6.22.205 – couldn’t be tempted …

couldn’t be tempted …
he’s into computer stuff
like all good young men

Adapted from the paragraph: His son couldn’t be tempted to take up the family business – “he’s into computer stuff, like all good young men are” – and so Friday also marked the end of the Harper legacy inside the Sydney Opera House.

In the article, For 50 years, Sydney Opera House has had one man on speed dial by Tiffanie Turnbull for the BBC News, Sydney.

In the midst of the headlines today, ICE Raids, Heat Domes, Iron Domes and Bombings, my brain was attracted by the headline on the BBC News Website that stated, For 50 years, Sydney Opera House has had one man on speed dial along with the tease, Terry Harper has been tuning pianos in the iconic venue since he was a teen – a family legacy started by his dad.

My first thought was of that college age REO record album, You Can Tune a Piano, but You Can’t Tuna Fish.

My 2nd thought was about the Sydney Opera House as I had just been rereading Bill Bryon’s 2000 book, In a Sunburned Country about Australia.

Anyway, I thought the story worth the click and the few minutes of my time it would take to read.

I thoroughly enjoyed the story of the a singular man in the right place at the right time and happy to be the peg that filled that particular hole of tuning the pianos in the Opera House in Sydney, Australia.

Sometimes when the Man and the Hour meet, the meeting is about tuning pianos.

For myself, it sounded like THE job.

There is a word sinecure that is defined as a position requiring little or no work but giving the holder status or financial benefit.

As I understand it, this usually meant political jobs assigned by political leaders or Kings as rewards to faithful servants.

The point is, that once I read about such jobs, sinecure or without cure, in the Latin, or as I defined it, without care, or without A care, it was the job I wanted.

I wanted to show up, do my time, leave and shut the door on the rest of the world when I got home.

As I got older and learned about the working world, I realized that sinecure’s rarely opened up and the list of applicants was vast.

I examined my skills, my likes, my dislikes and I searched out what for me would be the next best thing and decided I wanted to be a history teacher.

A United States History teacher.

This led to a course of study and a college degree and entering the job field at a time when history teachers weren’t much in demand.

So I took what I get which was two part time jobs working for both the Grand Rapids Public Library and the Kent Country Library systems at the same time.

At that moment, both Library systems had joined together to create their first online cataloging and registration system for managing the books in the library as well all the patron accounts for check out and check in and reservations.

While the two systems shared the computers, they maintained different access accounts and user policies.

And I had logins to both GRPL and KDL access.

Often, standing at the Reference Desk at the GRPL, I would hear a patron ask another staffer if they could check for a book at a KDL Library and put it on hold.

I would hear the staffer reply, “I can’t … but he can.”

And point at me.

I would smile (very smugly), access a terminal, login with my KDL credentials and put the book on hold.

While the goal was still to teach history, that logging into another account was the thin end of the wedge and another job field started to creep into my life through my fingertips.

I got to goofying around on the computer in my spare time at the reference desk.

Understand personal computers were just coming out and internet access, as it was then understood, was impossibly limited, and I had access to a multi million dollar system to … goof off.

Someone told me I could access the library at the University of Michigan through the GRPL terminal so I had to do it.

Then I figured out how I could access almost any library in the world.

This was the INTERNET.

The network of computers and cables and hardware that inter connected all the computers in the world.

This had been around since the dawn of computers pretty much.

In the early 90’s, the World Wide Web of INFORMATION that lived on the Internet was created and using my newly learned skill to access libraries, I could access the WWW.

Very limited at the time, and nothing but text, the WWW took up more and more of my time working at the library.

Almost overnight, I had a new job skill, a new line on my resume and a new job.

I was a webmaster.

And I was in demand, making more money than I could in the Libraries or as a teacher.

And I landed in online news and teaching history became a might-have-been in a long line of might-have-beens in my life.

I exchanged the hoped for life of academia for the world of news with its demand for immediacy in the online world of total adaptability.

Changes demanding change.

A million miles away from the world of the sinecure.

Today, I read with a shaking head that line, he’s into computer stuff, like all good young men are.

Was it fate?

Who was I to think I was good young man, but was it all a predetermined course of events, unavoidable and influenced by a higher power or a force beyond my control?

I think back.

Had I seen it coming, would I have made the same decisions?

Well, to be honest …

What a long strange trip it’s been.

And it led to being the ‘webmaster’ for a small resort on a resort island on the Atlantic Coast of South Carolina.

Been doing web stuff since 1995, I can make a website stand up and sing the Star Spangled Banner if I have too.

I am a dinosaur but one with skills that cannot be taught in any other way than by doing this for 30 years.

And I keep busy.

When I started this job, I promised the owner I would figure out a way to get the smell of the salt air and the feel of your toes in the sand into an online experience.

I work in an office 5 blocks from the coast and I spend my lunch hour walking the beach.

Not goofing off, mind you.

It’s research.

It just looks like I haven’t a care in the world.

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6.21.2025 – warm summer sun shine

warm summer sun shine
shine kindly here – southern wind
blow warm, softly here

Sky paintings at the Calhoun Street Dock. Bluffton, SC

Based on the poem, Warm Summer Sun, By Mark Twain

Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, good night.

Written as a eulogy for his daughter Susy Clemens, who died of meningitis at only 24 years of age

6.20.2025 – summer world bright fresh

summer world bright fresh
just far enough away seem
dreamy, reposeful

Sun on the back parking lot on Hilton Head Island – Longest day of the year at 7AM

Saturday morning was come, and all the summer world was bright and fresh, and brimming with life. There was a song in every heart; and if the heart was young the music issued at the lips. There was cheer in every face and a spring in every step. The locust trees were in bloom and the fragrance of the blossoms filled the air. Cardiff Hill, beyond the village and above it, was green with vegetation, and it lay just far enough away to seem a Delectable Land, dreamy, reposeful, and inviting.

From Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain.

The prelude to Tom Sawyer whitewashing the back fence.

After painting this word picture and opening the door to an early summer day, which I have used for the first day of summer, the longest day of the year, Mr. Twain slams the door shut with the words, “Tom appeared on the sidewalk with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled brush. He surveyed the fence, and all gladness left him and a deep melancholy settled down upon his spirit. Thirty yards of board fence nine feet high. Life to him seemed hollow, and existence but a burden.

I have to take my hat off to Mr. Twain and stand in awe of the simple combination of simple words that takes us to a mountain top.

All the summer world was bright and fresh, and brimming with life.

There was a song in every heart; and if the heart was young the music issued at the lips.

There was cheer in every face and a spring in every step.

… just far enough away to seem a Delectable Land, dreamy, reposeful, and inviting.

Then with the same use of simple words, Mr. Twain shoves us off the mountain.

… all gladness left him and a deep melancholy settled down upon his spirit.

Thirty yards of board fence nine feet high.

Life to him seemed hollow, and existence but a burden.

I can see it.

I can feel it.

I can hear it in my soul.

Screen shot of my iPhone Compass – at 7am – Sun was at 61 degrees ENE – notice its already 79 and I am 21 feet above sea level … which was off by 15 feet.

6.19.2025 – one of those which sells

one of those which sells
you the disease in order
to sell you the cure

Adapted from the book review, The Genius Myth by Helen Lewis review – bright wrong things by Houman Barekat where Mr. Barekat writes:

The Genius Myth is one of those popular nonfiction books in which an author sells you the disease in order to sell you the cure. As is customary in this genre, it comes with its own bespoke jargon: Lewis has coined a term – “the deficit model of genius” – to denote the prevalence of certain handicaps or character flaws among extremely talented scientists and artists. A banal truism is thus passed off as sociological insight.

My wife and I still watch the network evening news.

We go back and forth between networks but at 6:30 p.m. our kids know we will have the TV on to learn about the day.

If you watch these programs, you must have noticed that almost everyday there is a new commercial for a new drug with some goofy name like Latuda, Xeljanz, Humira or Abilify.

These commercials have a lot in common.

One, the name is outrageous.

Tofacitinib?

I often say I would have enjoyed being in the board room where that name was picked out and that I would hate to see what names were that got rejected.

Two, most likely you have never heard of the disease these drugs treat.

Tofacitinib is for rheumatoid arthritis, psoriatic arthritis, ankylosing spondylitis, polyarticular course juvenile idiopathic arthritis, and ulcerative colitis.

Three, the side effects sound worse than the disease.

The side effects are so bad that they are read a quiet voice and double the speed of the normal speech.

When I read the phrase sells you the disease in order to sell you the cure I knew just what Mr. Barekat meant.

Until you heard about the possible symptoms, you didn’t have the symptoms.

Once you had the symptoms, the idea of the drug seemed to be a good idea, regardless of the side effects.

These thoughts stayed with me through my morning drive to work.

And it hit me.

It came to me that this explains the talking points of the current administration.

Did we need DOGE layoffs?

Did we need ICE raids?

Did we need to nuke Iran?

This current administration had to sell the disease.

Maybe a disease we didn’t even know about.

To sell us the cure.

And they found a lot of buyers.

Regardless of the side effects.

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6.18.2025 – burning with a hard

burning with a hard,
gemlike flame – it’s something they
learn in school, I think

First published on June 18th, 1938, in the New Yorker Magazine.

The drawing was republished in one of the editions of Thurber’s book, Men Women and Dogs with the caption:

It’s a strange mood she’s in,  kind of a cross between Baby Doll and Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

No explanation for the change but it would be difficult to get into a haiku.

According to Wikipedia: Baby Doll is a 1956 American black comedy film directed by Elia Kazan and starring Carroll Baker, Karl Malden and Eli Wallach. It was produced by Kazan and Tennessee Williams, and adapted by Williams from two of his own one-act plays: 27 Wagons Full of Cotton and The Unsatisfactory Supper. The plot focuses on a feud between two rival cotton gin owners in rural Mississippi.

Filmed in Mississippi in late 1955, Baby Doll was released in December 1956. It provoked significant controversy, mostly because of its implied sexual themes, and the National Legion of Decency condemned the film.

WOW!

Kind of a cross between Baby Doll and Elizabeth Barrett Browning or burning with a hard,  gemlike flame that might be something learned in school.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm 

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