Saturday, March 30, 2024

Taking a Pause....Seeking a Presence




By Marilyn Moore

This is not the blog I intended to write.  I was going to write about Lucky, the book from which Sen. Halloran quoted on the floor of the legislature, the tirade that put Nebraska in the national news in the most unflattering of ways.  That was the blog I was going to write…and I will.  Soon.  Just not today.

These days, marked by the life force of spring, with trees and grass and daffodils coming alive again, buffeted as they are by March wind and cold and snow, these days, the time of celebration of Holy Week by Christians, Passover by Jews, and Ramadan by Muslims, these days that are sacred, and reflective, and hopeful, are days that I simply cannot cast into the collective air that we breathe the anger and despair and frustration of the blog I was going to write.  

This day….I’m taking a pause, sensing a presence…that will soothe and smooth rough edges of my heart, mind, and soul…



In the quiet curve of evening, in the singing of the days,

In the silky void of darkness, you are there.

In the lapses of the my breathing, in the space between my ways,

In the crater carved by sadness, you are there.

You are there, you are there.

                                                   




In the rests between the phrases, in the cracks between the stars,

In the gaps between the meaning, you are there.

 In the melting down of endings, in the cooling of the sun,

 In the solstice of the winter, you are there.

 You are there, you are there.





In the mystery of the hungers, in the silence of my rooms, 

In the cloud of my unknowing, you are there.

In the empty cave of grieving, in the desert of my dreams, 

In the tunnel of my sorrow, you are there.

You are there, you are there.


The lines above are by the author Julie Howard.  They are not the “sunshine and roses” pause; they acknowledge the spaces and moments in our lives, and the emptiness and loss that’s there, too.  She seeks assurance, as do I, as do all who are lonely, or grieving, or uncertain, or just overwhelmed by all of life right now.  A pause, seeking a presence.

Many names can be given to that presence.  It may be the name that is used by people of faith, the name Yahweh, or God, or Allah.  It may be Creator, or Holy One, or Mystery of Mysteries.  It may be the name of someone much loved, or the memory of that someone.  It may be the wind, or the sun, or the stars.  It may be no name…a presence that is sought, sensed, felt, by which we are comforted, held, assured.  

For this day, a pause.  The blog I intended to write will hold for another day (not long, watch for it in a few days).  And I will nestle into the embrace and wise spirit of the presence.  





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Saturday, March 23, 2024

A sexual assault on every woman in Nebraska ...This is personal

 

By Mary Kay Roth

This week a Nebraska state senator most certainly sexualized – and, in some sense, sexually assaulted – every woman in Nebraska.

During debate on the floor of the Nebraska Legislature – concerning a ludicrous proposal to criminalize librarians – State Sen. Steve Halloran read aloud a graphic rape scene excerpted from the courageous memoir, “Lucky,” while several times inserting the name “Sen. Cavanaugh” into his reading. 

Selectively choosing the most salacious sections, Halloran was clearly referring to State Sen. Machaela Cavanaugh in repeatedly injecting her name – including a passage that made it appear Halloran was directing Cavanaugh to perform oral sex on him.

Several days later, I determined to force myself to watch the vicious video of this despicable, abusive performance.  And as I listened, I could actually hear my own name inserted, my daughter’s name, the names of my friends.

When Halloran addresses the Nebraska Unicameral, he is addressing everyone in our state.  He is addressing every woman in our state.  And he abused and assaulted every one of us. 

This was personal for me.  This was brutal. 

Here’s what one Lincoln woman – a friend of mine who hails from western Nebraska – had to say: “Sen. Halloran forced every person in that hearing room to participate in an assault on another human being. No one in that room consented to hear the content read aloud ... and hear a woman degraded, embarrassed and humiliated.” 

It appears unclear the State Legislature will have the spine to take any meaningful action, censure or dismissal against this arrogant, misogynist tyrant.  

So, in the past few days, I felt compelled to check in with women in my orbit, a broad swath of ages, ethnicities, professions.  I have chosen not to use their names in this blog, as I asked for naked truth.  

But, bless them all, they agreed to help me send a message:

Dear Sen. Cavanaugh, We don’t know you. We have only admired you from afar.  But please know you are not alone in this fight. Multitudes of women stand with you. This behavior can no longer be given a pass. It must end. Now.

A woman who worked in the local school system sent me this message: “Clearly, he thoroughly enjoyed reading this passage, totally out of context, out loud, and inserting Cavanaugh’s name. As far as I’m concerned this was a shameful act of sexual aggression on his part.  His disgusting behavior is traumatizing to anyone who has been a victim of sexual assault.” 

And here's what I heard from someone with a long-term career in Nebraska state government: “It's another example of privileged white men/policy makers speaking and acting without suffering any consequences from their peers. As elected officials they should be held to a higher standard of respectful behavior and speech.”

When Cavanaugh finally had a chance to respond to Halloran, she spoke through tears, saying his words were among the cruelest she has experienced during her time as a state senator – words particularly damaging to anyone with experiences of sexual violence.  

Since that evening, Halloran has issued a half-hearted, pathetic and worthless apology, refusing to resign and listing a number of lame excuses.

Here's the response from a Lincoln woman who often serves as a citizen advocate: “I am appalled, sickened, disheartened, nauseated. And his weak attempt to explain it away only increased my fury … A person of any good moral character would certainly demonstrate an ability to self-reflect and learn and admit their deplorable action.”

Instead, Halloran made the bizarre claim that the book he was quoting from is a how-to rape manual – as opposed to the truly brave 1999 memoir of Alice Sebold, a woman who agonizingly describes her experience of being brutally raped and beaten when she was an 18-year-old student at Syracuse University in New York.

A Lincoln teacher had this to say: “This is a MEMOIR, not a piece of fiction.  This is Alice Sebold's LIFE.  How dare this man use this memoir in such a grotesque manner. His reading of the memoir was poor and unfeeling, making the rape scene crude instead of the violent attack that it was.  Halloran was attacking not just Sen. Cavanaugh but every female member of the Unicameral and every woman of Nebraska.”

And this came to me from a Nebraska college student: “I’m sure this guy hasn’t even read the book.  The whole point is visualizing the horror and trauma of rape, particularly so other rape survivors can understand their feelings are valid. Rape is about violence, not sex.  Halloran just made it about sex … creating a possible trigger for anyone who has experienced rape. This was vile.”

In the past week's rocky aftermath, senators from across party lines have criticized Halloran – a few called for his resignation. State Sen. Ray Aguilar, who chairs the Legislature’s Executive Board, launched an investigation under the Legislature’s workforce harassment policy – that could take up to 45 days to complete.

One wonders exactly what they need to investigate. The entire state watched Halloran not only disgustedly demean a colleague but traumatize every sexual abuse victim in Nebraska. And since he will be term-limited this year, any delayed slap on the wrist is meaningless.  

A resolution was also filed this past week stating that Halloran “should be censured and condemned for conduct that rises to the level of harassment and hostility to fellow members of the Legislature.”  Such a censure resolution would involve a public hearing and, if advanced, require a vote by the entire Legislature. 

A Lincoln woman in her 30’s who works for the University of Nebraska said she was confused: “I don’t get it.  How does this guy still have a job? I’ve worked in many places, and there’s no way someone could make such a flagrant, unashamed, sexist statement, and not get fired.”  

State Sen. Julie Slama – a Republican senator who has experienced sexual violence — said the Legislature’s workforce harassment policies are “completely inadequate” and regularly make the Unicameral “a national joke.”

Pushing for the Legislature to create an effective process where allegations of sexual assault could be authentically adjudicated, she explained there are now only three actions that can be taken against such a senator, including a formal letter, a censure vote and a formal expulsion from the body. 

As reported in the Lincoln Journal Star, Slama asked:  “If you were at any other job in the world and you got up and told your coworker in front of the rest of the workplace ‘give me a blowjob’ and then you interjected their name into a graphic description of a rape, what do you think your company would do to you?” 

She and Cavanaugh believe a legislative investigation is inadequate and support the censure resolution: “We don’t need an investigation,” Slama stressed. “It only serves to slow walk this and sweep it under the rug.”

One of my friends whose career was with a national business headquartered in Nebraska, noted: “I work with people across the country and Canada, and I tell them Omaha and Lincoln are really nice places with good people. But I find our Legislature embarrassing, continually subjecting people – often people who are not straight, white, rich, Republican, male – to the most abject, cruel degradation and disregard.”

I love my home state, a place of beautiful prairies and many honest, decent people. But if we don’t call out the ugliness in Nebraska – particularly in our own Unicameral – we will never stop such victimization.

Good grief, enough is enough. Censure this guy. Create a better system for investigating sexual violence in the Nebraska Legislature. Stand up for decency.  And please let Cavanaugh know she is not facing this fight alone.

A few final words from women of Nebraska: “The climate we establish must communicate clearly that this type of conduct is not tolerated. Ever.”

“We cannot allow this to stand. We cannot do nothing anymore or we are no better than those who force themselves on others to make them feel powerless, take away their voice. We must do better.  Be better. We must.” 

** Write your state senators. Now. 

https://nebraskalegislature.gov/senators/senator_list.php

Saturday, March 9, 2024

Artificial Intelligence

by Mary Reiman

There’s a news report almost every day about AI. Artificial Intelligence. After viewing Matthew McConaughey’s Gold Rush commercial for Salesforce during an NFL game, I began to pay more attention. Several days later I started documenting the headlines in the Lincoln Journal Star (LJS). 

"Chatty AI helping lonely seniors." (LJS, 12-30-2023) ElliQ, the device which looks like a small lamp, with a top that lights up and swivels. It talks, tells jokes, plays music and remembers each user’s interests and their conversations. Is it described as "the only device using artificial intelligence specifically designed to alleviate the loneliness and isolation experienced by many older Americans." For many senior citizens, especially those living alone, ElliQ may fill that gap.

The following day, ‘A Tsunami of Misinformation’ (LJS, 12-31-2023) reports “...fabricated images, videos and audio clips known as deepfakes have started making their way into experimental presidential campaign ads.” Ah...here it comes. Another election year. What to believe? Who to believe?

And then, “Microsoft adding AI button to keyboards” (LJS, 1-7-2024). Hmm...so now I know my laptop will soon be outdated because it doesn’t have that new feature that I’m sure will be needed for my future endeavors.

Yes, AI technology has been with us for some time. Is it possible that Siri and Alexa have been with us since 2011? How did we get through our days without them?

Remember the Jetsons? George Jetson often complained of his hard work pushing buttons for an hour a day, two days a week at Spacely Space Sprockets. And they had Rosie, the robot maid. Now 'CES unveils AI tools and robots that cook.' (LJS, 1-17-2024) “Chef-life robots, AI-powered appliances and other high-tech kitchen gadgets are holding out the promise that humans don’t need to cook...for themselves anymore." I look forward to the day when the robot knows what I am hungry for and automatically prepares that meal!

Be assured I could not give a workshop on AI or deepfakes. I know just enough to hopefully make sure I never get scammed. But it seems that simply by turning on our devices, that risk is greater every day. 

How much artificial intelligence do we really need? Looking up the definition of IA gives us a glimpse. "Here are some thing that AI can do that humans can't...AI systems excel at processing vast amounts of data rapidly, identifying patterns, and extracting insights that might be challenging or impossible for humans to discern manually."  OK...it's hard to argue with that. Processing vast amounts of data? Of course I cannot compete with that, especially if anyone would expect me to do that rapidly! 

It’s important to think about how AI may be helpful to us. From 'Appy Place: Can artificial intelligence help guide well-being?' (LJS, 1-28-2024) One free, online site is FuturSelf (https://futurself.ai). Answer a few questions and the AI program “...assesses areas where you need help. Maybe you’re depressed, not exercising, not socializing or not going to the doctor enough. You can see what’s bothering you and decide if you want to make tweaks in your life.” I did not take the survey, but if it can figure me out...more power to it!

By February the news reports began to focus on the elections:

Big Tech companies sign pact on AI content: Largely symbolic deal targets deepfakes that seek to mislead voters” (LJS, 2-17-2024)

Bill would alert voters about AI campaign ads” (LJS, 2-29-2024)

Elon Musk sues OpenAI and its CEO” (LJS, 3-3-2024)

 Permission was received from the Caltech Science Exchange to use the image at the beginning of this blog. It is from their publication,  Can We Trust Artificial Intelligence?   

I highly recommend we all look at the News Literacy Project , a nonpartisan site with links to many resources about News Literacy in the Age of AI. Scroll down to the infographic on misinformation.  Also, watch the video explaining Reverse Image Search in the section: Develop skills to identify fabricated content. It explains the digital verification tool used to determine the origin of an image. I know...hard to believe anyone would post an image incorrectly just to deceive us. 

Most importantly, do I really want a digital twin? 'AI twinsies.' (LJS, 1-17-2024) New technology (Hollo AI) is available that will allow me to upload a selfie and voice memos into my phone. Then my twin can interact with my fans on social media platforms. According to the site, “Hollo leads the way in personalized AI interactions, connecting creators and celebrities with their fans ethically and authentically.” Well it’s being created for celebrities at this point, but how do they know I’m not a celebrity?

I think I need a digital twin...and she will write my next blog.  Or maybe I have already signed up and my twin wrote this one... 



Resources:

Can We Trust Artificial Intelligence (https://scienceexchange.caltech.edu/topics/artificial-intelligence-research/trustworthy-ai)

News Literacy Project (https://newslit.org/ai/?gad_source=1)

Reverse Image Search

(https://checkology.org/demo/lesson/7dfd7cb251430f1c28f84051056b4aff8e65ad75?utm_source=ai&utm_medium=click&utm_campaign=ai_landing&_gl=1*1n9niv0*_ga*MTY2OTQxMTczNS4xNzA5NjY4NzQx*_ga_TCGD1R62ZJ*MTcxMDAwOTEyMC4zLjEuMTcxMDAwOTIxMS42MC4wLjA) 

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Saturday, March 2, 2024

A time to commit




By JoAnne Young


This week I listened to a father tell a story about his own listening to Debussy’s Claire de Lune while mourning the loss of a baby. I could hear that haunting piano along with him as he read out loud the essay he had written about the empty space the baby left in his and his wife’s house and life. 

 

“I don’t just play it to remind myself,” he wrote. “I play it to live in the fade of each note and dance with your spirit. It is the closest that I will ever come to holding your hand.” 

 

Hearing, one of our five big senses, is a great human gift. There are other beings who have better hearing than we do, using it mostly for survival. Ours helps us to survive, too, but also in large part to connect and to find pleasure, even delight, when we go a step further and really listen. 

 

In recent years, I have come up with a word each January that will guide me through the new year. Last year it was “connection.” For 2024, I had decided to continue with the word connection because it had served me well. But as I took a cold walk around Holmes Lake one morning and listened to winter becoming spring in the drumming of woodpeckers, the lapping of water that had lost its last skim of ice, the scampering of a squirrel up the bark of a tree with leaves for her nest, I decided to add listening to my 2024 intentions. 

 

There is so much to listening, not the least of which is listening to people, our families, our friends, our politicians (just enough to know what they’re up to), and those who can guide us, teach us or just make us laugh. One of my vows on that cold morning walk was to listen this year for understanding, without judgment, agenda or distraction. 

 

I will make one exception. Politicians.

 

I had an opportunity recently to inquire with the Nebraska Attorney General’s office about interviewing and writing a profile on a woman – Grace Johnson, an Oglala Sioux Tribe member – who had been hired last fall as the liaison for Missing and Murdered Indigenous Persons in Nebraska, a long ignored, troubling issue that is finally getting attention. 

 

The office said no, I could not talk to her, even though the Nebraska Legislature funded the position to improve these needed investigations and disclosures. 

I appealed to Attorney General Mike Hilgers, himself, reminding him about the national media’s high profile interest in this, on television series and movies, that Nebraskans should know something about the woman who taxpayers are funding, what motivates her and what she specifically is doing. Nebraskans should be able to listen to her directly. 

 

He said they “had challenges with that,” even though “Grace is a wonderful person. She’s doing amazing work.” Maybe, he said, there’s a way to meet in the middle. But there was, honestly, no middle. A disservice, when listening is blocked, to her, the Legislature, the Native population and its missing people, and the rest of us. 

 

I tried. Didn’t succeed. So onward with my year of listening through conversations, music, reading, the sounds of nature, TV, movies, plays, podcasts, body language and the soulful eyes of our pets.

 

I’ll devote much of my listening to others through conversation. 

 

We listen, on average, to about 20,000 or more words each day. On some days, much more than that. Women speak an average of 16,215 words a day. Men rack up about 15,669, according to a University of Arizona study. That’s an average of 950 words in an hour, give or take. 

 

Part of my commitment to listening this year will be to listen for understanding, to pay attention, to learn, rather than thinking about what to say next. And at the end of each day, I will take note of the best thing I heard that day. 

 

Today, it was once again on a walk at the lake: a herd of young people running up behind me on the path, the staccato sound of each shoe hitting the gravel in soft rhythm. I can’t rightfully describe the joy that brought. 



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