I lay quietly on the bed upstairs.
While lying on the quilt, I looked up and shut
my eyes. The room’s deck door was open
and a slight breeze blew through. I heard Ed’s
cows mooing on the distant mountain side. A
dog barked between moos as well. It was close to
The Standing Committee decided a mainland Committee
will “filter” Hong Kong’s future chief executive candidates.
Does this deviate from “one country, two systems”?
How does the average Hong Kong citizen view this
development? What will the democracy protestors
accomplish? What percentage of the Hong Kong population
will remain simply indifferent? Sovereignty transferred
Fukuyama correctly boiled down our own state pretty
well in his “America in Decay” piece concluding “…the
decay of American politics will probably continue until
some external shock comes along to catalyze a true
Kissinger’s “The Assembly of a New World Order” illuminates
the failure of the IOs to help maintain stability. He correctly
notes the “authority vacuum” which has impeded the European
experiment. This will be its downfall, understandably. His inter-
national order paradox is subject, however. Globalization does
not bring about international order. Sovereignty maintains order.
Culture impedes globalization. A state should still be held account-
able for its citizens’ actions. This remains, however, largely the
responsibility of the state harmed. This may be in part the IO’s
domain as well. It is old school and continues to be the solution
regarding the “regionalization” issue. One or two countries cannot
and should not police the globe, inevitably imposing their mores.
Countries go broke attempting to do so. “What do we seek to prevent,
no matter how it happens, and if necessary alone”? This might be
the only question truly needed among his many. The answer
is the prevention of harm to American citizens at home coupled perhaps
with the maintenance of US sovereignty. Caution though with the “no matter
how it happens”! Remember the Constitution? Back to Washington, open
trade and few or no alliances. Tough medicine, but it’s often best to
keep things simple.
By the way, the further proliferation of arms in the Middle East will
most likely only result in further “Blow Back”. Arms proliferation is
most disconcerting. This is known by policy makers. How to prevent
it is somewhat unknown. States should be mopping up arms rather than
furnishing additional weapons.
Earlier today I rode through the Swan, passing the many lakes in
the region while looking into the Missions along the West and Swans
bordering the Bob Marshall to the East. Green pines on both sides,
the occasional logging roads which I’ve traveled in the past, and
numerous Labor Day Airstreams cruising by as well. It is a bit too
early for the yellow in the hills, but it won’t be long. There were
two fresh berry filled Grizzly scat piles though. Above Crystal
and Turquoise, the Wolf still had plenty of last season’s snow deep
in its pockets. There was no snow above Holland.
I cycled by a spot along the Clearwater where Molly and I had a
garden wedding twenty year’s ago. Mind numbing. Thoughts of old
friends in the East resurfaced. We’ve kept up somewhat online through
Over the three day weekend I was sucked into some garbage on the Boob
Tube while at someone’s lake retreat. Other than soccer, I’ve not watched
the Tube in quite a while. Not sure of the last time, actually. I tempered
things with a few Hermann Sudermann short stories: The Indian Lilly, The
Song of Death, Autumn, Thea and others. Old, but still interesting reads.
Sudermann captured the often mindless nature of mankind pretty well.
I got up from the bed and ate a peanut butter sandwich while reading a
magazine. The In Memoriam section, simply a list of writers’ names,
covered a full right hand column, top to bottom. I stopped there, throwing
it soberly into the circular file. Our stay is brief. We leave journals.
Shortly thereafter, I asked myself if I should use the laptop again? Not sure,
I watered the tomato plants and flowers. I looked on the iPad for a new
leather arm guard. My left inner wrist is still a bit purple from shooting
the longbow late last week. Practice in the back yard. Meditation. Not a bow
The kids settled in finally after their long Labor Day weekend-
concluding today after first riding a teammate’s jet ski
on Seeley and then soccer and volleyball practice once back
in Missoula. I don’t recall past practices on Labor Day. I
do recall breaking the rules and jumping off of the Squash
Courts into the pool. Adults on Labor Day swimming in their
suits and neckties. I recall trying to get greased
watermelons out of the deep end. Things have changed a
bit. But, a little more practice probably won’t hurt either,
I decided to go ahead again with the laptop, tapping out
another journal entry. I also posted someone’s English
Black Poplar photo on Pinterest under a newly created
“Trees” – Why not? Maybe I can find some old Birch
and Cottonwood photos from the Blackfoot Reservation I
took in the Lower Two Medicine area during a past fall.
Glacier is beautiful in September and October. Maybe
I’ll go grouse hunting. First I have to pick up