1.3.2023 – lunch time beach walking

lunch time beach walking
servers clicks webpages emails
somewhat disappear

Out the door of my office, down the street and cross at the corner.

Take the fenced in path through the parking lot.

Bang – Zoom, I am on the beach.

I am walking across the sand wearing khakis and a button down to be sure but still …

Jim Harrison once wrote along that lines that it would take a half a day but he could get on plane, land in northern upper lower Michigan, get in his car and be back at his home in Leelanau.

Really, he said, it was the only way he could handle being in Los Angeles.

Back at my desk, the servers, clicks, webpages and emails are waiting for me.

But I knew they would be when I left.

Whatever happened to those little naked elves?

11.18.2022 – make things so simple

make things so simple
things are simple as a rule
not always she said

From the exchange:

“There’s something awfully consoling about you,” said Flora. “You make things so simple.”

“Things are simple as a rule,” said the big game hunter.

“Not always,” said Flora.

As it appears in Agatha Christie’s whodunit The murder of Roger Ackroyd (United States: Grosset & Dunlap,1926.) which you can read here.

I am not a much of a mystery reader.

Most of the time my suspension of disbelief comes crashing down with a loud OH COME ON followed by the thump of me tossing the book to one side.

I don’t do that anymore because I don’t toss my kindle.

I watched a lot of that old Columbo TV series with Peter Falk and I enjoyed watching the crime and then watching Lt. Columbo find the clues we saw the murderer leave behind but still when in one episode the killer lit several cigarettes and left them on the ashtray as a false clue as to the timing of the crime, the first thing Lt. Columbo when he arrived on the scene was the check the filters of the cigarettes to see if they showed evidence of being smoked … boy howdy, but I yelled, OH COME ON.

As an aside, one of the more poignant things I have read lately was a short statement about Peter Falk. He died after a term with Alzheimer’s. In that statement, there was this short line that stated something along the lines that ‘for the last 3 years of his life, Peter Falk had no recollection of playing the role of Lt. Columbo.’

But I digress.

The other day I was watching one of my favorite movies, WITNESS FOR THE PROSECUTION (the one with Charles Laughton where they have some single camera shots that last 3 to 5 minutes without a cut or break in the dialogue) which you can watch right now online through this goofy app/website named TUBI – the free version has commercials, sometimes very long commercials but I am old and I don’t mind, and I wanted to try and track down some dialogue and as the movie is based on a play that is based on a book by the same name by Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie, Lady Mallowan, and I ended up on her wikipedia page.

According to wikipedia, In 2013, the 600 members of the Crime Writers’ Association chose The Murder of Roger Ackroyd as “the best whodunit … ever written”. Critic Sutherland Scott stated, “If Agatha Christie had made no other contribution to the literature of detective fiction she would still deserve our grateful thanks” for writing this novel.

Now I do not know who was in the Crime Writers’ Association and if this was based on a multiple choice ballot or vote of hands or voice vote or what have you, but there it is.

We will accept that the Crime Writer’s Association was a group of note but I do wonder.

I think of what Jim Harrison once said, when he said, that just once, he would like win an award that he had heard about it before he was told he had won it.

Still, Agatha Christie’s The Murder of Roger Ackroyd was voted best crime novel ever.

I thought that made The Murder of Roger Ackroyd worth a read or at least an attempt to read.

I am halfway through and it is holding my interest but I can put it down to, say, watch a few minutes of TV or something but I am plugging on.

So far, Dame Aggie has made things so simple.

And things are simple, as a rule.

But … not always.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

To be continued …

10.30.2022 – He literally

He literally
willed what was in his mind to
be reality

He felt that victory required belief.

As a boy, friends recall, “he was always repeating” the salesman’s credo that “You’ve got to believe in what you’re selling”; decades later, in his retirement, he would say: “What convinces is conviction. You simply have to believe in the argument you are advancing; if you don’t, you’re as good as dead.

The other person will sense that something isn’t there.”

And Lyndon Johnson could make himself believe in an argument even if that argument did not accord with the facts, even if it was clearly in conflict with reality.

He “would quickly come to believe what he was saying even if it was clearly not true,” his aide Joseph Califano would write.

“It was not an act,” George Reedy would say.

“He had a fantastic capacity to persuade himself that the ‘truth’ which was convenient for the present was the truth and anything that conflicted with it was the prevarication of enemies.

He literally willed what was in his mind to become reality.”

He would refuse to hear any facts which conflicted with that “reality,” to listen to anyone who disagreed with him.

(Robert A. Caro. The Passage of Power (2012). Knopf. Kindle Edition.)

Is there something in the water at the White House?

Or in Washington, DC, overall?

The author Jim Harrison once wrote something along the lines of asking that when you consider the buildings and such in Washington, DC, how could elected officials NOT become pompous?

Mr. Harrison recommended turning the Capitol into a museum and setting Congress up in a pole barn in Anacostia and then watch how long it took for the Government to make things happen.

I second the notion with the added stipulation of no air conditioning.

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9.20.2022 – occupational

occupational
citizenship behaviors
leaving work on time

In an article about the quiet quitting concept, Mr. James Tapper wrote:

Rather than working late on a Friday evening, organising the annual team-building trip to Slough or volunteering to supervise the boss’s teenager on work experience, the quiet quitters are avoiding the above and beyond, the hustle culture mentality, or what psychologists call “occupational citizenship behaviours”.

Instead, they are doing just enough in the office to keep up, then leaving work on time and muting Slack. Then posting about it on social media.

Occupational citizenship behaviours.

These, I think used to be called ‘Conventions‘ as in, “The conventions demand it.

In the movie Revenge (which is based on a Jim Harrison short story but achieved more fame when Kevin Costner told the story that he was signed up to do the movie ‘Revenge’ and the script went into re-write and Costner asked how long it would take as if there was enough time, he was going to go do this baseball movie in Iowa), the killer anti-hero says out loud something along the lines of , ‘I have to do this. The conventions demand it … I don’t even know what means.’

Occupational citizenship behaviours.

I do know what that means and while I am back in the office only two days a week so far, I just don’t want to have to follow through with them anymore.

Suffice it say, leaving work on time used to go against the conventions.

8.22.2022 – sensing mutual

sensing mutual
misfortune, solace seeking
… in chaos theory

incoming storm over the South Carolina Low Country

Adapted from a line of Jim Harrison’s in the Brown Dog Novella, “The Summer He Didn’t Die” (2006).

Mr. Harrison writes, “ … she felt a sense of mutual misfortune akin to looking for solace in chaos theory.”

I had to go the wikipedia for a refresher on Chaos Theory and it states: Chaos theory is an interdisciplinary scientific theory and branch of mathematics focused on underlying patterns and deterministic laws, of dynamical systems, that are highly sensitive to initial conditions, that were once thought to have completely random states of disorder and irregularities.

I do not second guess Mr. Harrison, but maybe in this case, consider Chaos, or as it is in the Greek, “Abyss” of early Greek cosmology, either the primeval emptiness of the universe before things came into being or the abyss of Tartarus, the underworld.

Considering all three, underlying patterns and deterministic laws, of dynamical systems, or the primeval emptiness of the universe or the underworld, there is not much solace to find in any of them.

Nevertheless, an apt description of the times we live in.

To which I respond with Tempora mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis!

Some solace there acutally.

Though the poet responded, Quo modo? fit semper tempore pejor homo!

Or …

The times change, and we change with them.

How’s that?

Mankind always gets worse with time!

Feel better now?

Can’t wait to see how all this turns out.