5 December 2017

At The Mansion: A Quiet Kind Of Clothes Drive

By: Jon Katz

Clothes Drive: Red and Ken.

It takes a very special kind of person to work at the Mansion. I learned yesterday that three of the Mansion staff logged out after their workday several times this week and went to a nearby extreme care facility to visit two of the Mansion residents who had been hospitalized. This happens again and again, the staff's dedication to the residents transcends hours and pay.

The word is getting around, the Mansion now has a waiting list of people who want to come there, and who insist on returning they after their hospital and nursing home visits. It is not simple to run a Medicaid facility, but you can feel the ethos of care and concern that permeates the Mansion, that feeling was what first drew me to the place. They care.

I am struggling this week to figure out how to help the Mansion residents who need some clothes for the winter, and in general. I met a couple who moved to the Mansion recently and who arrived with three Wal-Mart bags and nothing else. The staff went out and bought them some clothes,and I have been bringing them some clothes.

Getting clothes for the Mansion residents is a bit tricky. Most of them have enough clothes, only four or five need clothes by my reckoning. The staff will usually tip me off if someone's  clothing needs are urgent. I don't call for a general clothing drive because the Army of Good will send far more clothes than are needed, and it is difficult for people far away to know what is needed and get the right sizes.

I brought Ken, above, some sweaters, he had no winter clothing.

I think clothes is such a personal thing that I can – sometimes with staff help – get to a thrift shop or go online and get the clothes that are needed. Again, most residents have what they need.

This week, I've been distributing wool hats and scarves, and a few sweaters and jackets. I know of two people in real need for clothes and I'll see if I can take care of that this weekend.

Tomorrow, I'm bringing Art a collection of Bible stories. I'm bringing Bill two books by Armistead Maupin,  the gay writer who has chronicled life in San Francisco for some years. I am distributing scarves tomorrow to people who want them..

Clothes are not expensive around here, and I think I have a good fix now on what's needed. Our winters are severe, and it is important that the residents be able to go outside and walk. The right winter clothes make that possible.

Lots of good stuff coming up in the Mansion. Saturday, we are taking a van load of people to the Hubbard Hall Arts Center's annual Christmas breakfast.. Next week, the annual Christmas Party will be on the 14th, the Sleigh Ride on the 15th. I met with Morgan Jones, the new Mansion Director today and I proposed a pizza lunch to welcome the New Year. She loved the idea.

Thanks for your support of this work, we are touching and changing lives. If you wish to support the Mansion aid program, you can send donations to my post office box, P.O. Box 205, Cambridge, N.Y., 12816, or via Paypal, [email protected] There is currently $1,100 in the  Mansion/Refugee account. Please mark donations as "Mansion/Refugee Fund." Thanks.

Tomorrow afternoon, I'm going to Albany to meet with Mawulidi Diodone Majaliwa, to give him the money for his carvings and also to present RISSE, the refugee and immigrant support center in Albany,  with a check for 25 per cent of his carving earnings, at his request. I hope to return with additional carvings to sell before Christmas.

It has been a good week for the Mansion residents, and a good week for Mawulidi, a refugee from the Congo.

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It’s A Men’s Problem. Learning What No One Ever Taught

By: Jon Katz

It's A Men's Problem

When I was a teenager, I experienced some of the most powerful and troubling physical impulses of my life.

They were sexual, I had entered puberty in my mid teens and was perpetually aroused and tormented. It felt as if my body had gone mad, beyond my control.

I remember having erections that were embarrassing – they were often visible – and kept me from sleeping for weeks on end. I was often afraid to go to school or without a jacket covering my groin.

I remember that these feelings were not pleasant, but painful and intensely uncomfortable. There was little I would not have done to release them or be rid of them.

These sexual impulses were overwhelming, and at times, barely controllable, even uncontrollable.

My friends and I pursued women whenever we could and tried to have sex with them whenever possible. That was almost always foremost in our minds.

We masturbated whenever we could and as often as we could. I suppose our parents knew but never spoke of it.

It was the closest I have ever come to feeling like an animal and being like an animal.

As aroused as we were, my friends and I never, to my knowledge, forced ourselves on anyone, although we tried often to persuade women to have sex with us. We were sometimes pushy and obnoxious in that way, it was always on our minds.

That was the way in which we came to know women, and the beginnings of the failure of many men to understand them or see them as equal human beings with the right to dignity.

I wish someone had prepared me for it.

One of the interesting things about that period for me was that I never once mentioned what I was going through to anyone – my father, my mother, my family, my friends, my teachers, or uncles.

No one ever spoke to me about these impulses, or ever discussed the dangers of acting on them, or appropriate ways to respond to them.  No one talked of the importance of understanding no, only the importance of yes. To have sex was a victory, to fail a defeat.

At times, that was my only understanding of women – as a way to get relief from the impulses that seemed to have taken over my body. I never thought once about how women felt about me or the other men, nor did we ever speak to them about their feelings about sex and love.

These impulses were often stronger than my own reserve and moderation, my own innate sense of decency.  There were no rewards for restraint.

I do not claim to understand what these powerful harassers in the news today were thinking or feeling, but I do  wonder about the impulses and addictions that they could not control. I was a journalist for many years, and while I can't speak for all men, I can say with some confidence that these men knew better, they knew what they were doing was wrong.

What, I wonder, overcame their morality and empathy?

This is a secret world I am talking about. It is simply never discussed.  In fact, this is the first time I have ever mentioned my own early sexual experiences to anyone other than Maria.

We do not have any secrets from one another.

I have no harassment stories to confess to or apologize for from back then, unless it is the growing understanding that almost all men are complicit in this brutalizing and exploitation and harassment of women.

It seems to be built not only into the biology of men, but into the cultural and political structures of the country, and the way in which men are raised.

To me, harassment is a men's problem, not a women's problem. They are victims, but the problem is men's to own and talk about and fix. Since we do most of it, we must work to stop it.

More than 99 per cent of all rapes are committed by men in America.

Without men, rape would hardly exist in our society.

When I was an executive producer at CBS News, I saw the corrupting and corrosive effect on men of power. Power is dangerous, it is an aphrodisiac, it does make some men feel invincible and entitled and immortal, it does transform them and quite often brings out their worst angels, or perhaps demons is a better word.

I saw that a lot, it was a major reason I was eager to leave television, along with my bosses's eagerness to have me go.

These powerful impulses left me long ago, and I do not really know where or when it was I got the idea that abusing or exploiting women in this way was wrong.

I must have come to it myself somehow, since no one ever talked to me about it, or told me what was right or wrong when it came to men's treatment of women. I just seemed to know that it was wrong,  that kind of cruelty and domination did not ever seem like sex or love to me. What kind of man – what kind of person – treats another human being in that way? The answer is many people, and they are mostly men.

It seems to me, this has nothing to do with sex, but mostly with power.

I knew what it felt like to be dominated and assaulted and harassed, I could not do it to anyone else.  All my life, I have heard men speak in awe and wonder at other men who brag about their sexual conquests. I have rarely, if ever,  heard a man praise another man for treating women well and with sensitivity.

Over these past few weeks, as the harassment issue becomes more and more politicized – the existence of a "left" and a "right" seems a far greater threat to the country to me than the Russians – it has become even more difficult for us to come to understand what is happening inside the psyches of men that causes them to harass and dominate women, often in the most brutal and degrading of ways.

Harassment is now okay  on one level – approved at the highest levels of politics – if it advances a political agenda. You can harass all the women you want in the name of the left, or the right. It doesn't matter if it's wrong, there is no wrong in that shameless world.

That is not the message young men need to hear. Some things – harassment and rape – are much worse than a legislative defeat.

This week, I finally e-mailed a friend and mentor who has been accused of sexual harassment, and has admitted that the accusations against him are true. He was fired, and lost everything. He thinks he may never find work again. His wife is terrified, they can no longer pay the college tuition for their son.  He said he was ashamed of himself.

I wasn't sure what to say to him. I avoided him for weeks.

I asked him how he was and expressed the hope he was getting help. He was  sad, and seemed very regretful in his messages. He referred to impulses and needs that had simply overtaken his moral judgment and ethics.

They were much more powerful than he had recognized or seen.

He seemed sincere to me, he seemed broken, as if he had awakened from a trance.

He said it was all like being in a fever, he simply left his own self respect at times. He said he knew that was no excuse, that there was no excuse. It was an understanding that he was coming to.

He could not explain to himself how he left his morality was left behind as he abused women in gross ways and humiliated himself and his family. What will I tell my children, he asked me?

I said  nothing, but wondered to myself why he didn't think of that sooner.

A good rule for men is to always stop and ask what their children might think of the way they treat women. I stopped myself from having an affair once long ago by doing that. It works.

My friend also never discussed his impulses with anyone, he said. There was no place for him to go. Women can now to go HR with complaints of harassment, he said, but men cannot go anywhere and talk about the sex drives and impulses that sometimes overwhelm their own moral values and humanity. No man who did that would be employed for long, or ever be promoted.

Yesterday, I read a heartfelt and thoughtful piece by Billy Bush, the TV host whose career was destroyed by his proximity to the bloviating Donald Trump and his Hollywood Access tapes. Surprisingly, I found Bush's piece to be one of the best things I have seen men write about the harassment scandals wracking the corporate, media and entertainment worlds.

"I have faith," Bush wrote, "that when the hard work of exposing these injustices is over, the current media drama of who did what to whom will give way to a constructive dialogue between mature men and women in the workplace and beyond.

The activist and gender-relations expert Jackson Katz has said that this is not a women's issue – it's a men's issue. That's a great place to start, and something I have real thoughts about – but is a story for another day."

Amen to that.

Good for you, Billy, I thought, you are becoming a man.

You were debased and debased yourself by applauding  Mr. Trump and his disgusting comments to you.

In your response, you are reclaiming your own dignity and honor by being thoughtful and honest.

You have paid an awful price, and it seems to have done you some good. "Today," Bush wrote, "is about reckoning and reawakening, and I hope it reaches all the guys on the bus." Not yet, but maybe one day soon.

I watched Jackson Katz's (no relation) Ted Talk about men last night and it also gave me hope that men may  begin to think and talk about how violent behaviors – in politics, the school yard, the NFL, and especially with women – are tied to the definitions of manhood that dominate our culture.

In Washington, winning is everything, there is nothing else. That's what Katz means.

When I was a kid, we young men thought that pursuing women sexually and conquering them was a sign of manhood, of strength and virility.

It was something we were supposed to do if we were real men.

We were praised for it, it made us seem bigger, when it fact it was making us smaller. I can't help but wonder if those weren't the lessons so many men carried into their adult lives, when they should have known better.

Perhaps because of the abuse I suffered, I somehow came to see violence against women as a sign of weakness and cowardice, not of strength.

I had no role models to teach me this, and have rarely, if ever, discussed this with anyone.

I am in awe of these brave women who have put this issue on the dinner table of every awake home in America. They are so much braver than the men who assaulted and harassed them.

But I also believe that somehow, there needs to be a much deeper conversation with young men and now, I see, older men as well,  about their bodies and drives and impulses. About how to control themselves and not hurt women and upend their own lives.

We need to find better way of being real men and understanding and teaching manhood. Like nurturing our wives and children, listening to women, supporting their advance through society so they can protect us and others from ourselves until we can  learn to protect ourselves and others from us. And choosing leaders who stand for something other than themselves.

I have to take responsibility for what men are doing to women, to their sons and brothers, to the world. It all seems like the same thing to me, all of the same piece – our behavior is unacceptable and causing great harm, even catastrophe.

That does not have to be what we are about. It is not what I am about, but for a flick of fate, it could easily have been what I am about.

It is in me, too, I am sure of it.

Billy Bush showed us what it means to be a real man in his piece this  week. Our President could have done a lot of good if he took responsibility and did some thinking about something other than his own survival,  the way Bush, his enabler, did.

I think Billy Bush will be all right.

"On a personal note," he wrote, "this last year has been an odyssey, the likes of which I hope to never face again; anger, anxiety, betrayal, humiliation, many selfish, but I hope, understandable emotions. But these have given way to light, both spiritual and intellectual. It's been fortifying. I know that I don't need the accouterments of fame to know God and be happy. After everything over the last yer, I think I'm a better man and father to my three teenage daughters – far from perfect, but better."

I've said all of my life that the only men I can love are those who have been tortured as children or humiliated as adults. They have to be shocked into awakening. But it's all in there, it has to be.

So this is all a message for men, who can't be perfect, but can be better. Can we overcome so much baggage, thousands of years of seeing women in this awful way? I don't know. Something is happening, and it is important.

This is our problem, almost every woman alive seems to have been hurt by it, but they can't ultimately resolve it. That falls on us.

Bush has learned the hard way what nobody ever bothered to teach him. There are lots of lessons in that. And in so doing, he seems to have become a real man.

This is a men's problem. Calling it a women's problem takes men off the hook. Right now, it seems the hook is finding us.

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Harmony Reigns, The Peaceable Kingdom

By: Jon Katz

Living In Harmony

I like to think of Bedlam Farm as a Peaceable Kingdom. The animals here get along, they do not hurt one another. I love how the sheep have adapted so quickly to the presence of dogs that are, to say the least, odd and unconventional. I can only imagine what the border collie snobs are thinking when they see photos of Gus and Fate carrying out their version of sheep herding.

Actually, I don't have to imagine it, I know quite well what they think. They think I am a demon. The sheep here, on the other hand, are fat and happy.

They rarely pay any attention to Fate, who likes to herd them into a tight circle and keep them there. This, I see, over time, works and it is her contribution.

Gus is not a herding dog, he just wants to do what the herding dogs do. Once in awhile, he challenges the sheep and tries to do what Red does. Sometimes, he tries to do what Fate does, but he can't keep up with her for long.  Mostly, he comes up to the sheep and licks them on the nose.

He has made friends with a number of them, and they no longer bother to chase him away or worry about him. Red keeps his distance from this foolishness and watches over things, intervening when there's trouble. If the sheep are butting Fate or bothering her, Red will move in behind her and quiet them down. Fate thinks she's tough.

As far as Red is concerned, Gus is on his own. He does not intervene to protect him although Gus will often run and stand behind Red, the safest place to be in a pasture.

The Peaceable Kingdom reigns here, a feeling of harmony and contentment.

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Herding: Team Bedlam, A Place Of Uproar and Confusion

By: Jon Katz

Team Bedlam

The sheep don't have a chance, and I think they know it. Team Bedlam lines up every morning together inside of the gate, and just a few feet from the sheep feeder. Red keeps order, he locks onto the sheep and keeps them in place, rounding up strays and rebels.

Fate waits for Red to make a move, and then she charges the sheep, doing her out runs in tight circles that keep them together (that is, when they are paying attention to her at all).  Gus chases after Red, then Fate, and sometimes the sheep.

Once in a while, he will plant himself in front of the sheep and bark at them, daring them to move. Sometimes they do, sometimes they don't.

Red keeps it all together, undeterred by the two crazy dogs running around him. Team Bedlam is formidable and chaotic.  People often ask me where the name "Bedlam" came from, the inspiration was from London, from a mental hospital once called Bedlem, which gave birth to the term "Bedlam."

It means a place of chaos and confusion. That's me, that's us.

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4 December 2017

After Ten Days: The Iphone X. A Happy Choice For Me

By: Jon Katz

The Iphone X

I've had the Iphone X for ten days now, and while I'm not in the business of telling other people what to buy or not to buy, I promised to share my first impressions and experiences, and I'm happy to do that. I hope it helps.

I want to start by cutting  through what I see as the worst hype surrounding this phone.

First: I do believe it is the most interesting and challenging piece of technology that i have seen since the first apple computer. Simply put, it is the future, for better or worse, and I can get on it now, or later. But we will all be on it, one way or another.

Artificial Intelligence is the next big wave, and I want to ride it, or at least understand it.

Second: I don't believe me or anyone else has to have this phone.

The Iphone 7 and 8 series are excellent phones with fine cameras and powerful processors and very functional phones. For me, this is a choice, not an obligation. I don't buy every new device just to keep up, there has to be some special meaning for me. And there is much in this new device.

Third. The hysteria about this phone being a radical departure from the others is just silly hype, concocted to challenge and draw the writers and members of the geek culture, who are nearly hysterical after the launch of any new Apple produce. I guess it is their moment in the geek sun.

I am no tech whiz, I was operating the phone in minutes. We are all different, what I need may not be what you need and what works for me may not work for you.

Over the last ten days, I have had to call Apple four times.

The first three  were issues relating to the set-up. Apple doesn't believe in manuals, and some of the gee-whiz software doesn't work on set-up. You are supposed to just set the new phone next to the old one, and when they connect, all of your data will be transferred. Nobody told the phones. This is a silly innovation, as the manual process works beautifully and took under three minutes.  Just because we can, doesn't mean we should.

The Apple Tech Support adviser said they were getting thousands of calls about it.

This was not a crisis, it occurs to some degree every time I buy a new phone.

The fourth incident involved a zoom box that kept appearing on the home page, and I couldn't get rid of it.  The phone worked, but this was annoying and distracting.

The solution was simple,I just had to turn the "zoom" feature off in  settings.

Apple's  tech support is legendary, and the praise is deserving. In each of the four calls – some at peak times – I never had to wait as long as a minute, and the issue was resolved instantly. Apple stands by this phone. When I needed help, I got it, instantly.

I don't need help any more.

All in all, it took less than a half hour to understand all of the new swipes and motions – there are very few. By the next morning, I was operating the phone quickly and easily and intuitively, and without thinking about it,  despite all the hand wringing about swiping down and sometimes having to use two hands.

Apart from the now standard messages from anonymous invasive souls on social media about ruining the environment, exploiting Chinese workers, being greedy, wasting money and stealing from others to pay for the phone, there was not one serious issue about the phone.

It works perfectly. It is fast, the screen is every bit as gorgeous and watchable as advertised – the hype was generous there, and true. I will say this phone is very different, which is not to say difficult. it it is not like any other phone I have had. It  forces me to think sometimes, and at other times, the phone speaks to me.

The new SIRI is much improved and very helpful to me, close to being a kind of secretary.

None of my bugs related to the hardware or the mechanisms of the phone. The much ballyhooed Face ID works seamlessly and so quickly I sometimes find it hard to believe it is scanning.

But when I hand it to a friend to open, it never does. It does know me.

I thought it was the old farts who are supposed to squawk about change, the young geeks are fragile.

I am having a blast with the  animated AI Emoji's that capture my eye and facial and lip movement. I sent some dirty Emoji's to Maria, and mistakenly sent one of them to a friend. I guess it wasn't especially dirty, my friend didn't even get the innuendo, she thought my rabbit face was adorable.

These Emoji's are fun, but more than they, they symbolize what it is coming, the potential uses for this technology are staggering, even frightening at times.

I especially love the AI sensibilities built into the Ten, for me the primary reason to purchase it, and the most striking thing about it. I do have the feeling of a conscious sensibility inside of the phone. A machine that thinks, makes independent decisions, and learns from me and about me. I see that the more I use it, the quicker it responds to me, as if we are adapting to one another in tandem.

And we are.

That is not something I have ever felt from a computer or Ipad or cell phone.

The phone charges wirelessly and quickly on a metal pad – no cords.That is a big change.  In the ten days, the battery has not yet come close to being used up. When I am not using it, I just put it on the pad. It charges very quickly.

As to cost, it is expensive but not, I feel overpriced. It just seems worth it to me. The phone costs $1000. Accessories – paid tech support, the pad, a case, 256 g's of memory (optional) add several hundreds of dollars more. I also bought insurance for $25 a month for three years to protect against loss or theft. There is no way I am owning a $1000 cell phone without insurance.

There is a tremendous amount of new technology in the phone, and i imagine it was incredibly expensive to produce. I wish it were cheaper but for me, it is definitely worth the price, given it's use and centrality in my life and creatvity.

Lots of TV's cost more than the Iphone X and do much less.

I also need to talk about the camera. It is very impressive, of the first quality. It does not have the wide frame and range of my Canon 5 D, and the Canon lenses are incomparable for me. The X does not have anything like them. It does have a first rate portrait lens feature and very powerful and effective camera. From 1 to 10, I give it a 9. It's a wonderful camera.I have  been using the X camera for shots and in places where I don't want to carry a heavy camera.

I still want and need my Canon, but I have already taken some great photos with the X, and I am just beginning to learn. It is astounding to me to have a camera of that quality inside a cell phone.

It's also important to say that the phone is very powerful, it navigates the Net almost instantly and moves very quickly from one application to an other. That is an important evolution.

The Apple engineers have always seen the smart phone as something much bigger and more significant than a phone, and this is true. It is a very personal information and culture manager, I use it for banking, shopping  (Apple Pay uses Face ID), research, photography, sketching,  playing music (the Beats ear phones are wonderful), e-mailing, streaming, communications, reminders and appointments, what news I can stand, texting and e-mail.

And yes, sending suggestive Emoji's to Maria. She loves to get them.

A new way of communicating, it is almost irresistible. This phone will create 1,000 new uses at least I haven't even thought about it, that will be fun to watch. It has great range and power. And it can think and make some decisions. I feel I am witnessing something new and important.

The Iphone X is an indispensable tool for  me, and that is different from addiction. I don't text all night or play games.  At night, and when I am writing, I turn it off.

I have no problem with quiet and giving my head some space to think.

This probably concludes my series on living with this new device. I hope it is helpful, it is clarifying for me to write it.  If I learn more, or things change, I'll write more. Thanks for reading it.



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