A Work in Progress...
Years ago, I wanted very badly to write a book, so I wrote a book very badly
:-)...but seriously folks, I do apologize for not having done a better job of writing and organizing this site.  It has just been so long and over so many years that I finally just decided to launch this thing and edit as I went along when I found the time.  I make regular edits, deletions, and additions.  So far, I've deleted more than is shown currently, and I have many articles not included because it is already such a wordy and crowded site, especially for someone just dropping in for a peek, and there are really only a few points I wish to make.  If you've read this far, thank you very much for your patience and interest.  I hope you've found something of use or that has inspired you in some way. 
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Apology 2007

   The following question may seem at once both silly and naïve to ask and also arrogant and presumptuous to answer, but since I’ve been accused of being all these things and more over the years, why not air the question and attempt an answer?  It is my website after all, and my domain (it is called a “domain” name isn’t it? :-).  This also allows me to make something of an apology, for what it is worth, and this may at least serve as some sort of therapy for me after all I’ve been through since 1964.  It also seems to be THE question of the new millennium as well….why did we not do more to prevent what is happening?

   The question is: 
“If you’ve known about this all these years, and how critical and important it is, why didn’t you do more about it by now?”

   I have always wished I could have done more all of my adult life.  As circumstances were though, there was just no way I could have done much differently given all the complex variables of my life growing up, as far as I know.  The truth is that I am very sorry now that I did not do everything in my power to do more, and if I could do it all over again I would make many changes.  Looking back to when I was 12 years old and settling into a new and strange community as a shy and awkward boy, there does not seem to be anything else I could have done upon first hearing about The Big Bang Theory and “knowing” it was a very bad idea.  I was just a kid.  Plus, I did not make the connection between this bad idea and world events for many years after that.  This website, such as it is, marks a new era in my life when I at least have a voice out in the world after all these many years, and that’s a start in a new direction for me.

   One main factor also, though I am not recognized for this trait so much now, is that I was always a very extremely shy person most of my life growing up.  I cannot exaggerate this fact.  I was literally the shyest person in the room almost everywhere I went and in everything I did.  One main reason I left Junior College and went for a career in advertising was that I could not (really and truly had an inability to) pass Speech Class.  Both times I tried to take a Speech Class it was a miserable failure.  The first time I literally blanked out in front of the room (I know I walked up and stood behind the podium and talked and then walked back to my seat, but the whole experience was a blank like having been drugged).  The second time I just do not recall at all as it apparently was too horrible to remember.  After years of courses, est seminars, and workshops, I finally returned, to the same class in the same classroom, almost 20 years later, and completed the class with flying colors, even singing a song at the end.  I then went on to earn my BA and then my MA and today I am not nearly as shy as I once was.  This is still a powerful factor for me however.

   Another factor related to how much or how little I have done over the years relates to a series of persons, often men about my same age, who went out of their way to belittle, berate, harass, and condemn me and my work and ideas.  From comments such as “There are more of Matt’s dumb ideas” (from a boss), to “You’re lucky to live in a time when you can question such things” (a professor), to the Chair of my graduate school department beginning an in house graduation ceremony with the words, “THERE ARE NO GENIUS’S HERE!” to people just plain laughing out loud at my work, these events combined with my innate shyness and self doubt to make for devastating setbacks.  Looking back at these petty remarks, possibly related to bruised egos unable to consider anyone rising above their high states of intelligence or mighty accomplishments in any way, or threatened by something they could not understand which might change the nature of what they believe in, etc., I am indeed sorry I took these things, and people, so seriously.  I do take responsibility retroactively for reacting so strongly and for not walking around them and sticking to my guns and forwarding my work anyway.  This was in fact my fault, even if at the time it did not seem that way.   I am also sorry for not doing more in these cases for the people who came after me and fell into the influence of these folks.  That is a very sad thing indeed.

   One last factor I’ll mention in answer to the question of why I did not do more having known these things over all these years is that, in a way, I did not really “know” these things as fact at all.  I was hypnotized and asleep in many ways just like the rest of us into thinking that things were going to be alright and that things could not really be so bad and ”THEY would not let things get too bad, right?”, etc.  It has only been in the last few years that things have really been coming together and that my doubts have subsided and my confidence grown.  

   In some real and spooky ways, the world is like this new film coming out, “Invasion” (apparently a sort of remake of “The Invasion of The Body Snatchers”) in that one must really watch what one says to whom wherever one goes for fear of being seen as out of the norm or as a danger to the popular Paradigm, etc.   It’s a spooky scary world out there and I have just made the decision to risk my very life to launch this site and say the things that I do.  It’s that important to me and I am not willing to sit by and just no nothing anymore.

   I am at once sorry I did not do more, and I am proud that I am still alive and forwarding my work against the odds and in the face of extreme prejudice.  Now, in 2007, I am most definitely not alone in answering this question, “why did I not do more?”, and these are both exciting and horrific times in which to be alive.

   And, now I will try to do more.

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Poem
    I wrote the following poem/song when I was in my BA program and at the time it felt like a way of dealing with the above problem...why I did not do more to make the world a better place.  For some reason it came out with an Irish accent and in sort of an Irish ballad style though I have no Irish blood in my family history, and I mean no disrespect for Irish folks and of course place no more blame than on any other humans on the planet.  I suppose I consider Ireland to be a prime example of the true, pure, and green beauty of Earth overall, so this is probably why I gravitated toward this style when I dreamt up the tune. 
   In the song, the word "I" generally includes all of us human beings and it is sort of an acceptance of responsibility song.  It is like saying we are sorry to the very last living whale to swim in the seas of Earth.

"Song to the Whale children", 1997


I was alive when the air was so sweet

I was alive with green grass at my feet

The sky was so blue

The moon a bright white


The ocean was green


And birds sang in the night


I was alive when the air was so sweet
 

I was alive with green grass at my feet


I poisoned the water


I polluted the air


I heard the Whales crying


And I’d no time to care


I started the wars


And I spread the disease


People stood idly by as I cut down the trees


I was alive when the air was so sweet


I was alive with green grass at my feet


I watched the TV


I filled up my tank


I went off to work


And then to the bank


I saw it all coming
 

I read every sign


The nuclear nightmare


Was by my design


I was alive when the air was so sweet

I was alive with green grass at my feet.

  

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