22 December 2017

It's Not Seventh Heaven



Sometimes specific situations seem like a microcosm of your entire life.

Between July and October, our company moved to a new building. There are more than a thousand people crammed into eight floors of mostly open space, and more are coming. Some like it, many don’t. For me, there are some definite pros and just a few cons. But this week I realized a big con.

I was among the first to move at the beginning of August. I have my own room, which functions as my office and my classroom. Each of the other teachers have similar office/classrooms, each of us on a different floor. Being on the seventh floor, I am the furthest removed from the others and, as I see now, the most isolated.

Having my own office is great, mostly. I can work without interruption, mostly. The noise in the hallways or from adjacent meeting rooms can make it difficult to concentrate sometimes, but that’s not a serious problem, mostly. And I have a private place to relax, have my morning coffee, or eat lunch in peace, which is a luxury afforded to very few in the building. For that, I am very fortunate.

And until recently, my room was a place where friends could stop by to talk for a while. Enjoying the company of good people who I know and like, for a half hour or more, has always been one of the highlights of my day. And even when you don't sit and talk, it's always nice to see a special face when walking to or from the rest room, etc. and stop to say hello and chat for just a few minutes. There were always at least a few such people on my floor, which made visiting easy.

But not any longer.

People are constantly moved from one floor to another as project teams jockey for space and try to get their people as close to each other as possible. This week, the last of my friends on the seventh floor was relocated far below. Now there is no one left.

There are a few familiar faces on the seventh floor, but very few and none who I know well. They are barely acquaintences. The vast majority are complete strangers. At the coffee point and elsewhere, all I see most of the time are blank, generic faces.

Each floor in our building seems to exist in isolation from the others. People tend to meet up with those on their own floors, only venturing further for their closest friends. If you aren’t on the same floor or aren’t particularly close, you just don’t bother.

My teaching colleagues are on lower floors, and I almost never see them. Everyone is “too busy” to make time to maintain the working relationships we had when we shared a room. Make no mistake: having a private, individual workspace is far better, but there is something wrong with a “team” that never makes time to meet. We have pretty much become strangers to one another. It’s not a team at all.

One person, whom I consider my best friend in the company, used to come up for lunch or coffee at least several times a week. I enjoyed those visits immensely. But nothing good lasts, and her project requirements have cut those meetings down to maybe once in two weeks. It’s not her fault; some projects can be pretty demanding. I was spoiled for a time, but that’s life.

So when my last friend on the seventh floor moved away early this week, it was the end of easy socializing for me. I realized today that I am in isolation on the seventh floor. I have a few hours of classes with students who are nice people, mostly, but not “friends.” And beyond that, I work alone, eat lunch alone, walk the floor alone – spend my work time alone. 

I am in exile.

And at this holiday time of year, which behind the colorful trees, decorations, music and merriment, always carries a dark reminder just below the surface that I exist here alone, my day on the seventh floor is a real reflection of my life.


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29 July 2017

Repeal the 17th Amendment or Abolish the Senate


The United States federal government is a mess. It is a bloated, ineffective bureaucracy that wastes money by the billions, overly controls people’s lives, and runs completely contrary to the original intent of the nation’s founders.

It is run by a self-serving governing elite in Washington who get themselves elected only to enrich themselves and their benefactors, not to do right by the people, are as detached from the people as medieval monarchs used to be, and are supported by a “deep state” monolith of entrenched career bureaucrats who view themselves as sort of mid-level “rulers” over the people they are supposed to be serving.

The government “of the people, by the people and for the people” has become a government “of the ‘elites,’ by the lawyers, and for the special interests.”

The Washington political establishment is, as our current president likes to say, “a swamp.” It has taken many decades, well over a century, to create this swollen, tangled and corrupt swamp, and draining it will not be easy. In fact, short of a complete national catastrophe, it might be just about impossible.

One of the worst parts of this Washington swamp, and a part that could be reformed, is the United States Senate. At best, the Senate is ineffective. At worst it is the people’s second worst enemy after the bureaucracy.

Something needs to be done about the Senate.

A Bit of Historical Background


The United States was envisioned by its founders as just that: a union of individual, sovereign states – not a single, homogeneous, amorphous blob of a country. The states had different characters, cultures and interests. In framing the Constitution so that these individual states could bind themselves together successfully into a unified country, they knew they had to carefully balance the rights of these states with those that the states would surrender to a federal government.

The balancing act included a number of provisions that we commonly call the “checks and balances” of government. The federal government was divided into three branches – executive, legislative and judicial – which had specific functions and responsibilities, and even more important, the ability to check the power of the other two branches. At that time, a “deep state” bureaucracy could not even have been imagined.

But at the nation’s founding, the “balance of powers” was more about balancing power between the federal government and the states than it was about balancing power among the branches of the federal government. Many of the founders were highly suspicious of a powerful central government and insisted that the states must be strong to protect the rights of the people and prevent the central government from overpowering and imposing the will of a governing elite on the people.

One way to give the states significant power in the policies and operation of the federal government was the United States Senate. The founders divided the legislative branch – the Congress – into two houses: the House of Representatives, to directly represent the people, and the Senate, to represent the governments of the states.

The people would elect their representatives to the House every two years, and the number of representatives would reflect the population. As population grew, new House districts would be added and the number of representatives would increase. States with large populations would have more representatives than states with smaller populations, but this did not matter because Congressmen were supposed to directly represent the people, not the states.

If this were the only form of a federal legislature, it was clear that more populous states would dominate the smaller states; thus, the rights of the smaller states would be in danger of being trampled on by the larger ones. At the time of the convention, there was no way that Delaware, Rhode Island, or other small states would ratify a Constitution that gave more rights to New York, Virginia, Massachusetts or Pennsylvania.

The founders knew also that a straight democracy was not the best form of government for a country. Direct democracy can work for a town or city, but because people’s passions can be easily enflamed, a straight democracy can result in tyranny almost as sure as autocratic rule. So they created a republican form of democracy.

As part of that republican democracy, and to ensure that the interests of the states were served equally, the legislative branch included a second, “higher” chamber made up of representatives of the states: the Senate. Each state was to have two representatives to the Senate, each selected by the legislature of that state, so that the states would have equal power in that body.

The essence of a senator’s duty was to act as a sovereign representative of his (there were no women in government at that time) state in the federal government. Fisher Ames, a member of the Massachusetts committee for ratification of the Constitution referred to senators as “ambassadors of their states” to the federal government.

The Senate also adopted a number of procedures and rules that differed greatly from the House of Representatives. For many purposes, a motion required two-thirds of the members to approve measures, instead of just a simple majority. In the current Senate, with 100 total members, for example, the threshold for passage of many bills is 60, not 51.

And only the Senate employs the maneuver called a filibuster, where one member can keep the floor as long as he or she (there are women there now) is able, and in so doing can hold up or even block a measure from being voted on.

The framers had it basically right. The system did provide a greater balance of power between the states and the federal government and kept Washington from taking too much power… for a time.

Bad Things Happened


The first bad thing that happened was the Civil War. When a group of southern states decided that the federal government had gone too far in infringing on their economic rights over the issue of slavery, they decided to secede from the union and form a new confederation. They were wrong, of course, to practice and insist on continuing slavery. But I am not so sure that they were wrong to insist on upholding their rights against the federal government.

The southern states lost the war and, in that loss, they also lost – for all the states – a large portion of their sovereignty. In winning the war, and in actions taken in the following decades, the federal government became stronger and exercised even greater power over the states and the people.

The Main Point: The 17th Amendment


During the 19th century, there were a number of people who argued that senators should be popularly elected by the people of their states and not by the state legislatures. State legislatures were seen as corrupt, and it was viewed as easy for aspiring senators to “buy votes” from those state legislators. By contrast, it was naively assumed that in a popular vote, corruption would not play a part.

In fact, corruption did exist in many of the legislatures, just as it existed in cities and counties all across America and in the federal government itself. The 19th century was a particularly corrupt time in American history. Some of the most famous stories of American political corruption came out of big cities in the second half of the that century – the Democrat Tammany Hall political machine in New York, for example.

Eventually, in the early 20th century, the 17th Amendment to the Constitution, for the popular election of senators, was passed and ratified. This, along with several other “progressive” (socialist) ideas – like the 16th Amendment, the national income tax – had been successfully pushed by the administration of one of America’s worst presidents, Woodrow Wilson. It was seen as a reform to counter the corruption.

But eventually, leading up to the present, the 17th Amendment created a whole new and much larger kind of corruption in the election of senators. Even worse, it has completely trashed the founders’ notion of the Senate as a balance on behalf of the states. In fact, all the Senate is now is a place where good ideas go to die and where senators get immensely wealthy.

What’s Wrong with the Senate


Popular election of senators created a body in which the members no longer represented their state governments. They used to take the positions of their state legislators and governors with them to the Senate floor, and their arguments were (ideally) based on what was in the best interests of their states.


But now, they totally ignore what’s best for their states. They are representatives of their political parties, not the states or even the people. Even worse, they are bought and paid for by special interests: corporations, labor unions, banks and other financial interests, religious or antireligious interests, hardcore environmentalists, social identity interests, and the list goes on.

The 17th Amendment promised an end to corruption in the selection of senators, but in every election millions of dollars pour into key state races from outside of those states. The money comes from the national Democratic or Republican parties and from the many special interests. It may not be corruption in the classical sense, but it is all about outside interests working to influence the election within the state. If you are a Libertarian, Green or other “independent” trying to get elected to a Senate seat, you haven’t got a chance because of the power of outside money.

The worst part of this is that senators now are almost completely detached from their states. They don’t stand up for the rights of their states or the people of those states because they are part of the federal establishment in Washington. Their money and support comes from the lobbyists who haunt the halls of Congress and from the national political parties.

Ostensibly, there are now only two competing interests in the Senate: the Republicans vs. the Democrats. But in reality, it is the Washington political “establishment” (Republicans and Democrats together) against the people of all the states. States hardly matter anymore, but they should.

Repeal the 17th Amendment or Abolish the Senate


I would love to see the 17th Amendment repealed and the founders’ original intent in the Constitution reinstated. If our senators were selected by the state legislatures, I believe they would be more responsive to their states and, in turn, to the people of those states.

Today, we have greater means to catch the kind of corruption that the proponents of the 17th Amendment were so concerned about. And if the corrupt power of the national parties and special interests over the senators could be broken, the Senate might actually be able to get something accomplished.

I would also like to see some kind of meaningful control over the influence of the national political parties and – especially – special-interest money in all our elections, at every level. There is no doubt that running for office requires money, and that giving money to a political candidate is a form of free speech. But there has to be a line drawn between the regular citizen supporting a candidate and a megawealthy corporation essentially “buying” that politician.

But if the 17th Amendment can’t be repealed, then perhaps we need an amendment to simply abolish the Senate altogether. The original intent of the Senate has been completely lost, and it no longer serves a useful purpose. Even worse, with its arcane rules and procedures, it often prevents good legislation from the House from getting enacted.

Those rules and procedures worked a long time ago when the purpose of the Senate was to protect the rights of the states against the federal government or the threat of direct democratic tyranny from the House. But now those rules and procedures are just used by the political parties to fight with one another or by the political “elites” to kill anything that might actually benefit the people at the expense of the “ruling class” and their benefactors.

Either way, the Senate needs to revert back to its original purpose, or it has to go.

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23 July 2017

Big Change


Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about change. For some time now, I’ve been feeling a very strong urge to make a major change, a redirection of my life. It seemed increasingly like this meant leaving Ukraine, but I haven't had a good vision of what would be next if I left. Plus, I've had this nagging feeling that I still have unfinished business here.

But a pretty big change is now underway. In less than two weeks, I will be leaving the apartment I’ve called home for more than eight years to move into a new place. This isn’t as big a change as moving to another country, but changing apartments will suffice for now until the future becomes clearer.


Another reason for thinking about change is that this week will mark 10 years since I sold my dream home in the mountains of Colorado to make the move to Ukraine. One sunny day in late July, 2007, after all the papers had been signed and money exchanged, and after final packing and cleaning, I drove away from that beautiful place for the last time.


I still feel some sadness when I think of the sacrifice I made. But then, just as now, I had a strong need for change, and the change I was making required me to sell the house and be financially free to go off on my new adventure. It was all about change – it was always about change.

Change: the Only Thing that Doesn’t Change


A very well-known saying holds that “the only constant is change.”

Things change around us constantly. Usually the changes are small, building up over time. You never really see the changes in your own face in the mirror day after day, but look at a photo from 10 years ago and you wonder what the hell happened.

Everything changes. Our circles of friends and acquaintances change. The people who were part of my close circle at the start of this Ukrainian adventure are now either on the fringe or gone altogether. One is still a very real part of my world but living far away. The people around me now are different. It’s all changed.

Over the course of years, things can change so much that when you recall past people, places and events, you wonder whether they really happened at all. The present can be so different that those past episodes of your life seem more like dreams or movies than reality. I wrote more about this in a post several years ago called Life at the Speed of Time.

Major Change


Most of the change in our lives happens in small, gradual steps over time. But the changes that really get our attention are the big ones, the changes that are so great that they abruptly set us off in a new direction. These are the changes that represent milestones in our lives, things like graduating from college, getting married, having children, getting divorced, changing jobs, changing where you live, and of course, the death of someone close.

Some people really embrace big change; they become bored with their routines and find that a big change energizes them and makes life more interesting again. For most of my life, this has been my story.

Others resist change. They find comfort in being grounded, in having the safety and security of knowing what to expect tomorrow, in having everything be stable. They don’t like their boat to be rocked. Instead of being energized by change and looking forward to something better, they are terrified that things will be worse.

And there are others who are not really afraid of change but just don’t want to make the effort to change things. Maybe at one time they were the people who needed the energy that change brings, but now they’ve become kind of lazy and just settle for how things are. I fear that I’ve become this person in recent years.

Behind Schedule


As I mentioned at the beginning, I’ve been feeling an overriding need for change for at least the first half of this year, maybe longer. I’ve been feeling dissatisfied with certain aspects of my life fow some time and have gone too long without shaking up my world. Looking back, it seems that I had some kind of big shakeup at least every couple of years. Usually it involved changing my work – not just my job, but even my career – or the place I lived. Sometimes it meant relationship changes.

I’ve gone from student to naval intelligence officer to student (again); to public relations, lottery management and marketing communications; to project management in mining engineering and environmental remediation (with more government and public relations thrown in); to business management; and finally to teaching English as a second language. The only constant among all of those careers was my writing and editing work, but the styles certainly changed.

The biggest changes were in where I’ve lived. Growing up in a small Massachusetts town where the idea of an “exotic” trip was going to Cape Cod or New York, no one could have imagined that I’d not only visit so much of the world, but actually live in so many far-flung places: Colorado, California, Texas, Illinois, Japan, Guam, Peru, and a few others. And, of course, Ukraine.

If I wasn’t taking a new career direction, I was moving to some new locale – or sometimes back to a previous one for a time. But never for too long. After a two-year stint back in Massachusetts in the mid-1990s, I settled back into another 10-year stretch in beautiful Colorado. But in those 10 years, I lived in three different places, from an apartment in Denver, to a new house in the suburbs south of the city, and finally to my dream home in the mountains to the west.

Something always had to change. I always seemed to have an itch. I would be satisfied with a situation for some time, but then after a while I would feel that it wasn’t enough. There was always something more that I needed.

Maybe that’s why I’ve been so restless the past few years. I’ve lived in Kharkiv for almost all of the past decade and in one apartment since May 2009. For me, that’s a very long time. And I’ve been doing essentially the same work for even longer.

Maybe I’ve slowed down with age and don’t have the same passion for change that I used to have. Or maybe I’ve just gotten complacent and lazy. But no matter which it might be, change is coming, and I do feel excited.

One of the benefits of making one big change is that in the process you can take that energy of change and apply it to a bunch of small things too. That energy might be enough to help you turn those small changes into lasting habits for a better direction.

That’s the plan.

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23 April 2017

I Still Wonder...



A week ago, I wrote a post entitled Sometimes I Wonder. It was about simple thoughts that come to my mind, either because the subjects are really ridiculous, because they are something that has affected me deeply, because they are just things I’ve noticed, or maybe for no real reason at all.

I had enough material for one long post or for several shorter ones. I opted to make the first post relatively short, so here’s more:

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Sometimes I wonder why so many people – Americans, mainly – choose to board airplanes dressed as though they just got out of bed, are going to the swimming pool, or plan to just lie on the sofa, drink beer and watch TV all day. Sure, it’s good to be comfortable, especially on long flights, but when did having a little pride in your public appearance go so out of style?

And why would people assume that the rest of us have no problem sitting next to some grossly overweight guy in gym shorts, flip-flops and a sweaty T-shirt? It’s bad enough to have to see such people in stores and such (this is why I never go to Wal-Mart), but in airports and on the plane? Come on! Usually I am proud to be an American, but there are moments – like so often on airplanes – when I am embarrassed as hell.

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Sometimes I wonder why I get so badly afflicted with writer’s block, especially on work projects. No matter what I try, sometimes I just can’t get the wheels to turn and good stuff to come out.

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Sometimes I wonder if grizzly bears think people are tasty or just easy to catch.

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Sometimes I wonder what’s wrong with some pet owners. Why do they embarrass themselves (and their pets) by dressing the animals up in stupid-looking clothes and pretending that they are little people? Pets are not children. What kind of insanity is it to put a cat or dog in some absolutely ridiculous little costume, take a moronic photo, and then show it off to the world on Instagram or Facebook? They think they’re making their little darlings look “soooo cute,” but in reality they’re just making themselves look soooo stupid.

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And on the subject of pets, sometimes I wonder what possesses some people to bring their dogs into a restaurant, cafe or food store. And even worse, why do those establishments allow it? The last thing I want to see in a restaurant is a flea wagon at the table next to me or in the produce or meat section of the market. 

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Sometimes I wonder why anyone would voluntarily put a totally acidic substance – Coca Cola – into their stomachs. What that stuff does to you is just plain scary!

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Sometimes I wonder whether I will ever again know what it’s like to be completely free of pain.

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Sometimes I wonder what Neanderthal people were really like. I think it would be interesting to go back in time and see them.

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Sometimes I wonder what became of my truck after I sold it. And I wonder the same sometimes about my mountain house.

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Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to be normal.

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Sometimes (like this past week) I wonder why the city of Kharkiv always shuts off the heat too early and leaves the residents to freeze for a month or so until spring really gets going.

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Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if we had met under different circumstances and without so many years between us.

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Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be invisible, just for a while. But it would have to be in the summer unless it was possible for your clothes to be invisible too.

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Sometimes I wonder whether the world is teetering on the edge of the next major conflagration, when it will happen, and where it will start. (And I hope it won't start in Ukraine.)

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Sometimes I wonder why we often fall in love with someone whom it’s impossible to be with.

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Sometimes I wonder what happened to my passion. Where has my deep desire for writing gone? How has my joy for teaching English become almost completely extinguished? When did I lose my love of sports and working out (a long time ago, obviously)? It seems like even my passion for living has flittered away, and I don’t know how to get it back.

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Sometimes I wonder why so many people think that driving fast and dangerously in a piece of machinery that weighs several tons and can kill people is just some kind of fun and games. We see it in the U.S., of course, but it’s particularly bad here in Kharkiv. Young guys, especially in expensive cars, seem to think that the city streets are their personal racetracks, red lights are just suggestions, and other cars and pedestrians are annoying obstacles to either race around or maybe even hit. Sometimes I wonder how those people are even allowed to be on the road.

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Sometimes I wonder how crocodiles survived the asteroid that hit the Earth 65 million years ago and killed off all the dinosaurs.

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Sometimes I wonder why I bother trying to teach and encourage people to write correctly when all the world seems dead set to just write any way they feel like it. Why bother teaching proper punctuation when no one seems to care? Why try to get students to stop capitalizing common nouns when the corporate world capitalizes them all over the place (especially in marketing)? Why try to teach proper spelling when even other teachers can’t seem to get the difference between their and there? Why try to teach the difference between countable and uncountable nouns when corporate morons put out crap with “trainings,” “educations” and “advices”? And why try to do any of this when you constantly have to battle the confusion caused by differing national writing styles and even different style interpretations within the national styles? 

And don't even get me started on the effect the Internet has had on good writing.

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Sometimes I wonder what happened to the guy who used to actually teach positive thinking and power of intention seven years ago.

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Sometimes I wonder where I will go after my time in Ukraine is finished. (and whether that time is coming soon)

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Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I had stayed in the project management company and never come to Ukraine in the first place.

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For that matter, sometimes I wonder where I would be now if I had stayed in the navy for 20 years and gotten that lifetime, half-salary retirement package.

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And taking it even further, sometimes I wonder what would have happened if my parents had let me take piano lessons as a child like I wanted and not made me play the stupid trumpet.

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Sometimes I wonder whether we really have free choice in life. Are we all simply fated to make the choices we make and follow the paths we follow? Or are there really completely different life journeys for us, perhaps in an alternative universe?

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Sometimes I wonder if I’m as good a person as I imagine myself to be.

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Sometimes I wonder if I’m as bad a person as I imagine myself to be.

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And that’s enough for this edition. It’s time to get back to writing real stuff.