11.4.2026 – preeminently

preeminently
time to speak truth, the whole truth …
frankly and boldly

Adapted from President Franklin D. Roosevelt’s 1st inaugeral address, March 4, 1933 in Washington, DC, where President Roosevelt said:

This is preeminently the time to speak the truth, the whole truth, frankly and boldly. Nor need we shrink from honestly facing conditions in our country today. This great Nation will endure as it has endured, will revive and will prosper. So, first of all, let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself–nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance.

Action in this image and to this end is feasible under the form of government which we have inherited from our ancestors. Our Constitution is so simple and practical that it is possible always to meet extraordinary needs by changes in emphasis and arrangement without loss of essential form. That is why our constitutional system has proved itself the most superbly enduring political mechanism the modern world has produced. It has met every stress of vast expansion of territory, of foreign wars, of bitter internal strife, of world relations.

We face the arduous days that lie before us in the warm courage of the national unity; with the clear consciousness of seeking old and precious moral values; with the clean satisfaction that comes from the stem performance of duty by old and young alike. We aim at the assurance of a rounded and permanent national life.

We do not distrust the future of essential democracy. The people of the United States have not failed. In their need they have registered a mandate that they want direct, vigorous action.

This speech is best known for the line, “the only thing we have to fear is fear itself”.

When quoted, the quoters stop here.

But look at the rest of the line …

–nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance.

Let’s look at this again.

The only thing we have to fear is fear itself–

Nameless,

Unreasoning,

Unjustified terror

Which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance.

Mr. Shakespeare put it:

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.

I enjoyed watching the election returns last night.

Oh, decidedly that, enjoyed, I was overjoyed almost to the point of tears that this country seems to asserted itself and said, here the people rule.

Let’s go forward.

Let’s go forward without fear.

I do think that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself–nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance.

This is preeminently the time to speak the truth, the whole truth, frankly and bold!

The time to speak the truth.

The whole truth.

Frankly and bold!

(WHAT A NOVELTY!)

Let’s go forward.

Let’s go forward with Truth.

Let’s go forward with Truth, frankly and bold!

SO much to do!

For right now, forgive me, my heart is in clouds and I do feel like its morning again for this Country.

Walking to the car this morning … a Roman would take this a good omen

11.3.2026 – the importance of

the importance of
accurate speech, those virtues
of communication

Ballot:

Italian balla, ball. Secret voting in early days was done by dropping small balls in an urn or a box. Our present voting-machines have no resemblance to a ball at all, but the name sticks. Bullet is from the French form of ball, boule. Bullets and ballots are therefore the same — but not in a democracy, heaven be praised. The Venetians used bullets for drawing lots. To “blackball” was to drop in a ball of black, indicating a vote against a candidate.

From In a word by Margaret S. Ernst, illustrated by James Thurber (Harper & Row: New York, 1939).

In a preface to a re-release of In a Word in the early 1960’s, Mr. Thurber wrote:

The primary purpose of this compendium is to entertain, to fascinate, even to astonish word lovers, but it is my personal prayer that it will also serve to impress them with the importance of accurate speech, careful writing, and true meaning in a period of the world’s history when those virtues of communication are becoming more and more essential to the security, such as it is, of Man on earth.

In the original introduction, Ms. Ernst wrote:

We use words in a manner that fits contemporary thought and function. But back of almost every twentieth century accepted meaning is an earlier sense: more full of activity, less metaphoric, a literal picture of life in early Rome or Athens or in England, land of the Angles. When a Roman insulted someone, he leaped on him (or her) physically (Latin in, on; salire, leap or jump).

Neither here nor there, but Mr. Thurber also wrote:

The drawings that accompany some of these words are among the last that I was able to do in pen and ink before my sight began to dim in 1940. The illustration for ‘Candidate’ was presented, twenty years ago, to Franklin Delano Roosevelt by his great friend, Morris Ernst, without, I am glad to say, disturbing their friendship in any way whatever. What became of that drawing I do not know, but what becomes of my drawings is, thank God, not one of the problems of our time, here or abroad.

Of course I selected the drawing titled Ballot for election day and I lucked out with Mr. Thurber’s warning about the “… importance of accurate speech, careful writing, and true meaning in a period of the world’s history when those virtues of communication are becoming more and more essential to the security, such as it is, of Man on earth.“

Oh how I could go on about the importance of accurate speech, careful writing, and true meaning in a period of the world’s history when those virtues of communication are becoming more and more essential to the security, such as it is, of Man on earth and how it relates to that man currently in office but I could spend all day on that and I don’t have all day.

For 20 years I worked in news and election day and getting accurate results online was the challenge of the day.

My first online election was Bush / Gore in the fall of 2000.

I cannot even guess at how many elections I worked after that until I was told that my services were no longer needed in 2020.

I worked with some great people covering some great issues.

And not once … NOT ONCE … was there ever a story line that asked, would one side or the other not accept the results of the election.

Democracy is about ballots, not bullets.

It takes both sides to follow the rules to work.

In dealing with the rules, the importance of accurate speech, careful writing, and true meaning in a period of the world’s history when those virtues of communication are becoming more and more essential to the security, such as it is, of Man on earth.

In the words of Bette Davis, “Hang on, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.”

For more Thurber drawings, see For Muggs and Rex

11.2.2026 – on Chicago time

on Chicago time
I have always done better
on Chicago time

It was the time change this weekend that got me thinking.

I woke up at my usual time this morning but realized had another hour before I had to get out of bed.

I grew up in Grand Rapids, Michigan.

But in the summer time, we moved to Grand Haven as my Dad bought a place cottage right on the shore of Lake Michigan.

It was about as far west as you could go in the Eastern Time Zone and still be on Eastern Time.

Life at the cottage slowed way down.

When we first moved out there, we still had a party line and not only had to listen for the phone to ring but had to listen to the type of rings, I think ours was 2 long rings and 2 short rings.

It was such a bother that that may have been where my families universal avoidance of dealing with telephones started.

We had TV of course.

If my Dad was along, TV would be involved.

And right on the shore, we could pick stations from Chicago, Milwaukee and Green Bay as well as the stations in Grand Rapids.

Being right on the shore, we also had the last minutes of sun light in the Eastern Time zone.

Evening twilight lasted forever.

And the sunsets were the things that poets tried to poet about.

Just down from our cottage as a big dune that we called the big dune (I told life was slower).

We learned that we could stand on the shore and watch the sun go down and climb quickly to the top of the big dune and see it disappear again.

It felt like we had a handle on the Earth and we could lever it back an inch.

Meal times moved back.

Nights were later.

Mornings started later.

It wasn’t until the sun was over the cottage that it hit the beach and the day really warmed up.

At some point my Dad pointed out that we lived on Chicago time.

An hour behind everyone else back in Grand Rapids.

Thinking back, I always seemed to do better on Chicago time.

Now I live a mile from the eastern most point of the Eastern Time zone.

I don’t have sunsets.

I have sunrises.

I think I am more of a sunset guy to tell you the truth.

I think I did better on Chicago time.

I think I still do.

The view south from the ‘Hoffman Cottage’ on Lake Michigan

11.1.2026 – asking wrong question

asking wrong question
instead of how much time left
how much of your mind

I digress to start, but I believe I am correct when I say that Prince is again recognized by that name today and not by the ‘Artist Formerly Known as Prince (TAFKAP), or simply the Artist.

I ask that as today, Prince joins my Pantheon of the Giants of Word Use, Big Bill, Mr. Sandburg, Hemingway, EB White; Et al) whose content I steal and work into a haiku.

The line I quote:

Instead of asking him how much of your time is left

Ask him how much of your mind, *

Popped into my brain while reading the Guest Essay Could A.I. Be Conscious? It’s Definitely Possible, Toni Sims, a researcher at the Center for Mind, Ethics and Policy at New York University.

Ms. Sims writes:

Of course, you can never know for sure whether a machine is conscious, just as you can never know for sure whether anyone is conscious other than yourself. As philosophers have long recognized, the only conscious experience each of us can directly observe is our own. Instead, we have to evaluate the consciousness of other beings indirectly, through an examination of the available evidence. We infer that our fellow humans are conscious because of our shared biological makeup, as well as how they behave and talk — including, notably, that they say they are conscious.

So while we will never be completely certain whether A.I. systems are conscious, we should still collect and weigh the evidence, because getting the question wrong carries serious risks. If we assume A.I. is not conscious when it actually is, we could end up abusing and neglecting vulnerable beings in enormous numbers — as I believe we do with animals. If we decide that A.I. is conscious when it really isn’t, we could end up misplacing our moral concern and abdicating control over what are, or should be, powerful tools that we can use to advance human and animal well-being.

Reading this piece, my objections boiled over like baking soda in vinegar as I sought the right words to say, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

I felt like I was losing my mind.

Maybe that’s what brought the words of Prince to mind.

And I focused on Instead of asking …

Instead of asking … Could A.I. be concious?

Ask .. Could A.I. have a soul?

And I am here to tell that the answer to that question is … NO!

Quoting Yeats, could A.I. write a poem that makes the soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing?

Sure, I guess.

Could A.I. READ a poem that makes its soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing?

NO!

A.I. and machines in general DO NOT HAVE A SOUL.

Years ago a toy came out called a gigapet which was tiny machine that needed attention in the way of pressing a button or two every couple of hours to ‘stay alive’.

My kids all had them and kept them going for most of a day.

They were MACHINES.

AI is a machine.

At the end of the day, we can turn them, we should turn them OFF.

I make it a point to tell co-workers that computers can be like dogs and sense fear and play on that with some users so it is important, from time to time, to unplug your computer and wave the end of the cord in front of your monitor.

I do worry that this conversation will go down the road of machines being conscious and then, somehow, having rights, having standing in court.

But always, ALWAYS, keep in mind, computers, AI, any machine, has no soul.

To the line, So while we will never be completely certain whether A.I. systems are conscious, we should still collect and weigh the evidence. I say I am certain.

I say we can uplug these machines without concern.

Unplug with impunity.

Unplug fearlessly.

Unplug with prejudice.

And for those days when the elevator tries to get you down ..

GO CRAZY!

Oh the thoughts that come with an extra hour of sleep due to the time change.

  • Complete quote:

    So when you call up that shrink in Beverly Hills
    You know the one, Dr. Everything’ll-Be-Alright
    Instead of asking him how much of your time is left
    Ask him how much of your mind, baby
    ‘Cause in this life
    Things are much harder than in the after world
    In this life
    You’re on your own
    And if de-elevator tries to bring you down
    Go crazy

10.31.2026 – realizing faith is both

realizing faith is both
ineffable, tangible
beating of one’s heart

This morning’s Chicago Tribune has an opinion piece by Mr. Colin Fleming titled, Linus Van Pelt’s belief in the Great Pumpkin encourages us to be sincere (Click for a PDF of the column).

Mr. Fleming writes about Linus Van Pelt and the Great Pumpkin that:

Most of us know how this goes. Linus spends Halloween night in the pumpkin patch with Sally Brown, who has a crush on him, while the other kids are off at a party and trick-or-treating. The Great Pumpkin doesn’t show, and eventually, a freezing Linus is fetched back home by his sister Lucy and put to bed.

Linus is an exemplar of sincerity who numbers among our wisest figures in popular culture because of his realness. Linus doesn’t perform. He believes and tries to understand, realizing faith is both ineffable and as tangible as the beating of one’s heart.

How often are we our unfettered selves? How often do we say and do things just for a desired outcome?

For Linus, the Great Pumpkin is less about toys and more about being true to one’s self. Halloween is treated as his blind spot, the day each year this Socrates of the gang makes a fool of himself and misses out on treats. Snoopy, Charlie Brown’s jape-loving beagle, goes so far as to prank Linus and Sally in the pumpkin patch by acting as if he’s the Great Pumpkin by rising from the tangle of vines.

And yet, Linus keeps going back, seemingly unconcerned with what others think. This is someone with passions. Interests. Linus would be wholly unaffected by an algorithm.

How many of us now take our cues from what is pushed into our faces and talk about what others talk about? There is peace in Linus’ pumpkin patch, living as a lover of Halloween, for reasons likely different from most people’s. He has stripped himself of performative excess and is only himself.

I rate Linus as hero-like.

Born in 1960, I cannot recall a time when I wasn’t aware of and wanted to watch It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.

Watched it over and over again.

Screamed as the networks butchered it to make time for more commericals.

And never ever doubted the sincerity of Linus.

Linus is an exemplar of sincerity who numbers among our wisest figures in popular culture because of his realness.

Linus doesn’t perform.

He believes and tries to understand, realizing faith is both ineffable and as tangible as the beating of one’s heart.

Linus keeps going back, seemingly unconcerned with what others think.

This is someone with passions.

Interests.

Linus would be wholly unaffected by an algorithm.

I rate Linus as hero-like.

Faith doesn’t need to be fully verbalized to be intensely real.

It bridges the gap between the mystical and the physical. You may not be able to fully explain what or why you believe when asked to describe it, but you experience its presence as undeniably and continuously as your own pulse.

It is an essential life force, unseen and undefinable, yet pulsing beneath every moment.

All held together by sincerity.

I am reminded of the Bible story in the Book of Genesis where God tells Abraham he is going to destroy the city of Sodom and Abraham makes a deal to find fifty righteous people in the city and save the city.

Then Abraham asks to change the total to 45, then 40, then 30, then 20, then 10 and then two angels show up to destroy the city so Abraham could not come with 10 good men.

What if we went looking for 50 sincere people in this Country today.

Cynicism.

That’s what you find.

Cynicism from the top down.

But Linus keeps going back, seemingly unconcerned with what others think.

I too, rate Linus as hero-like.