Monday morning, early, before sunrise. Waking on account of “who knows what” I got up knowing that I would sort through the contents of my mind with words. What is bothering me? Perhaps it is the craziness of these times, the absolutely “wigged out,” insane behavior of too many of my contemporaries!? Today I…
Trumpism is an expression of the despair of impotent old white people in the age of globalization. Trumpism – a desire for supremacy that ignoramuses reclaim in the name of their own ignorance, supremacy of those who are aggressively competitive but lack the intellectual means to achieve. p. 106 The idiocy of protecting racial…
The 20th century was a century of the straight line, of yang rationality, of modernism and abstraction, The 21st century will be the century of the curve, of yin, of harmony and building with Nature. …if we cannot recover our innate empathy, find balance, and come up with a new tone, a new mood,…
People talk about melting pots,America’s a melting pot, South Africa’s a melting pot,melting pot, melting pot…What you forget is that what’s making the things in the pot meltis the fire….. There are no diverse places in the worldwhere people just came there for good times. — excerpt, interview with Trevor NoahTrevor Noah Is Still…
What to write this morning? There was a dusting of snow last night. In the predawn darkness the spruce trees are painted white. That comforts me. The season of Fall is transitioning to Winter. If the seasons should fail to transition, that indeed, would be terror. Much worse than a deluded President, believing he…
A friend recommended Yellowstone, a Kevin Costner series playing on Amazon Prime. It is about a 5th generation rancher, John Dutton. The Montana rancher is engaged in conflict involving the land and desires of developers, and environmentalists, and native Americans and his own family. The episodes of season one involve the violence which is…
The sky is gray, overcast as if a bowl of depressive disorder had been placed over us by the gods. It seems very quiet outside with little traffic along Western Avenue. Sunday morning is not typically this silent. But these are the days of pandemic, of worsening spread of the coronavirus. I cannot say…
‘Mr Limbkins, I beg your pardon, sir! Oliver Twist has asked for more!’ – excerpt Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens Last night I participated in a Socrates Cafe discussion. The topic was social media and privacy. How much have we lost? Do humans deserve personal privacy? I felt depressed after an hour or so…
I read the email received from an old friend this morning, expressing sadness over having to cancel plans to visit family in Alaska. The pandemics spread accelerates around us, now we receive word of acquaintances who are hospitalized. The email had news of a mutual friend who was admitted to the ER last night…
The world is vast and beyond definition. Anything that can be defined can be controlled. There is much in experience that is wild, idiosyncratic, a patient contradiction to the mind. Yet, there it is, undefined, a surd. I think of my day to day responsibility to work with my grand daughter to learn her…
