2.29.2024 – a true leap of faith

a true leap of faith
into unknown what may be
see you in four years

Four years ago today I wrote this haiku:

Reading Anxiety
excessive interest
Bound box of Moonlight

And I wrote an essay about the worries I created for myself by my need to always have something to read and always seeming to worry that there was some new fact I might be missing by not reading.

I find it interesting that I use the phrase, ‘Bound Box of Moonlight” but I don’t credit the source of the thought.

My wife and I had just watched the odd movie Box of Moonlight where the hero or anti-hero if you will, brings home a bound box of moonlight.

Not sure what I was thinking that morning back four years ago.

It was a Saturday and I would have just finished a week of commuting back and forth into the city of Atlanta.

An election was coming up in 9 months.

We were looking at the 1st Spring of Covid but the March 13 lockdowns were unimaginable.

The affects of Covid overall could not have been taken seriously.

My daughter was expecting a baby at any moment.

But what was I thinking?

I can tell what I wasn’t thinking.

I wasn’t thinking that in October my job would be made redundant.

I wasn’t thinking that I would be living in South Carolina.

I would never have ever ever thought that on a regular basis I would be walking on the beach along the Atlantic Ocean.

And once again, a daughter is expecting a baby at any moment.

Here is the point.

This day, leap day, won’t come again for another 4 years.

What will change in those 4 years.

What will I be thinking in 4 years from today.

I might be retired and not going into work every day.

I might be a lot of things.

But this I do know.

There will be 1,461 days until February 29, 2028.

The sun will rise, Lord willing of course, 1,461 times and set 1,460 times.

Here on the island, the tide will come in 2,932 times and sweep everything away and go out 2,931 times, leaving a clean tides wept beachscape behind.

See you in four years.

As Bette Davis said in All About Eve, “fasten your seat belts, it’s going to be a bumpy night.”

PS: Those stories about the millennial who showed up for meeting at 10:25 because they were told the meeting was a quarter past 10 must be true. I explained leap year to a coworker who fits that demographic. She asked what happened to the extra day everyone was talking about and when I said there wasn’t a February 29th last year or next year, she didn’t believe me and had to look it up but then looked very satisfied that she now knew what leap year and leap day meant.

2.28.2024 – party championed

party championed
free people, speech, trade, markets …
once de-zombified

Discussing what Former South Carolina Governor, Nikki Haley should do next, after losing the Republican Primary election, columnist Bret Stephens wrote:

The honorable advice is for her to come to terms with the fact that she may never be president,

but she can become a leader of a principled conservative movement that rejects demagoguery, supports the rule of law,

champions free people,

free speech,

free trade

and free markets —

and bides its time until the Republican Party is de-zombified and wants to return to its former self.

That means campaigning for a while longer, maybe even to the convention.

This was in the opinion piece, The Conversation: Trump Is in His Element , a weekly column in the New York Times by Gail Collins and Bret Stephens where these two writers exchange views on the world scene.

I am, truly, really, trying to stay out of political commentary but the use of language, specifically de-zombified was too much fun to pass up.

The discussion made me think for two reasons, well more than two but these two stand out for the purpose of this essay.

The first reason was the end of that sentence, return to its former self.

It seems to me that this was the first time I had read that someone felt the Republican Party might return one day.

A party of that would once again be a principled conservative movement that rejects demagoguery, supports the rule of law, champions free people, free speech, free trade and free markets.

Maybe.

I think that Pandora’s Box has been opened and all the King’s Horses and all the King’s Men aren’t going to get that Box closed but, well, maybe.

The second reason was that word, de-zombified .

Trying to come up with a word that explains what has happened to the Republican Party, you would hard put to come up with a better word than Zombified along with The Walking Dead.

Kind of sad really.

I remember back in the day listening to a radio broadcast of the Chicago White Sox with Harry Carey and Jimmy Piersall.

The White Sox were down late in the game but the bases were loaded with two outs.

Harry called out his famous, “OH OH OH for a LONG ONE.”

Jimmy responded with, “I’d settle for triple.”

“I’d settle for double.”

“I’d settle for a single.”

“I’d … settle for a hit batsman.”

OH OH OH for an Abraham Lincoln right now.

I’d settle for Jerry Ford.

2.27.2024 – as a way of life

as a way of life
that disappeared long ago
production doubled

Technology is the main driver of rural decline, Schaller and Waldman argue. Indeed, American farms produce more than five times as much as they did 75 years ago, but the agricultural work force declined by about two-thirds over the same period, thanks to machinery, improved seeds, fertilizers and pesticides. Coal production has been falling recently, but thanks partly to technologies like mountaintop removal, coal mining as a way of life largely disappeared long ago, with the number of miners falling 80 percent even as production roughly doubled.

From The Mystery of White Rural Rage, Feb. 26, 2024 By Paul Krugman, an Opinion Columnist for the New York Times.

There is much to digest in this short essay.

But the line that stayed with me was coal mining as a way of life largely disappeared long ago.

To me and my limited experience with hard work, I would like to think that if coal mining as a way of life largely disappeared long ago, it would be a good thing.

One spring weekend back in the day in Grand Rapids, Michigan where I grew up, my Mom told me and my two younger brothers (I grew up in a family of 11 kids, with 8 boys and three girls, I was 8th and the three after me were all boys and we were known as the Four Little Boys until one year we signed our collective Christmas gift to our parents as ‘The Boys’ – but I digress) that a friend needed some help.

This some help turned out to be leveling the bottom of a pit that had just been dug for the basement of a house they were building.

We drove over there the feller there pointed to bottom of a square mud hole.

We had to use a ladder to get down into the hole where we found three shovels.

The ground the hole was dug in was pretty much clay.

The clay at the bottom of the pit had hardened into a crust that we had to hammer at with out shovels until we broke through to mud.

The feller pointed out some high spots and some low spots and told us to get at it.

I am not sure how long we worked.

I do remember that my brother Pete slammed his shovel into the clay like a harpoon, trying to break through, for about 10 minutes and then said, “I’m done.”

But we kept at it and after an afternoon of slogging, we climbed up out of the hole.

It was the hardest work I have ever done.

I think I got home and found a catalog of liberal arts college classes and never ever again in my life picked up an honest shovel.

Snow shoveling doesn’t count here.

I think coal miners and I think ‘The Depression’ and the photography of Walker Evans.

On one website about Mr. Evans, the blogger writes:

Many of Evans’ early photographs revealed the influence of European modernism, particularly in their formalism and emphasis on dynamic graphic structures.

But Evans gradually moved away from this highly aestheticized style to develop his own evocative but more reticent notions of realism.

He focused on the role of the viewer and the poetic resonance of ordinary subjects.

The poetic resonance of ordinary subjects.

Coal mining as a way of life largely disappeared long ago.

Maybe what I am after is to say that the poetic resonance of coal mining as a way of life largely disappeared long ago.

Mr. Krugman writes, “Technology eliminates some jobs, but it has always generated enough new jobs to offset these losses, and there’s every reason to believe that it will continue to do so for the foreseeable future.

I understand this a little as it seems that these coal mining jobs are replaced with service industry jobs.

I remember talking with a waitress in Charleston, WVA recently who said she had three jobs, two in restaurants and then a motor newspaper delivery route.

I think of what I call the Ralph Kramden Conjecture.

Ralph Kramden was a character portrayed by Jackie Gleason in the 1955 TV Show, the Honeymooners.

Mr. Kramden was married and lived in Brooklyn with his wife, Alice.

Mr. Kramden was able to support this lavish lifestyle through his job as a New York City Bus Driver.

But He was able to support himself and wife at a certain social level on his salary alone.

Could someone today support a two person family in Brooklyn on $27.83 / hour that is the listed NYC Bus Driver Salary.

Where have these jobs gone?

What has replaced them?

Or is this just one more example of a job that as a way of life largely disappeared long ago.

2.26.2024 – last light of the sun

last light of the sun
that had died in the west still
lived for one song more

As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music — hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.

Too dark in the woods for a bird
By sleight of wing
To better its perch for the night,
Though it still could sing.

The last of the light of the sun
That had died in the west
Still lived for one song more
In a thrush’s breast.

Far in the pillared dark
Thrush music went—
Almost like a call to come in
To the dark and lament.

But no, I was out for stars:
I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked,
And I hadn’t been.

Come In by Robert Frost in A Witness Tree, Henry Holt and Company, New York, 1942.

The scene is the island road on Pinckney Island, South Carolina.

The Pinckney Island National Wildlife Refuge is a 4,053-acre (16 km2) National Wildlife Refuge located in Beaufort County, South Carolina between the mainland and Hilton Head Island.

The refuge is one of seven refuges administered by the Savannah Coastal Refuges Complex in Savannah, Georgia.

In a partial review on Wikipedia, Harriet Monroe of Poetry Magazine noted that Frost is most interested in “showing the human reaction to nature’s processes.

But no, I was out for stars:
I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked,
And I hadn’t been.

2.25.2024 – errors from feeble

errors from feeble
interactions can mimic
destructive effects

Yet quantum superpositions are skittish creatures. Measure a qubit in a superposition state and it will collapse to either 0 or 1, wiping out any computation in progress. To make matters worse, errors stemming from feeble interactions between qubits and their environment can mimic the destructive effects of measurement. Anything that rubs a qubit the wrong way, whether it’s a nosy researcher or a stray photon, can spoil the computation.

From Never-Repeating Tiles Can Safeguard Quantum Information by Ben Brubaker, Quanta Magazine, Feb. 24, 2024.

I am not sure what it means either but it sounds really really bad and I really liked how the words rolled out.

On the other hand, I am not sure what other fields from Cooking to Politics to Relationships that the idea, errors stemming from feeble interactions between … (insert field here ie:) Cooking and their environment can mimic the destructive effects.

Anything that rubs a qubit the wrong way, whether it’s a nosy researcher or a stray photon, can spoil the computation.

Well …

Anything that rubs anything the wrong way, whether it’s a nosy researcher or a stray photon, can spoil anything.