2.18.2024 – it was considered

it was considered
ungentlemanly to check
facts, accuracy

I used to say, “The hardest TV Trivia question is … ‘In the Brady Bunch, what was Carol Brady’s maiden name?'”

This was tough as Mrs. Brady was a widow so her and her daughters last name was NOT Mrs. Brady’s maiden name.

Then along came google.

With this in mind, I enjoyed reading, No focus, no fights, and a bad back – 16 ways technology has ruined my life by by Tim Dowling in the Guardian (2/18/2024).

Mr. Dowling’s list includes, “I live in fear of being scammed, I feel a strange obligation to monitor bad news in real time, It’s given me unfiltered access to the opinions of stupid people and It’s given stupid people unfiltered access to each other’s opinions.

I like “I’m no longer able to have arguments in pubs.”

Mr. Dowling writes, “I can remember a time when it was considered ungentlemanly to check the factual accuracy of a statement made by a drinking companion. You were just meant to counter their argument by presenting specious facts of your own. But when everyone has the GDP of every Brics country at their fingertips, there doesn’t seem to be much point in spirited debate. You end up spending the whole evening looking things up and saying, “Huh.” These days, if you want to get into a petty squabble over obscure facts in an environment where phone use is banned, you have to go to prison. Or do the pub quiz. Either way, it’s no life.”

I remember listening to a call in sports show from New Zealand once and they asked a trivia question and got a caller on the line who was a bit shocked that he got through and spent some time chatting up the two hosts of the show.

Then one of the hosts caught on and says, “Hey, you’re playing for time while you’re doing the Google!”

And Yes, that is when I started referring to using Google with the definite article, The or as the host said, “Doing THE Google.”

(Admit it, it sounds better with a bit of the kiwi/down under upper lift interrogative accent when saying “Doing THE Goggle”).

Back in the day my toughest baseball trivia question was, “What player started a game as a member of one team, was traded in the middle the game to the other team and ended up scoring for the other team?

This gets interesting as this question cannot be answered using The Google but I didn’t know that until today.

I am saving this story for another day.

In a final twist, I can ask what does the TV show, the Brady Bunch and the the only player in MLB History who started the game as a member of one time, was traded in the middle the game to the other team and ended up scoring for the other team have in common?

But to the point, you could raise these points to make a point and counter points with presenting specious facts of your own.

It was fun.

It was real engagement.

But when everyone has the GDP of every Brics country at their fingertips, there doesn’t seem to be much point in spirited debate.

You can challenge.

You can prove your point.

Or you don’t talk amongst yourselves, you just play the trivia contest that you can access via the QR Code on the coasters.

You can call out your score, but who cares?

Either way, it’s no life.

BTW, I knew Carol Brady’s maiden name because a book on the Brady Bunch came out back in 1990 with a complete cast list for the pilot and each season along with Guest Stars and in the pilot, two actors I cannot remember were listed as … Mr. and Mrs. Tyler (Parents of the Bride) and this factoid was added to the library of useless knowledge that is my brain.

Carol Brady was Caroline Ann “Carol” Brady or Caroline Ann “Carol” Martin née Carol Ann Tyler when see married Mike Brady.

2.2.2024 – here we are again

here we are again
the days of the long shadows
were we ever here?

Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

My wife and I try to walk around out in the neighborhood everyday, twice if the weather and my schedule work out.

It is an exercise regime that works with my outlook on physical exercise.

I have noticed that several times a year (it really should be only twice a year but the time change throws a curveball into the mix) the sun lines up low in the sky with a length of sidewalk and produces these long shadows.

From the picture, you can see we are some minutes or maybe a day or two away from the shadow lining up exactly with the sidewalk but you can’t count on sunny days even here in the low country of South Carolina so I thought I better grab the image while the grabbing was good.

I have, by the calendar, seen these shadows stretch out and line up about 16 times since we moved here.

The sidewalk is the same.

The street ahead is the same.

The shadows pretty much look the same thought the bulky of our clothes changes from early spring to late fall.

The sun is the same.

What has changed in the last four years?

Truly the more things change the more they stay the same.

With this in mind though, I agree with Delwin Brown, who in his 1994 book, Boundaries of Our Habitations: Tradition and Theological Construction, (State University of New York Press) wrote, “There must be some continuity with the past, “or else the world is a madhouse.” Hence, the more things change, the more they stay the same; the more things stay the same, the more they change.”

Full disclosure I am not familiar with this book but when I looked up the the saying to get the french spelling of Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose, I came across Mr. Brown’s quote in the lazy man’s best friend, Wikipedia.

I am reminded of snow.

If you grew in the western part of the State of Michigan in the back half of the 20th century like I did, you saw a lot of snow.

Early in your life, your learned from your Mom or your brothers or your sisters or your kindergarten teacher that NO TWO SNOWFLAKES are the same.

I put it to you that NO TWO OF ANYTHING are the same.

No two snowflakes.

No two days.

No two nothing.

But besides being different, all snowflakes are snowflakes.

They are all the same.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

The more things stay the same, the more they change.

Then again, there is the shadow.

Here and gone.

Dark and bold in its outline in bright sun and a cloud comes along and covers the sun and the shadow is gone.

Was it really there?

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

The more things stay the same, the more they change.

Maybe we weren’t really here in the first place.

1.28.2024 – a cleat, an anchor

a cleat, an anchor
fasten, secure, clamp …
hang on to something

I like to sit on the Calhoun Street Dock on the May River at the foot of the bluff that gives Bluffton, South Carolina its name.

The fact that Calhoun Street is named for John C. Calhoun is for another time and another day.

The Calhoun Street dock is a tidal dock and it floats on the water and goes up and down with the 8 feet of ocean tide that reaches this far up the May River.

Anyone can tie their boat up the dock and leave the boat there while they boat owners enjoy beautiful downtown Bluffton.

Boats can be left tied up for three hours which is all anyone needs to enjoy beautiful downtown Bluffton.

The dock is lined with deck cleats.

We sit on the dock and watch boaters tie up to the dock.

There are the weekend boat owners or maybe those who have found themselves driving a boat that weekend, who slowly maneuver closer and closer to the dock and then have some jump over with a rope and pull the boat in.

Those folks take ropes from the bow and the stern and wind the ropes around and around the cleats until there is a great wad of rope wrapped around the cleat and the boat is made fast.

And the boat owners hopes it is secure.

Then there are those boat owners who come in fast, back down at the last moment, swing the bow away and drop the boat right next to the dock at a dead stop.

They step over to the dock and take the bow line and with a quick slick twist of their hand, drop a ring of rope around the cleat in such a way that when pulled tight, the rope locks itself over and under the cleat.

Not only is the boat secure, but with another flick of the wrist, the loop comes undone and the rope is free of the cleat.

And the boat owner knows it is secure.

I have watched this 100 times.

I have practiced this (at home with a make shift cleat) 100 times.

I still can’t get it.

And I guess you get it or you don’t.

I have studied United States History most of my life.

At one point the plan was to teach the wonderful history of this country that thought maybe they were different than the rest of the world.

When all other governments came crashing, smashing down, the United States of America and its Constitution, THE OLDEST continuously in user written Constitution in the World today, was an anchor, something to hang on to, something to secure the hope of the world.

There was such promise in the history of the United States.

A promise for a future.

You either get it or you don’t.

Now I am not so sure.

There sure seems to be a threat to all we held dear and cared for.

It also seems that if there are any folks who can do anything about these threats, they are busy renting rooms in the front of hotel that is on fire in the back.

Put not your trust in princes, nor in the son of man, in whom there is no help.

So says the Bible in the Book of Psalms.

I would like an anchor.

I would like something in these times to hand on to.

Paul (or maybe not Paul) wrote about God’s promises in his letter to the Hebrews, “We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure.”

Once more, you either get it or you don’t.

Faith in the United States and a hope.

Faith in God and much more than a hope.

1.24.2024 – may the Lord bless the

may the Lord bless the
man who invented noble sleep
and was never told

Adapted from the poem, Glad to Sleep by Julius C. Wright in the 1906 book, Poetic Diamonds.

God bless the man who invented noble sleep
Bless his noble eye
Bless him that he didn’t keep
His wonderful invention, nor try

May the Lord bless him; yes, I say,
Lord, bless his soul
Invented almost the greatest thing
And was never told

Mr. Wright identified himself as, “A Youth of Twenty Years, Who Never Spent a Day in College.

And he wrote in the preface to Poetic Diamonds:

 Whether or not the contents of this little volume will suit you I can’t tell. But I have put forth my best efforts to compose something to please everybody — 

 The Saint and the sinner, 
 The looser and the winner, 
 The great and the small. 
 The low and the tall. 

 So I have pulled wide the throttle to let it go, and ask you to keep your eyes upon the rails that it may be widely and publicly circulated. And I truly hope that it will find a useful field of labor instead of filling an early grave in the cemetery of forgetfulness. 

The poem took me as I had a late late late night the other and as I learned in college, it was the day after an ‘all-nighter’ that killed me, it was the day after the day after that I was a zombie.

But last night I had a noble sleep.

A sleep so tired that I didn’t dream.

Just a noble sleep.

Then that last paragraph I quoted from the preface.

 So I have pulled wide the throttle to let it go, and ask you to keep your eyes upon the rails that it may be widely and publicly circulated. And I truly hope that it will find a useful field of labor instead of filling an early grave in the cemetery of forgetfulness. 

I find it hard to get my arms around that I have been writing these haiku now for five years.

I started in January of 2019 after a morning of mindless commuting in Atlanta when I started to take note of odd combinations of words as I listened to books on tape and looked at the signs and advertising on my way downtown.

My admin page says I have made 1,786 posts and used 741,983 words (I know I copy and paste often so I cannot say I have written 741,983 words).

This is all a bit much and a bit nutz at the same time but the drinking song from La Traviata is playing on the radio just now so as I good Roman, I will take that for a positive omen.

 I have pulled wide the throttle to let it go, and ask you to keep your eyes upon the rails that it may be widely and publicly circulated.

And I truly hope that it will find a useful field of labor instead of filling an early grave in the cemetery of forgetfulness.