1.18.2021 – measure of success

measure of success
unselfish spirit exists
purpose, dignity

It was Bill Clinton who famously said, “It’s the economy, STUPID!”

So call me stupid, but what is the economy and how do we measure it so we can understand if things are good or if things are bad.

The one economic rule of thumb that really made sense to me was that when other people had no money, it was a recession.

When I had no money, it was a depression.

The reporters and commentators on economic news of late seem to feel that the economy is doing okay, even good considering the covid and all.

Maybe even the impact of covid with have good long term economic imact.

Then the reporters and commentators start throwing out the economic textbook alphabet code words like GNI, PPP, OECD, GDP, Nominal GDP and REAL GDP.

By the time the reporters and commentators are done, I have tuned out and I listen for one word.

Good.

Bad.

After all, it’s the economy STUPID.

Then, feeling stupid, I ask good for who and bad for who?

A long time ago, Robert Kennedy questioned the use of economic factors as a measure for a success of a Country.

In one of the first speeches in his 1967 Presidential Campaign, speaking at the University of Kansas and speaking, according to legend, without notes Mr. Kennedy talked about GDP.

(First, a reminder that GDP measures those activities for which money changes hands or for which a monetary value can be attached. Paid childcare is included, but unpaid childcare by family members or friends isn’t.)

Mr. Kennedy said:

” . . .the gross national product does not allow for the health of our children, the quality of their education or the joy of their play.

It does not include the beauty of our poetry or the strength of our marriages, the intelligence of our public debate or the integrity of our public officials.

It measures neither our wit nor our courage, neither our wisdom nor our learning, neither our compassion nor our devotion to our country, it measures everything in short, except that which makes life worthwhile.

And it can tell us everything about America except why we are proud that we are Americans.

BOY HOWDY!

I mean gee whiz just off the bat I love this just for the way Mr. Kennedy said it.

Then I love what he said.

Then what he said just, well, makes me sad.

Mournful, you know what I mean.

So much has happened lately that can tell us so much about America except why we are proud that we are Americans.

Will Rodgers would imitate President Calvin Coolidge giving a speech (a bit of humor that President Coolidge did not appreciate) and would deliver a text like:

The County as a hole is prosperous. I did not say the whole Country is prosperous but the Country as a hole. Usually, a hole is NOT prosperous. And this Country is in a hole.”

We are in a hole.

A hole that we dug.

As Mr. Kennedy said, “no one – neither industry, nor labor, nor government – has cared enough to help.”

I wonder if we can get out.

So much has is gone and still as Mr. Kennedy said, ” … there is another greater task, it is to confront the poverty of satisfaction – purpose and dignity – that afflicts us all.”

But Bobby also said, “I think we here in this country, with the unselfish spirit that exists in the United States of America, I think we can do better here also.”

Can we get back there?

Can we go forward to get there?

Make America Great with an unselfish spirit.

For that answer I have to return to Mr. Kennedy’s GDP speech again and to Mr. Kennedy’s quote from George Bernard Shaw.

Some people see things as they are and say, ‘why?’ I dream things that never were and say, ‘why not?’

1.16.2021 – at end of the bench

at end of the bench
players play at not playing
insane, to stay sane

I came across an old book of Mitch Albom columns from the 1990’s the other day.

The Detroit Free Press used to issue pseudo books of Mr. Albom’s by picking 100 of his recent columns and reprinting them.

I remember them well as I was working at a book store back in then.

Then went by the imaginative titles of Live Albom #1, #2 … etc.

I also remember them as I remember reading them when the columns themselves were in the Free Press.

Or at least I remember the events in the columns if not the columns themselves.

Telling you the truth I DO remember reading some of them though.

Sounds too much to accept that I could recall Mr. Albom’s writing after 30 years but some of them, I can.

Maybe that says more about Mr. Albom’s writing than about me or maybe I am just a little odd.

Ernie Hemmingway once put on paper a statement on writing that went something like, “if you can write in such a way that WHAT YOU WRITE becomes part of the consciousness of the reader, then you are writer.”

I will that this applies to Mr. Albom, at least before he had to admit he ‘contrived’ or ‘projected’ a lot of his conversations with people as to ‘they way it would have happened … had it happened.”

I guess instead of reporting we just change the heading over his books to fiction, it is still good.

But this is all prologue.

I got the idea for todays Haiku from a column that appeared in the Detroit Free Press on April 18, 1990.

Written during the Detroit Pistons 2nd NBA Championship run during the Bad Boys era, the article was about two player, Scott Hastings and David Greenwood who never, if rarely got into a game.

An NBA team has 12 players.

5 players play at any one time.

So 5 really good players is all you need.

With maybe 2 or 3 guys off the bench.

That leaves 4 or 5 guys, really really good, NBA level talent, athletes sitting on the bench trying to look excited about being paid a lot of money to not play.

Mr. Albom titled the column, At the end of the bench you play at not playing.

Then led off the column quoting Scott Hastings as sayin, “Every thing we do is insane. It keeps us sane.”

Mr. Albom’s column was the story of 2 grown men working to dealing with life in one of the brightest of sports spotlights and the light just misses them.

The two players Greenwood and Hastings, how they passed they time, talking to fans, asking them to order popcorn, cheering for their team, watching the crowd, commenting on the weather, taking part in time out huddles.

Listing goofy thing after goofy thing just to pretty much stay sane.

Or at least stay awake.

This is what struck me.

This was just these two fellers in there little world.

If you were a fan and sat nearby you might have noticed it.

Some of the players on the Pistons bench said they were aware of the zany world at that end of the bench and tried to avoid.

It was … private.

You know what I mean?

It was a world of just these two players and they did these things just for themselves.

Today?

Today with twitter?

Today with twitter and other aspects of social media?

These guys and there little world most likely would be mega stars or ‘influencers.”

And it would not have been the same.

So many little worlds like this used to exist.

Private and on going unto themselves for the sake of themselves.

If there was an outlet for this it was AM TALK RADIO late late at night.

Today all these little private goofy, odd and maybe scary worlds are in the fore front somehow.

Instead of being under the carpet or off the radar they lead the newscycle.

I think these little worlds, like the players at the end of the bench, have always been there.

But now they have a voice.

A megaphone.

A megaphone yelling LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME.

Social Media has pulled back the carpet and revealed all the bugs underneath.

Instead of the guys at the end of bench, I am the one going insane to stay sane.

I feel like I am playing at not playing.

All the news now is just AM TALK RADIO with live video … of the person talking.

Can say it is an improvement.

1.12.2021 – water is taught by thirst

water is taught by thirst
land by the oceans passed
peace by battles told

Stolen shamelessly from Emily Dickinson and her short poem;

Water, is taught by thirst.
Land — by the Oceans passed.
Transport — by throe —
Peace — by its battles told —
Love, by Memorial Mold —
Birds, by the Snow.

I am not sure what it means.

Most likely, like any passing view or shadow, its meaning can change with the day.

Today I want to say it means that you won’t miss it until it is gone, then you will miss it a lot.

Miss what?

Well, whatcha got?

I miss this country.

Or at least the mirage of civility this county used to display.

Maybe it was a mirage.

Maybe it was a hypocrisy.

But it was a useful hypocrisy.

Now as Mr. Wonka says, you can’t go back – go to go on to go back.

Water is taught by thirst.

Civility maybe is taught by the lack of it.

Or at least I hope so.

1.7.2021- How it all started

How it all started
Well, that was some weird shit … now
the fat lady sings

“Well, that was some weird …”

So commented someone in attendance at the Trump Inaugural 4 years ago.

So commented someone in attendance at the Trump Inaugural 4 years ago just minutes into the Trump Administration as Trump finished his Inaugural Address to the nation.

Remember that speech?

The one where Trump said, “This American carnage stops right here and stops right now.”

When he finished someone turned to the people nearby and said, “Well, that was some weird shit.”

That someone was George W. Bush.

By some accounts President Bush said it out loud to Hillary Clinton.

Mrs. Clinton herself tells the story that way.

More than anyone knew, President Bush summed up the speech and previewed the next four years.

Four years that are ever so slowly coming to an end.

It was Yogi Berra who famously said “it ain’t over until its over“.

This gets repeated in close athletic contests all the time.

Another phrase that gets used a lot, especially in late game, come from behind unexpected victories , is that “it ain’t over until the fat lady sings.

The statement is supposed to be a reference to attending opera performances, especially performances of Wagnerian Opera’s that last for a week or more.

The message is you know the opera is over when the fat lady sings.

Another story on the phrase I have in my head is that the fat lady singing was the traditional closing act back in Vaudeville days.

It also seems to me that the last act was bad on purpose as it made the crowd want to go home.

Much like Atlanta’s Hartsfield-Jackson airport is designed to help the crowd appreciate and look forward to their own homes even more.

And for some reason I always thought the fat lady sings was a Yogi Berra saying.

So I was surprised to feed the phrase into the Google and learn that the phrase is of relatively recent origin.

According to Wikipedia, “The first recorded use appeared in the Dallas Morning News on March 10, 1976:
Despite his obvious allegiance to the Red Raiders, Texas Tech sports information director Ralph Carpenter was the picture of professional objectivity when the Aggies rallied for a 72–72 tie late in the SWC tournament finals. “Hey, Ralph,” said Bill Morgan, “this… is going to be a tight one after all.” “Right”, said Ralph, “the opera ain’t over until the fat lady sings.”

1976?

I was sure it went back much further than that but who wants to argue with Wikipedia.

As Mr. Berra said, “If the world were perfect, it wouldn’t be.”

Wikipedia states that: “The phrase is generally understood to be a reference to opera sopranos, who were traditionally overweight. The imagery of Wagner’s opera cycle Der Ring des Nibelungen and its last part, Götterdämmerung, is typically used in depictions accompanying uses of the phrase.”

Wikipedia also lists phrases with similar meanings
It ain’t over till it’s over“, a phrase popularized by baseball player Yogi Berra.
Don’t count your chickens before they hatch”, a well-known saying which originated in the 16th century.
The future isn’t carved in stone“, a phrase meaning that the future can always be changed.
Nothing is carved in stone” or “It isn’t carved in stone.” a phrase meaning a situation or plans can be changed.

The last one calls to mind when my Father died back in January of 1988.

1988?

Boy, Howdy! But does that seem like a long time ago.

When my Father’s tombstone was delivered we all went out to see it.

The stone cutter had made a mistake common to the month of January and the tombstone displayed the year of death as 1987.

We all looked at the stone and we looked at the date and we looked at each other.

As I remember it my brother Steve looked around and said, “What can we do? It IS carved in stone!”

My Dad would have liked that.

But I digress.

I was struck by the Wikipedia entry about my phrase in question and that it stated it is understood to refer to the Götterdämmerung in Wagner’s opera cycle.

Feed Götterdämmerung into the google and the google says that a Götterdämmerung is a collapse (as of a society or regime) marked by catastrophic violence and disorder.

Well if that doesn’t make you put the coffee down and quote President Bush I don’t know what will.

It is time for the fat lady to sing.

Maybe she has been singing for some time.

I feel like I have wanted to go home and appreciate home for some time.

And the song she is singing is, “Well, that was some weird shit.”

12.31.2020 – I have come to see

I have come to see
growing old as privilege.
pleased to have made it

New Years Eve and what to say?

Happily for me I came across a terrifically sad happy story.

Or is it a terrifically happy sad story.

Splitting hairs so who cares.

I came across an article written by a someone whose medical diagnosis is for a few months to live.

That was a few months ago.

He is 31 years old.

Desperate to try anything he tried anything.

He writes, “And after pinning my hopes on the idea of a drug trial for so long, it took just over a week for it to batter me. My days involved moving from my room to the sofa, feeling like I had flu and struggling with mental fog. Almost immediately I realised I just couldn’t do it. Life for me is about living, not just clocking up the years. And this drug made living almost impossible.”

He then decided all he could do was reflect.

One of his reflections is,  a life, if lived well, is long enough.

He added, “This can mean different things to different people.”

Then he wrote these lines.

“Knowing that my life was going to be cut short has also changed my perspective on ageing.

Most people assume they will live into old age.

I have come to see growing old as a privilege.

Nobody should lament getting one year older, another grey hair or a wrinkle.

Instead, be pleased that you’ve made it.

If you feel like you haven’t made the most of your last year, try to use your next one better.”

I remember watching an interview with Harold Macmillan late in his life.

He said he envied young people and their feeling they would live forever.

He was asked if he really thought that was true, that young people thought they would live forever?

Mr. Macmillan answered immediately, “Of Course they do. Who is going to go up over the top of the trenches but that they think they will live forever.”

Times can look pretty bleak.

On the one hand this last year has been pretty bleak.

On the other hand, in my life, it is as if someone wiped the board clean of all the hotels, houses and properties and I am getting a chance to start the game all over again.

From where I was last year, I have landed, completely unexpectedly, in a new world.

I am not going to take my good fortune for granted.

I can get fussy and wonder why did this happen so late in my life.

But then I realize I had a late in life so that things like this could happen.

And I am grateful.

Getting to live where I live and work where I work is a priveledge.

But so is being 60 years old a privilege.

If I am making any resolutions, I will be promising to remember this.

And, as the feller wrote, if I feel like I haven’t made the most of this last year, I will try to use my next one better.

Inspired by the article: At 31, I have just weeks to live. Here’s what I want to pass on.