tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162267772024-03-07T01:09:46.623-07:00The Bestor ChroniclesThe music, musings, and mysteries behind Emmy-Award-winning composer Kurt Bestor.Kurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10767005450138936024noreply@blogger.comBlogger156125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226777.post-82791880239602184622015-01-09T09:43:00.001-07:002015-01-09T09:44:56.666-07:00A Kurt Bestor Christmas 2014 - Original Carol for Download<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Kurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10767005450138936024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226777.post-71861678929827326432015-01-07T09:29:00.000-07:002015-01-09T09:56:37.090-07:00Killing.....In the name of God.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuBcPkQWDvhzhyphenhyphenQKKoFkuXakvlUJTouv_VOHS1SzPIH-wLFojwKlqpyutdiQeKuRHng_sm1VtWQ1TfmG-hwstNWL6aPdopuUjAFmVp-DyHVLY-aYzcRxJqOLZmVj2QEAgtlOdB/s1600/Screen+Shot+2015-01-07+at+6.20.25+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuBcPkQWDvhzhyphenhyphenQKKoFkuXakvlUJTouv_VOHS1SzPIH-wLFojwKlqpyutdiQeKuRHng_sm1VtWQ1TfmG-hwstNWL6aPdopuUjAFmVp-DyHVLY-aYzcRxJqOLZmVj2QEAgtlOdB/s1600/Screen+Shot+2015-01-07+at+6.20.25+AM.png" height="178" width="320" /></a>Would you kill for your country? Would you take someone else's life when commanded by God? Would you kill to uphold your sacred values shouting <i>"Give me liberty or give me death!"</i><br />
I'll give you a minute to answer that, but many people I know would, without hesitation, answer definitively and indefatigably "yes!" Well, that's exactly what two men did this morning in Paris, Franc shouting <i>"the prophet has been avenged!"</i><br />
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Let me declare straight away, I will NEVER be a part of a group, religion, or philosophy that justifies killing in the name of their creed or cause. I'm sure many of you are nodding in agreement with that statement. But, that may be because it's so easy to state, <i>"my religion would never allow that or tell me to do that."</i> or <i>"my organization, while being very firm in our beliefs, would be tolerant and allow someone else to believe as they will." </i>While, in everyday practicum, I believe that most main-stream spiritual organizations and enlightened religious leaders today would not incite their followers to do such a thing, I am not so comfortable with their disciples and devotees.<br />
<i>"Yes, Kurt, but these terroristic killers in France today were Muslim Extremists. That's quite a different thing than the innocuous groups found in the good ol' US of A." </i>And in that oft-heard answer lies the real danger. It's always the <i>"other guy"</i> that does the bad stuff - the <i>"evil"</i> people of the world, the <i>"false religions, "</i> and the <i>"extremist organizations."</i><br />
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History is rife with examples of <i>"justified"</i> killing by those whose common sense is muted and warped by intense beliefs.
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<b>1. </b>When one thinks of a Buddhist, images of a peaceful, soft-spoken, bald-headed devotee comes to mind. But, up until the 1850's human sacrifices were still practiced "to sanctify and cleanse" their cities with the blood of "innocents."<br />
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<b> 2.</b> In India, until the 1800, the Thuggee sect - in order to appease the goddess Kali killed 20,000 people a year, many innocent women and children.<br />
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<b> 3.</b> Of course, when discussing religious demicide, many people turn to the Medieval Inquisition when the Holy Roman Catholic Church which attempted to stamp out "heresy" by torturing and killing hundreds of thousands of <i>"heretics." </i><br />
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<b> 4.</b> On our own shores, the Puritans who came to America in the name of religious freedom, created a religious police state where doctrinal deviation could lead to flogging, pillorying, hanging, cutting off ears, or boring through the tongue with a hot iron.<br />
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The centuries between then and now sometimes give us a false sense of security and a feeling that <i>"we are smarter now"</i> and <i>"that could never happen these days."</i> That perhaps is the scariest sentiment since, not only is religious and philosophically- justified killing taking place today, it is being fueled by a system of communication that instantaneously informs us of these killings (broadcast media and the internet) and ratchets up the volume of those communiques to hyperbolic levels.<br />
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Timothy McVeigh, during the months and years before he took the innocent lives of 168 people and injured over 600 more, filled his head with anti-government rhetoric found in such philosophies espoused by the "sovereignty movement" and numerous militia groups found around the country. His hatred of the United Nations, federal taxation, and gun control made him hand out leaflets with titles like "U.S. Government Initiates Open Warfare Against American People" and "Waco Shootout Evokes Memory of Warsaw '43." I hear friends and family spout off conspiratorial rhetoric like this all the time on their Facebook and Twitter posts and they have never done anything violent. But, McVey did.<br />
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Sometimes people hold up their scripture and holy writ to justify their actions. By the way, lest you think it's just found in holy books that are read<i> "right to left," </i>crack open your own bibles and read verses found in Numbers 25 and 1Kings 18:40. (People in my area code might be well to consider the infamous <i>Mountain Meadow Massacre</i> when doing any soul searching about this.)<br />
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Because fervent political, religious, and philosophical beliefs can, in the hearts of well-meaning people, boil to such a point where well-meaning but confused people ignore all common sense and join a militia to overthrow their own government, lie in wait to kill a doctor or nurse as they walk into their abortion clinic, or walk into a Paris newspaper office with Kalishnikovs blazing - all in the name of something they believe to be right and good - it's well to ponder the questions I answered at the beginning of my comments.<br />
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By the way, my answers are no, no, and no. How about yours?<br />
<br />Kurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10767005450138936024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226777.post-90870929954898614762014-08-06T10:12:00.001-06:002014-08-06T10:12:58.818-06:00Another Day in Infamy........(A Bestor Blog "Best of")<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Let me warn you right now.....this blog post is not your typical cheery Kurt Bestor posting. But I feel compelled to air some intense feelings publicly. Hopefully, this will strike a chord. If not, at least I've started to share some feelings that have been eating away at me for more than 30 years.<br />
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Today the 69th anniversary of the dropping of the atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki Japan. In Japan, the day was noted in muted contemplation and introspection. Survivors quietly wonder why they survived when 210,000 others did not. The shame of living in a country - at war with the world at that time - is only eclipsed by the shame of the physical and emotional scars that will haunt them for the rest of their lives.<br />
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For us who live in the only country to have ever used a nuclear bomb, we spent the day like most others - mindlessly going to the mall, eating too much fast food, and watching mind-numbing TV programs. Why does the horrific reality of August 6th, 1945 register so low on our country's radar?<br />
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For me, the awareness began back in 1974 when I first read a small paperback book that my parents had in their library titled "Hiroshima." While I didn't have the world view that I do now, I was stunned at what I read - thousands of people literally frozen in various moments of everyday life - their charred bodies still shopping, sitting in city parks, holding a child. 120, 000 of innocent citizens in Hiroshima and 40,000 more in Nagasaki were killed that day.<br />
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In a documentary airing on HBO "White Light/Black Rain" - a handful of Japanese survivors recounted the moment of the bomb blast and the almost 60 years of pain that it cost. I was riveted as I heard one woman (then a ten-year-old girl) coming across her mother's charred body and, as she called out "Mommy" and reached out to her, her mother's remains suddenly fell to a pile of unrecognizable ashes. Another man recounts as he counted the nuclear-glistened bones of his 4 siblings and both parents who just hours before had been sitting at their family table together.<br />
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Somehow, at moments like this - all patriotism melts away and I'm left to grieve at the loss and sorrow felt by a fellow human being. To me, it wasn't some "just punishment" meted out on a deserving "evil" nation. It was a conscious decision by people in power. Yes - it ended the war, but at what cost. I can no longer hear the words ' collateral damage" or "friendly fire" used by our military and political leaders without thinking of the analogous scenario played out in horrific detail 69 years before.<br />
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I'm sorry it was my country that was the first and only one to drop these "weapons of mass destruction." I'm sorry that we don't at least give a moment of silence for the victims each year. And I'm sorry that we still have leaders and a culture that believes that unspeakable violence will somehow lead to peace.<br />
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To my Japanese friends - on this dreadful anniversary, all I can say is - I'm sorry.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>FACT: Today in the world there exists (primarily in the US) enough nuclear bombs to to equal 400,000 Hiroshimas</b></span>Kurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10767005450138936024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226777.post-51906137405480654162014-07-15T11:45:00.000-06:002014-07-15T11:45:59.303-06:00Everything I know, I learned on a Piano Bench<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><b>Everything I know, I Learned on a Piano Bench</b></i><br />
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As a 9-year-old boy, I used to dread sitting at the family spinet, monotonously mangling the dreaded Hanon scales and wishing I could grab my outfielder's mitt and run out to the street by my house to play "heads up" with my friends. Why couldn't I trade Bach for baseball like Stan did, forgo Fauré like Gary, or dump Debussy for a day at the pool like Paul? Suffice it to say, I hated practicing the piano.<br />
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Fortunately, though I thought I knew everything about everything at the ripe old age of 9 years and 5 months, my wise parents knew that the dreaded scales, ear-training, and recitals would teach me much more than music. In a word, music would make me "human."<br />
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After a lifetime of music and the arts, it's no wonder that I also seek harmony, melodiousness, and intonation in all aspects of my life. Though I may have an aptitude in things musical, I believe strongly that every human prefers consonance to dissonance, finds being "in tune" with someone else preferable to discord in a relationship, and finds a melodious peace antidotal to chaotic cacophony. Simply put, humanities make us "human."<br />
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But, unfortunately, it seems that we live in an increasingly chaotic world that has set its volume permanently at eleven. The din of war, in many places around the globe, drown out beautiful melodies of peace and unity. The fog of hate keeps blinded eyes from seeing the art and beauty surrounding them. And the poetry of faith and hope are replaced with despair and doubt. If ever there were contrapositives to creativity, it would be battle and bloodshed.<br />
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So, why is it then, that when our world commanders, chieftains, and generals attempt to bring peace and unity to their various corners of the world, they only reach for weapons. They spew hateful hyperbole and thunderous threats, made even louder by a ceaseless barrage of news coverage and punditry. Even those professing deep religious beliefs now hold them up as self-righteous shields justifying their vengeance and protecting them from blame.<br />
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For me, these leaders need to take their itching fingers off the trigger and place them on a piano keyboard. They will feel peace of the enveloping harmony and melody while driving away dissonance and discord. Hatred will find no note in sonorous chords that replace dividing dogma with inspired doxology.<br />
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Let's find leaders who have not lost their humanity, who possess the creativity to find peaceful, constructive, and lasting solutions. Better yet, let's find that creative beauty in ourselves. And if you can't see it, I know right where it is......<i>on the piano bench.</i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(The following is a piano piece composed last year and found on my new album: <b>Kurt Bestor & The Collective "Outside the Lines.")</b></span></i><br />
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This morning, in the confusing haze following the horrific Boston Marathon bombings, I listened as physicians entreated with treating the injured survivors updated the media as to the state of their patients. One doctor, after detailing the gore and violent damage the bombs had done to many of the legs of the victims, explained that virtually all of those caught in the blast's path had shrapnel bits, (ball bearing, nails, etc.)imbedded in them. Were these pieces of metal not to be removed, they might certainly lead to dangerous infections which would then fester and grow and perhaps cause fatal results. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"> It occurred to me that all of us are left with embedded bits of emotional shrapnel from the many terrorist acts that we have witnessed over the last couple of decades and, until we remove them, run the risk of a deadly infection - individually and collectively. However, unlike the doctors, we're not sure which scalpel to use to remove the offending pieces or which stitch technique will best heal the wound. How does a damaged country heal after so many bombs have shattered our world, such deep hatred spewed in our direction, and so much fear cloaking us all? If terror does anything, it's fear of the unknown that is the deadliest shrapnel piece. Remove that and the healing begins. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"> It is human nature and quite understandable to seek vengeance after such a cowardly and horrendous act as the bombing at the finish of the Boston Marathon. But, that vengeance - if turned to war - will breed nothing but more of the same. I prefer Abraham Lincoln's thoughts on destroying an enemy when he said <i>"The best way to destroy an enemy is to make him a friend."</i> Peace will only be realized by building bonds of trust between people at the very deepest level. Fear will be replaced by respect, integrity, and ultimately - love. General Dwight D. Eisenhower, a career soldier made an incredibly illuminating observation. <i>"I hate war as only a soldier who has lived it can, only as one who has seen its brutality, its futility, its stupidity." </i></span><br />
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So, as we seek to recover from this latest attack on our shores, let us not stoop to the level of the uneducated and brutality of the ignorant who authored this act of violence. Rather, lets heed the wise advise of the famed Vietnamese Zen Buddhist monk, teacher, author, poet and peace activist Thich Nhat Hanh who said, <i>"The essence of nonviolence is love. Out of love and the willingness to act selflessly, strategies, tactics, and techniques for a nonviolent struggle arise naturally. Nonviolence is not a dogma; it is a process."</i> Only then can we help Founding Father President George Washington achieve his wish <i>"to see this plague of mankind, war, banished from the earth."</i> </span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"> Remove the shrapnel and let the healing begin.</span>Kurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10767005450138936024noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226777.post-81511218282816565522012-10-29T09:35:00.001-06:002012-10-29T09:35:42.026-06:00<h2 style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">
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<br />Kurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10767005450138936024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226777.post-85075409681778742112012-04-18T05:58:00.001-06:002012-04-18T06:00:54.597-06:00Of Breeding and Heavy Objects...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtP1qvISrjmSn4wliQAlzIK9coXgSGDhthQqeAqh1GIyPEpO7EIfzh46x1ngYYowbZvlU999bBocBFHzlMel4TYlQPtsPaIl1LNSfjnVMXQ1vtIa2_h2SY3JtCFt7q1jfgfWxn/s1600-h/images.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtP1qvISrjmSn4wliQAlzIK9coXgSGDhthQqeAqh1GIyPEpO7EIfzh46x1ngYYowbZvlU999bBocBFHzlMel4TYlQPtsPaIl1LNSfjnVMXQ1vtIa2_h2SY3JtCFt7q1jfgfWxn/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272362539466018706" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 122px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div></span><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-size:130%;" >Brawn vs. Beauty</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Behind every strong man is a stronger woman</span><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: right; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">by Kurt Bestor</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I have a theory about which is really the stronger gender. Now, I haven't tested this like Galileo dropping rotten fruit off the Tower of Pisa or like Einstein contemplating relativity at a lonely train station. But — after observing approximately half the earth's "better looking" population for the last four decades, I think I know what I'm talking about here. In short: women rule the world.<br /><br />I know, I know. History books (written mostly by bespectacled old male university professors I might add) are full of examples of chieftains, generals and dictators exing their muscles as they conquer another country or two before clocking out for the day. Marvel comics and Warner Brothers Pictures depict testosterone-laden superheroes with bulging biceps righting a capsizing ocean liner, taking on an entire rogue army and deftly swooping up a swooning maiden on the way home from the office.<br /><br />Even now, as I put pen to paper here, I'm watching a massive Olympic weightlifter hoist barbells the size of a large 747 over his head on his way to a gold medal. But look a little deeper and I think you'll see just who is ruling the roost.<br /><br />Even the most powerful despot and inuential leader has to come home and, after he kisses little Genghis and tussles Napoleon Junior's hair, gets an unsolicited critique of his job. "I can't believe you invaded that country today, after promising me you would stop after Mesopotamia!" "Isn't that just typical — you get a few extra shekels and you can't help but buy a new chariot!" Houses throughout history and kitchens across all continents have always resonated with the same feminine power. "Before you go downstairs to plan your next pillage and plunder, I need you to take out that stinking garbage."<br /><br />Yes, as sure as that apple hitting Newton on the head, this theory needs no proving.<br /><br />In the meantime, we men will continue with the only jobs that are left to us — that of being "breeding stock" and reaching for the soup cans on the highest shelf.<br /><br />Oops ... hang on a sec ...<br /><br />Wish I could stay, but I got a jar of pickles that my wife needs opening.</span>Kurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10767005450138936024noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226777.post-24755408444367082742011-03-15T15:34:00.001-06:002011-03-15T15:36:17.187-06:00On Pastel Wing - free download<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Long time, no blog....</span><div><br /><div>Thanks to the Mr. Zuckerburg and a little program he invented called <i>"Facebook"</i> I have neglected this blog. But - for those of you who follow it, I pledge to do better. Here is a piece of sheet music that you're welcome to download. I'm actually demo-ing the software here for 8 days, so it might explode in a week, but until then - download a song called <i>"On Pastel Wing" </i>from my <b>Seasons</b> CD. If I can figure out the commerce side of this application, I hope to offer more and more music. I know - famous last words....</div><div>Keep on me. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>~ Kurt</b></span></i></div><div><br /></div><div>To retrieve your sheet music, click on the following link:</div><div><a href="http://flipflashpages.uniflip.com/2/49844/88156/pub/">On Pastel Wing</a></div></div>Kurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10767005450138936024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226777.post-14790093074960851362010-02-23T17:42:00.001-07:002010-02-23T17:44:37.377-07:00Watch out Lindsay Vonn!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_mtc_GScufY&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_mtc_GScufY&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></span></span>Kurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10767005450138936024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226777.post-24324148305679629212010-02-10T09:28:00.003-07:002010-02-10T09:30:15.664-07:00But it's sure fun makin' 'em!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBON8GmQe5pGASAvyqEuyCn7gSHWLvmTNGIJ5IVSnjvYqPy_6o-KwBjsY7Pefa0AHt-HcukfdpBcWRS4KYzM5qmuPhGfhFx4kiRuvmWdByNFEGy1dbgLdcIjfTq9dPfndOqGIy/s1600-h/Families+Are+Forever+(2).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBON8GmQe5pGASAvyqEuyCn7gSHWLvmTNGIJ5IVSnjvYqPy_6o-KwBjsY7Pefa0AHt-HcukfdpBcWRS4KYzM5qmuPhGfhFx4kiRuvmWdByNFEGy1dbgLdcIjfTq9dPfndOqGIy/s400/Families+Are+Forever+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436652679811573602" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There’s a lot to love about living in Utah; the incredible landscapes that offer endless hiking and camping opportunities, some of the best skiing in the world on what is often called “the greatest snow on earth, and the friendly and gregarious people with their equally friendly and gregarious children. But - ah - herein lies the rub, taking care of the little </span><i style="font-family: 'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">kindern. </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me thinks there’s a bug in the ointment...and it’s buzzing louder than usual around the Deseret's capitol building.<br /><br />I have been watching in utter amazement this year as our head-strong Utah State legislators have been bulling their way through our statutes and laws with added vigor. I expect a certain amount of this to happen each each year and anticipate several </span><i style="font-family: 'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“message bills”</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> - the proverbial</span><i style="font-family: 'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“middle finger”</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> to the federal government (</span><i style="font-family: 'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“We hate the U.N., Leave our wilderness alone,</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> etc.). But this year, I am shocked at the effect this unchecked one-sided bravado is having on our most valuable asset - our Utah kids.<br /><br />Follow this logic if you can: They have voted away a law mandating toddlers and young children sit in a safety-proven booster seat because it’s inconvenient and because “so few parents are following it anyway.” AND...the premise used to defeat it - government intrusion on our personal freedoms. If there was some evidence that booster seats did NOT make kids safer, I can understand the argument, but this law change was simply made because it wasn’t convenient for mommy and daddy.<br /><br />Now - add to this decision a proposal our dubious state Senator Buttar’s is trying to make - that we do away with 12th grade and make 11th grade optional and you’ll start seeing the reason for my rising blood pressure. Also voted down was the banning of selling junk food in school vending machines. So - if we don’t kill them in booster seat-less cars, we’ll just fatten ‘em up in grade school and hasten them on their way to diabetes.<br /><br />It’s ironic really - a state that touts children as its most prized asset is dead last in education spending per pupil, relaxes a booster-seat law which is proven to protect them, refuses to remove fatty and sugar-laden junk food in schools, and is hoping to subtract 1-2 years of schooling from their education.<br /><br />I guess we’re great at making our children - it’s just the taking care of them part that we don’t do so well.</span></span>Kurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10767005450138936024noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226777.post-78351375056762789882010-01-18T10:27:00.006-07:002010-01-18T11:05:32.248-07:00Winning is NOT Everything!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirYfwxGXO0jzPx-CxHR45dnxpQWjnnL4f6i7igXtcT3-nVETcvyUlyOMFEwT5mE0zAUzL5S4RdUM-UP9C5fodh5y7vzfsZfqd9YXBs0Gk9gkFuOqBrdDYGKt1rplNo-QFEvxLk/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 87px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirYfwxGXO0jzPx-CxHR45dnxpQWjnnL4f6i7igXtcT3-nVETcvyUlyOMFEwT5mE0zAUzL5S4RdUM-UP9C5fodh5y7vzfsZfqd9YXBs0Gk9gkFuOqBrdDYGKt1rplNo-QFEvxLk/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428140660909180530" /></a><br /><br />Have been musing a bit about all things political here in the USA - especially amid all the kerfuffle about health care. Like all healthy middle-aged men, I have a channel surfing trigger finger and can bounce between <b>CNN, MSNBC, FOX</b>, and all the regular broadcast channels like a Chinese ping pong champ on crack! When there is heated discussion on an important issue or pending congressional vote, I will go through my usual process - watch the actual debate on <b>CSPAN</b>, turn quickly to <b>CNN</b> to hear the pundits take, then over to <b>FOX</b> to hear the histrionics on the right, followed by a quick channel turn to <b>MSNBC</b> to get the left's counter punch. Finally - I watch the <i>"Cliff-notes"</i> version on <b>NBC</b> and <b>ABC</b>, topped off with a lighter moment with Katie C on <b>CBS</b>. (<i>Whew</i>) At the end of all that, (after a Gatorade to replenish fluids) I'm left to try and make sense of it all. How I miss Walter Cronkite and the days of truly <i>"fair and balanced"</i> news reporting.<div><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_EuOvK8L751hFShhYPlR3s0uw2bes4jir0snLYOFsfOaiOTnB0Ou9v7ymdhxvxICZHSdfCmt_ygSCuzs4o_lconW2OtBidbmG0XlMo6qf41xnAS3x82_yjDSYukzcwmGXb4uV/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_EuOvK8L751hFShhYPlR3s0uw2bes4jir0snLYOFsfOaiOTnB0Ou9v7ymdhxvxICZHSdfCmt_ygSCuzs4o_lconW2OtBidbmG0XlMo6qf41xnAS3x82_yjDSYukzcwmGXb4uV/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428140132119983362" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>These days - it's not about solving a particular problem or reporting on things fairly from both sides. It's all about <b>winning, </b>the Arbitron ratings and the almighty advertising dollar. Fox News and it's veritable sponsoring of the Tea Party movement all but disqualifies it from being a credible news reporting source. MSNBC has countered by offering a steady diet of snarkiness and virtriol aimed back at the Fox bloviants Beck, Hannity, & O'Reilly (and now Palin.) I happen to think that CNN gets closest of all to offering both sides, but hearing their highly-paid "talking heads" weighing in over and over and over on a 24/7 news cycle is truly mind-numbing. (Thank goodness for Christiane Amanpour!)</div><div><br /></div><div>Recently, while visiting family in Kenya, I enjoyed watching the BBC and Sky News. They seem to go deeper on subjects and offer a truly balanced approach. Oh, but wait....they are a government-run broadcast medium - not reliant soley on advertising dollars. What's a capitalist country to do?</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_fcFWNpnZ3CZCX7V3WtvagarM0znaUCGf3a5KS8df7ANhHEFOCq73GIvUmuwHljm1BEE0rAHeap-uKAJiLB1nzVdzhLGAeYSA8n_vMXNNq-305PQMhXqR9A5EkHUF6PXMyojS/s1600-h/images-2.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_fcFWNpnZ3CZCX7V3WtvagarM0znaUCGf3a5KS8df7ANhHEFOCq73GIvUmuwHljm1BEE0rAHeap-uKAJiLB1nzVdzhLGAeYSA8n_vMXNNq-305PQMhXqR9A5EkHUF6PXMyojS/s320/images-2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428140906431996450" /></a><br /></div><div>Perhaps - among the 1000+ channels of cable TV drivel that I subscribe to - there should be one or two publicly paid for stations whose job it is to be factual, unbiased, and probing. We Americans truly need something like that in order to know how the country is faring during these harrowing times. Without relying on ad dollars, it might actually work. A pure broadcast channel dedicated to dispensing important info to American citizens. Sounds exciting - <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">not!</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>That's the other problem - statistics and facts and positive change are just not as exciting as a golfer's love life, the President's new dog, and the sordid personal faux pas of our movie stars and elected officials. We like our TV to be like a circus side show - full of freaks and <i>"believe it or not"</i> spectacle. So - "step right up" America and come and get what you asked for.</div></div>Kurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10767005450138936024noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226777.post-33190883072162141412009-10-01T10:49:00.001-06:002009-10-01T10:59:53.774-06:00Tis NOT the Season.....yet! ;-)<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy-4VDRpQviV4LUUCPI7daQitgLLnNixRJNQ8TWtmyiii8uHzO320kHjGJRpRysAPzZmFYs090ziKI' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Kurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10767005450138936024noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226777.post-38777668591345762022009-09-17T10:07:00.001-06:002009-09-17T10:11:11.737-06:00Stop the Bombs! I Can't Hear What my Enemy is Saying.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNTedA6hhW-vHAnBzMQfPxASusMMVMLeQnyCFzGHqJHe_Nm7SY-IOp-97CFdN-Xs_9K-Vg7p8p0cfjrycp3NwmA2nIYlKHxePfFISZHS0Z19ps4tHRvPT0OB2aldCG03SZpi9V/s1600-h/images-3.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 98px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNTedA6hhW-vHAnBzMQfPxASusMMVMLeQnyCFzGHqJHe_Nm7SY-IOp-97CFdN-Xs_9K-Vg7p8p0cfjrycp3NwmA2nIYlKHxePfFISZHS0Z19ps4tHRvPT0OB2aldCG03SZpi9V/s320/images-3.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382468934402264898" /></a><br /><br />September, 11, 2009. I remember the moment that I watched the second jet hit the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001. I was in a hotel room in Cedar City, Utah where I was on a PTA-sponsored speaking tour of Utah schools. As I sat on my bed watching the events unfold, I went through a myriad of feelings in the space of those awful 15 or 20 minutes starting with a surreal fascination and curiosity followed by rage and intensity. But the feeling that has stuck with me almost continuously the last eight years is one of determination to not just sit in the comfort of my house and watch the killing and hating through my peripheral vision. It's easy to do that with a smorgasbord of pop culture continually screaming for attention. I try not to let the din of American commercialism cover up the crying happening daily in Iraq, Palestine, Afghanistan, and other turbulent regions.<br /><br />I have to keep believing that all of us pushing and shoving for space on this planet really desire peace, love, and harmony more than war, hate, and disharmony. Surely—even the most radical extremist would prefer a comfortable abode for his family, sufficient food to eat, and just a bit extra to enjoy the simple things in life. The opium-farming Taliban Afghani would rather just sell his beautiful flowers for decoration if he could make enough money that way. The bomb-toting Hamas Palestinian youth would rather strap on a book bag on his way to a higher education if it were available. Poverty and lack of education breed desperation and hatred. We've seen it here in the US in our inner cities for years. We shouldn't be surprised that the same formula equals a similar result in other places.<br /><br />I remember thinking naively, after Osama Bin Laden announced his ownership of the 9/11 tragedy, "I want to go and talk to him - ask him why he hates us so much. I want to play music for him and infuse a bit of love into his otherwise hate-consumed world." I thought at that time that he just needed to get to know us and he'd have a change of heart. I now feel that those on the extreme side of world conflict may be too immersed and invested in their causes to listen to reason. However, there are millions of others who are in the more reasonable middle ground. They should become our focus now.<br /><br />I am convinced that the answer to solving the MIddle East conflict, is NOT found at the end of a gun rifle but at the end of an outstretched hand. Guns, bombs, and violence can only breed more of the same. The same could be said for other foreign policy hotspots around the world. During the last election, I remember Obama being castigated by the Republican candidates when he mentioned in a debate that if elected, he "could be willing to meet leaders of Iran, Syria, Cuba, Venezuela and North Korea in [his] first year of office." Despite the protests of his opponents, this simple statement by Obama was hailed by the majority of countries outside our shores. Perhaps they realized like Abraham Lincoln did that "Am I not destroying enemies when I make friends of them?" or Moshe Dyan who said, "If you want to make peace, you don't talk to your friends. You talk to your enemies."<br /><br />That is why I was constantly confused at the Bush administration's insistence on NOT talking with those who fight against us. We can't bomb them into oblivion. Using force against them without discourse only ignorantly reinforces their idea that America is "occupying" their homeland. Emerging from the rubble of Baghdad, Kabul, and Gaza will be stronger fighters even more incensed and determined to bring about our demise. Bush and Cheney's "surge" and resolve to not discuss and educate was just pouring gasoline on an already growing fire.<br /><br />During the first eight months of Obama's administration, I have observed his foreign policy start to take shape and have been cautiously optimistic as I've seen a hand outstretched in the direction of Russia, North Korea, and other nations deemed part of Bush's "Axis of Evil" only a year ago. More talking and overtures of peace and less yelling and posturing seems to be this administration's foreign policy mantra. We've carried a "big stick" long enough. Obama seems to want to infuse a little more "speak softly" into his foreign policy equation. From my vantage point, it's starting to work. The more this country presses the flesh, the less apt we are to press the red button.Kurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10767005450138936024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226777.post-77979350389299796012009-06-29T09:10:00.003-06:002009-06-29T09:18:06.562-06:00Totally Consumed!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxzg7PK8RGXql9xxLfZ07iJKdoYRtCIdfQF9J4Oc-gtVKldt6OD17kjiEGfqCVMjyM49-kjgvVPfnCOzlf_vilUF4ZgOOqVgZai_oEsAI7Dc807lYu2vi80viYE3H3m15kRFv0/s1600-h/IMG_6983.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxzg7PK8RGXql9xxLfZ07iJKdoYRtCIdfQF9J4Oc-gtVKldt6OD17kjiEGfqCVMjyM49-kjgvVPfnCOzlf_vilUF4ZgOOqVgZai_oEsAI7Dc807lYu2vi80viYE3H3m15kRFv0/s320/IMG_6983.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352768363678738274" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></span><br /><br />After a particularly long stretch of horrendous deadlines, intense clients, and restless nights, Petrina and I decided to stop the world and get off the next exit - (or at least go somewhere outside of cellphone coverage.) Luckily, here in the beautiful state of Utah, we didn’t have to go far. After throwing a dart at my map of the gorgeous High Uintahs, we aimed our GPS unit to Soapstone Basin where we would spend our weekend.<br /><br />Luckily, a Rocky Mountain high-induced trip to REI a few years ago and I now have a garage filled with more than one would ever need to survive a year in the great outdoors. I loaded all I could squeeze into the XTerra and Petrina, baby, and I were off.<br /><br />As we approached the area we had targeted for our quiet get away, I noticed an increasing number of large campgrounds - or I perhaps <i>“compounds”</i> would be a better term - each with a tent large enough for one of those traveling Mexican circuses, 4 to 5 jacked-up <i>“Ram Tough”</i> pickups, and enough camouflaged 4-wheelers to drive a small army. Even white-haired granny and the mullet-topped 6 year-old had their own souped-up vehicles.<br /><br />Petrina and I like to camp in relative solace and so we drove past this scene out of the movie <i>Deliverance</i> and up a steep and deeply-rutted road where we were convinced that we would be alone. The perfect spot was found and in no time we had assembled <i>Camp Bestor</i>. I then strapped 6-month old Ella onto my backpack, applied the SPF 60, and off we went for a short hike.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaFcJjNJROqIqr5hGHnv6lC4gCZkxnD9B2clk1z4UKmj0BeAnfVmmPBVaHcSjIWBUfcsp1bifMpnXEAn02C9jyBuaRrKizgKPTfq6qD1iivDUTVTqe0kM5sx-SIFlyMd13Ywv2/s1600-h/IMG_6988.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaFcJjNJROqIqr5hGHnv6lC4gCZkxnD9B2clk1z4UKmj0BeAnfVmmPBVaHcSjIWBUfcsp1bifMpnXEAn02C9jyBuaRrKizgKPTfq6qD1iivDUTVTqe0kM5sx-SIFlyMd13Ywv2/s320/IMG_6988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352768368305436626" /></a><br /><br />As we returned to our camp, Petrina noticed in the distance one of the pickup trucks we had seen earlier. It was now spinning mud-splattering circles in the wet field of wild flowers in front of our camp. As we got closer, the<i> “yeehaws”</i> from within the cab of the truck were only matched by the manic barking of the one-eyed pitbull who was chasing after the truck despite getting covered tail to snout in mud and wild flowers. I shook my head and had to fight off the urge to confront the driver.<br /><br />Then the truck suddenly stopped and a man stepped out of the cab and grabbed a chainsaw from the bed of the pickup. We watched incredulously as he began to cut down a “not-quite-dead” pine tree. After felling it, he sawed it into about 8 sections, tossed it all into the truck, did a few more muddy circles for good measure, and then headed back down to his camp.<br /><br />By now, my blood was pumping and the peaceful environmentalist in me had now turned to a Greenpeace activist - <i>“on crack!”</i> Petrina, noticed my agitation and reminded me that our good ol’ boy “had a chainsaw.” So - we just grabbed a photo of his license plate and his bumper sticker that read “Gun Control means using BOTH hands!”)<br /><br />That night I mused a lot about what we had observed and I came to the conclusion that some people are just “consumers” and feel that all that is around them is for the taking. <i>“No one’s gonna tell me what I can or cannot do”</i> seems to be the mantra. From wasteful burning of fuel in their gas-guzzling vehicles to the wanton destruction of nature’s beauty. Even the un-welcome noise they made until well past midnight was a selfish act by people that just don’t value others feelings. I wondered how people came to be this way and then I remembered grandma and the little 6-year old I had seen earlier. More was being passed down here than just genetics.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7F2hPU3JZVNurgQLByj0_7rmH8ACrOEMHRURr5Nhb04tSgyF_QDGPj51uk8KNLNeB_82VE-HvFrzJDub-EvkDExpR9vXn5aB2qyP4kaH1n8C9I_WWGJ3Spy20EqKtl5tUFoWd/s1600-h/IMG_6984.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7F2hPU3JZVNurgQLByj0_7rmH8ACrOEMHRURr5Nhb04tSgyF_QDGPj51uk8KNLNeB_82VE-HvFrzJDub-EvkDExpR9vXn5aB2qyP4kaH1n8C9I_WWGJ3Spy20EqKtl5tUFoWd/s320/IMG_6984.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352768376686903810" /></a><br /><br />Petrina and I vowed that night that our little Ella would value the beauty and the sacred resources that nature provides. By teaching her to be selfless and thoughtful in her approach to enjoying Utah’s immense beauty, perhaps we could counterbalance others wanton selfishness. <br /><br />Oh, by the way - the OTHER bumper sticker read: <br /><i>I’m Hung like Einstein and Smart as a Horse.</i> <br /><br />I rest my case.Kurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10767005450138936024noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226777.post-6956372587751121262009-06-09T14:31:00.001-06:002009-06-09T14:34:06.265-06:00World According to Ella - episode#4<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9W-teigKzIw&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9W-teigKzIw&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></span>Kurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10767005450138936024noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226777.post-60234724912905140792009-05-15T08:25:00.004-06:002009-05-15T09:12:09.481-06:00Nancy and John - You're Grounded!Sometimes, when I hear politicians bloviate about which party did what when and where, it brings to mind memories of playground prattle and the mindless "blame games" that children play. The phrase, "<i>He did it first!"</i> and the mind-numbing <i>"uh-huh, nuh uh, uh huh, nuh uh..."</i>sound bad enough when uttered by snot-nosed kindergardeners, but when they're used by our elected officials to deflect blame, they're extremely off-putting.<div><br /></div><div>The most recent example of this is the<b> "Did Pelosi know of the Water-Boarding or Not"</b> scandal. House Minority Leader John Boehner (R) tried his best to act like an intelligent congressman in blaming House Speaker Pelosi (D) that she indeed knew of the <b>EIT's </b><i>(Enhanced Interrogation Techniques) </i>- most expressly "Water-boarding," but it still sounded like <i>"neener neener"</i> to me. Even her response sounded a bit like <i>"I know you are, but what am I!"</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Nancy and John, put down your ball bat and Barbie doll, come in from recess, and let's talk about this! No matter who knew about it - water boarding should NOT be part of the United States' interrogation techniques. And little Dickie Cheney, I don't care that this reprehensible technique may have brought some good results. A wrong is still a wrong!</div><div><br /></div><div>When I hear the Republicans blame the Democrats for any problems we may be encountering and the Democrats blaming the Republicans for getting us in this mess, I'm reminded of a scenario that would happen in my house when I was growing up. Mom and Dad, upon arriving home from the rare date, found an apple core, half a PB&J sandwich, and a Snickers wrapper behind the TV. After lining us up in traditional Captain Von Trapp fashion, Dad asked each of us who the guilty culprit. Much like Boehner and Pelosi, we pointed to the other guy and said <i>"He did it."</i> Dad shook his head in disappointment and said, <i>"If something like this happens when we're gone, you're ALL to blame. I expect you to work out your differences"</i> and we were summarily sent to our rooms for an hour of solitary confinement.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, Nancy and John, you and your congressional and senatorial compatriots are all to blame for the embarrassing way we appear to the world. We elected you to put your heads together and figure it out, not to just blame each other. So, up to your rooms! Perhaps skipping dinner tonight will help you remember that things like water-boarding should never happen in an evolved and civilized country like ours.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">p.s. to my sisters Jill, Carrie, and John: It was me!</span></div><div><br /></div>Kurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10767005450138936024noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226777.post-2479046780230012532009-04-16T15:25:00.001-06:002009-04-16T15:26:53.635-06:00The World According to Ella - Vlog#1<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o9Ucj5IYsNM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o9Ucj5IYsNM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span>Kurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10767005450138936024noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226777.post-52571122425877508702009-04-06T11:44:00.003-06:002009-04-06T12:04:20.933-06:00Freeloading!Over the last decade or so, I have debated most of my UNDER 30 friends about P2P music file sharing. The first √ checkpoint on their debate slate is to point out how these free downloads from <i>Kazaa, Limewire </i>and others help promote the artist and that once a free song is heard, often the whole CD is purchased. Huh? Doesn't mesh with the stats, kids! In the age group 15-30, 95% of the music is downloaded <b>for free. </b>And, as we all know, CDs are dying a slow and agonizing death. SO - the new music delivery is most certainly downloading.<div><br /></div><div>ITunes began the download for $ and set the price point to $.99 a tune. I frankly think this is a bit high - especially since you get no cover art or liner notes AND the mp3 audio quality is not nearly as nice as a CD. But - at least people are paying.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'd be curious as to some of the solutions you would recommend and your thoughts about P2P file sharing and music. I hope you'll comment.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh - by the way - here is a FREE DOWNLOAD that I just posted. "What's the difference?" you ask. The artist is giving his permission to download it!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.kurtbestor.com/index.php?page=news&category=Special_Offers&display=1344"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">CLICK here for Free MP3 Download</span></a></div>Kurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10767005450138936024noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226777.post-41885527411414694722009-03-30T17:28:00.001-06:002009-03-30T17:30:15.410-06:00My "Brand Video" 2009 - I'm just a gimmick after all!<object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3930421&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3930421&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://vimeo.com/3930421">Kurt Bestor Brand Video#1</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user1512412">Kurt Bestor</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.Kurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10767005450138936024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226777.post-41712760001351031712009-03-23T12:42:00.001-06:002009-03-23T12:48:36.054-06:00Living for Eden - Benefit Concert<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VyC-fW7Fs9A&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VyC-fW7Fs9A&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Kurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10767005450138936024noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226777.post-65439059026957352202009-02-25T11:24:00.002-07:002009-02-25T11:44:17.790-07:00"I'm looking for a word.."Not sure why - but I've always been a lover of words. It didn't hurt that my mom was an English teacher and always refers to a big Funk and Wagnalls dictionary when dinner conversation led to "what does THAT word mean?" Perhaps my love of Scrabble aided this infatuation with language, although I've since discovered that many great Scrabblers don't even know the definition for the words that they use. Whatever its origin, this love of words continues today.<div><br /></div><div>I not only like knowing the etymology, but relish saying a word that is extra "tasty." For example - my favorite word "to eat" is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"pulp."</span> It's like a lucious <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"L sandwich"</span> nestled between two plosive "p" slices. Even as I write this, I've said it 3 times - enjoying the feeling each time. Another word that comes to mind is "gifts." At first saying - it's an awkward one. But slow it down and enjoy that <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"f..t..s.."</span> as the air goes past your pursed lips and then the tongue and teeth get together to enjoy the last two consonants. "Eating words" - always tastes good and is calorie free.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lately, I've wanted to leave some etymological legacy" by creating a new word. Unfortunately, my attempts have been more like sniglets than lasting words. For example, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"optigook" </span>is one I've used to describe that squishy duck meat you find in waking eyes. The only word that has had decent usage and might have a chance of surviving my existence is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"chud."</span> Don't ask me why - but once I was searching for a term to describe the gelatinous substance between the folds of obese people. Not finding one - I coined the term "chud." Unless you have a better one, I'm sticking with it.</div><div><br /></div><div>This has been a fairly useless blog post, but I guess - in a weird way - gives you some insight into the wacky brain of one crazed composer.</div>Kurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10767005450138936024noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226777.post-6083291205319014092009-01-13T12:22:00.005-07:002009-01-26T20:52:27.838-07:00"Me Time" becomes "WHEEE Time!"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu5dkwUTgLQKcN34Yo1sbTCAwT2BYMPWDVrnJTOoQGTPIQC9rxDpK3vKMbw-WMJh5L9UYttC7JTzX2K8dXShwNsqfwBOf1sq1_SzAmqSNiXbbOURmi9jdotSz4Mj2o8zcronZW/s1600-h/IMG_6338.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu5dkwUTgLQKcN34Yo1sbTCAwT2BYMPWDVrnJTOoQGTPIQC9rxDpK3vKMbw-WMJh5L9UYttC7JTzX2K8dXShwNsqfwBOf1sq1_SzAmqSNiXbbOURmi9jdotSz4Mj2o8zcronZW/s400/IMG_6338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290861295961199282" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Ella Cecilie Bestor </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">born January 12, 2009</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>As I prepared the blueprint of my life (ok, I didn't - but just go with me on this!) I never would have imagined that at the ripe old age of....whatever I am....I would be sitting in a labor recovery room with wife and baby. But, that is exactly where I am right now. After my two daughters, Kristin and Erika, left the house in pursuit of adult life and dreams - I selfishly figured that it was now <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">"ME TIME!"</span> and planned my life with all things <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"Kurt-centric."</span> My - how things change. But as the country is anticipating a welcome and much-needed change, so a change is a good thing in my life.<br /><br />Outside of the copious diaper changes and vanishing sleep, having a child again in my life is something that is sure to make my music and life in general more fulfilling. Holding my new daughter Ella takes me back to the blessed moments when I would fall asleep with my eldest daughter Kristin on my chest or when I would let Erika (my suddenly "middle" child) dance a jig on my knee.<br /><br />Yes, I thought it was going to be "Me" time - but suddenly "We" time seems a lot more fun!Kurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10767005450138936024noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226777.post-65622846653618778522009-01-03T10:59:00.004-07:002009-01-03T11:02:27.864-07:00Announcing: A New Contest!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC8CnxvwoDWj8RcHk552cJCVHwXLBNWZYMvlTPJwp81p9wUxfsCFJhCTw7K2Bc1-ov0_xYv2TNEGrdvWnI0k3t9LFHbZx5VJPYG190D475XEa39FVyWaT2RQd4Y34ZfR4Uqj4W/s1600-h/Bestor+Within.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC8CnxvwoDWj8RcHk552cJCVHwXLBNWZYMvlTPJwp81p9wUxfsCFJhCTw7K2Bc1-ov0_xYv2TNEGrdvWnI0k3t9LFHbZx5VJPYG190D475XEa39FVyWaT2RQd4Y34ZfR4Uqj4W/s400/Bestor+Within.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287128764075060050" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">To read this - simply click and a bigger-sized version will appear. If that isn't big enough - here's the number of a good optometrist! (801-555.......LOL!)<br /></span>Kurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10767005450138936024noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226777.post-49815775910452733292008-12-21T22:04:00.002-07:002008-12-21T22:07:11.831-07:00French Toast Recipe - Bestor StyleSome of you may have seen my appearance with KUTV's Casey Scott where I cooked French Toast and played piano (not at the same time.) Actually, I KNOW some of you did because you've sent emails requesting the recipe. So - here 'tis!<br /> <br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Eggnog French Toast with Quick Blueberry Syrup Kurt Bestor Style</span></span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You could make the sauce with cranberries too if they’re in season! </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">2 eggs<br />1 pinch salt<br />2 cups eggnog<br />8 slices Brioche or bakery challah, 3/4-in. thick, or another soft<br />yellow bread<br />1/2 cup maple syrup<br />2 tablespoons water<br />1/2 pint blueberries (or 1 cup cranberries)<br />1/2 cup creme fraiche or sour cream </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">In a medium bowl, whisk eggs. Then whisk in the salt and eggnog.<br />Pour mixture into a shallow baking dish. Working in batches if necessary, place the bread in the dish<br />and let soak a few minutes, then turn and soak on the other side.<br />Cook soaked bread on a grill or buttered griddle until golden brown, then turn and repeat on the other side.<br />For the blueberry sauce, in a sauté pan add maple syrup and water and bring to a boil.<br />Add blueberries and cook until they start to burst and break down.<br />Pour cooked mixture into a blender and whiz it to make a sauce or just mash it with the back of a fork.<br />Keep warm and pour the sauce over the French toast, then top with dollops of creme fraiche or sour<br />cream. </span><br /> 4-6 servings<br /><br /></div>Kurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10767005450138936024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226777.post-20408312495222741482008-12-06T10:49:00.000-07:002009-04-15T05:44:04.636-06:00Trick or TweetOk, so I have a confession - Not only do I Tweet, I actually LIKE it! That said, when pressed to describe to a non-Tweeter, I'll be damned if I can explain what the attraction is. I thought about the question all day today as copious 140-word confessions, mini-descriptions of social and political commentary, and micro-banterings of daily meanserings popped up on my computer screen (and iPhone! Heaven forbid that I hop off the Tweet train at the store or at the symphony.)<br />I finally determined that it's interesting to me to feel connected to a vibrant and ever-changing world. I follow NPR's Scott Simon and Terry Moran to stay abreast of all things pop and political, Eddie Izzard and Ashton Kutcher for a few laughs per hour, fellow musicians to keep my craft fresh, and a handful of friends to feel a sense of community. To be honest, I'm less interested in how many people follow me and deny more than a few obvious Tweeters who want to simply want to hawk their wares or bloviate about their empty lives. <br />I only have one concern about Twittering my life on a daily basis - that I'll lose the ability to write anything longer than 140 characters!<br /><br />www.twitter.com/kbestor<br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /> -- Post From My iPhone<br />Kurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10767005450138936024noreply@blogger.com0