ten comes to $100.

If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this:

  • The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing.
  • The fifth would pay $1.
  • The sixth would pay $3.
  • The seventh would pay $7.
  • The eighth would pay $12.
  • The ninth would pay $18.
  • The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59.

The ten men drank in the bar every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve. ‘Since you are all such good customers, he said, ‘I’m going to reduce the cost of your daily beer by $20. Drinks for the ten now cost just $80.

The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes so the first four men were unaffected. They would still drink for free. But what about the other six men – the paying customers? How could they divide the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his ‘fair share?’ ? ?They realized that $20 divided by six is $3.33. But if they subtracted that from everybody’s share, then the fifth man and the sixth man would each end up being paid to drink his beer. So, the bar owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each man’s bill by roughly the same amount, and he proceeded to work out the amounts each should pay.

And so:

  • The fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% savings).
  • The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33%savings).
  • The seventh now paid $5 instead of $7 (28%savings).
  • The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% savings).
  • The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% savings).
  • The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% savings).

Each of the six was better off than before And the first four continued to drink for free. But once outside the restaurant, the men began to compare their savings.

‘I only got a dollar out of the $20′, declared the sixth man. He pointed to the tenth man,’ but he got $10!’

‘Yeah, that’s right’, exclaimed the fifth man. ‘I only saved a dollar, too. It’s unfair that he got ten times more than I!’

‘That’s true!!’ shouted the seventh man. ‘Why should he get $10 back when I got only two? The wealthy get all the breaks!’

‘Wait a minute,’ yelled the first four men in unison. ‘We didn’t get anything at all. The system exploits the poor!’

The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.

The next night the tenth man didn’t show up for drinks, so the nine sat down and had beers without him. But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important. They didn’t have enough money between all of them for even half of the bill!

And that, boys and girls, journalists and college professors, is how our tax system works. The people who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show up anymore. In fact, they might start drinking overseas where the atmosphere is somewhat friendlier.

David R. Kamerschen, Ph.D.

Buffalo to Portland – A family trek west part 3

Friday, October 24th, 2008

Friday morning was an early start morning.  Everyone got up and had bagels and cream cheese because we needed to get in the van to head for the coast.  Going back to Louise’s original requests, she wanted to see the volcano and take a trip to the Pacific Ocean.

Our trip was planned well a head of this day, but being mid October we knew god could have given us foul weather.  Going back even further, the original Pacific Ocean trip was to include a trip to Newport Bay Aquarium so that Chrissee could see the whale that make te trek up the Sacramento River.  Chrissee also want to get out in a boat and do some whale watching, but the season wasn’t quite right, so we figured a trip to Seal Rock would be as close as we could get.  Killer whales love Seal Rock because all the tender seals swimming in the ocean make for a smorgasbord of delicatessen.

Plan B was a trip to Cannon Beach, Oregon with a second stop at the Tillamook Cheese factory for Ice Cream.  As you can see by the blue sky in the picture, god blessed us with beautiful weather.

As it turns out Tom (et.al) love to shop.  We stopped at a couple of trinket malls in Cannon Beach, then ate.  We walked the streets buying more goodies, then bought sweets and ate some more.  Our journey lead us all the way to the end of the street with a memorial to the grey whale stood with the Pacific Ocean as the back drop.  But the sandy trek included a watery obstacle that prevented the tootsies from being dipped into the fridge ocean waters.

Our drive to Tillamook, I knew, included lots of ocean front opportunity.  The most scenic of which was a close pass to Haystack Rock.

Haystack Rock is a 235-foot (72-meter) tall monolith (or sea stack) on the Oregon coast in the northwestern United States, the third-tallest such structure in the world. A popular tourist destination, the rock is adjacent to the beach and accessible by foot during low tide. Haystack Rock tide pools are home to many intertidal animals, including starfish, anemone, crabs, chitons, limpets, and sea slugs. The rock is also a refuge for many sea birds, including terns and puffins. (curtiously of Wikipedia)

Kay, Louise and I didn’t feel the urge to walk through the sand, so we’ve enjoyed watching the rest of the family partake in the “cold” joys of the Pacific Ocean.

While the weather was great, the water temperature was VERY cold!

After a beautiful day at the beach, we all felt a trip to the cheese factory for ice cream was in order.  After a short tour, shopping and scarfing down loads of ice cream, we pointed the van East for Portland.

A trip to Portland is not complete without a visit to the Nike campus and a drive through downtown Portland at night time.  Since we were all still full from cheese and ice cream, we decided to head from home and order Pizza and play video games.

Saturday was going to be an interesting schedule.  I had arranged to perform with the band during the worshipservice and the Church had also scheduled a concert for the same weekend my family was in town.  I thought, great, 40 years, they had never seen or heard me play, they would get the full gammit from one weekend.  The only challenge was the extra rehearsal on Saturday and a long Sunday.

Saturday morning we drove up the gorge towards Multnomah falls.  The plan was quick sightseeing, a trip to the shopping mall and all-you-can eat chinese at Tin Tins.  Then they would drop me off at church, Kay would show Tom how to get to the light rail station and Tom and Tommy would head off to a Winter Hawks Ice Hockey game.

Tom & Tammy at Multnomah Falls

Tom & Tammy at Multnomah Falls

The waterfall was beautiful, the trip to the mall included a GREAT view of Mt. Hood (the other active volcano in our immediate area), a fun shopping trip at the Clackamas Town Center (I bourhgt Tiger Woods ‘09), and a filling dinner.

Tom and Tommy watched minor league hocket and I played music.  the girls stayed home and watched girl movies and dumb TV shows.

A perfect family night!

to be continued…

Ed Bejarana