5.19.2020 – government prone to

government prone to
sustained bouts of stupidity
is news to nobody

Right is right, and wrong is wrong, and a body ain’t got no business doing wrong when he ain’t ignorant and knows better.

So says that great American, Tom Sawyer in the book, Huckleberry Finn.

Gets to the final sum pretty quick.

Right is right.

Wrong is wrong.

When people are out of money, food, work and hope, well that is wrong.

Does any one disagree?

Then we should do right.

We should do the right thing.

We should do the opposite of wrong.

We got to get money, food, work and hope to those people.

So we look to Congress.

Alexander Hamilton wrote in the Federalist (#52) when he was explaining the Constitution to America, “It is it is essential to liberty that the government in general should have a common interest with the people, so it is particularly essential that the branch of it under consideration should have an immediate dependence on, and an intimate sympathy with, the people.”

Big words.

Good words.

Essential words.

It is essential to Liberty …

It is particularly essential …

That the branch [House of Representatives] should have an immediate dependence on, and an intimate sympathy with the people.

Sympathy.

There is a word not often used in the same sentence as the word, Congress.

And why?

Mr. Twain also wrote, “Suppose you were an idiot. And suppose you were a member of Congress. But I repeat myself.”

I can picture Mr. Hamilton today saying, ‘Something went wrong here.”

5.17.2020 – my view through my lens

my view through my lens
my assumption what I see
same through your lens, but …

I remember a story in a book on photography.

The author, who I cannot recall, described a scene at a park where he was walking with a friend.

The were some distance behind another feller who had a camera.

This feller would stop and stare and now and then, move around in one spot, and take a photo.

Then the feller would move on.

Our author and his friend would arrive at the same spot and they would stop.

The author’s friend would look.

And look and look.

And say, “What did that feller see here? I don’t see anything. What was he taking a picture of?”

In the 1981 film, Ansel Adams, photographer, Mr. Adams describes what went into the photograph Moonrise, Hernandez, New Mexico.


I feel the most important of the story is Mr. Adams saying, “I observed a fantastic scene.”

From the get-go he recognized that what he was looking at was special and that a special photograph just might capture the scene.

Mr. Adams has written about this moment and the upheaval as he pulled over and starting setting up his camera.

You have to love the part where he cannot find his light meter but remembered that moonlight was 250 candles per square foot.

He writes that he got all set and snapped the photo and “I knew it was special when I released the shutter.”

Would I have recognized the scene?

I would not have remembered the luminosity of the moon in foot candles.

Would I have had the same view in my lens?

Doubt it.

As I walk though my day today I will see many things.

But I will make the assumption that what I see and the way I see it is the way every one sees it.

Coronavirus.

Stay at home.

Wear a mask.

President Trump.

Governors.

Sentators.

They way I see these things is the way everyone sees them.

Right?

Obviously not.

The views are different and all over the place.

A short walk down the information super highway with a crowd from social media should convince me of that.

Though, I still have to stop at the same spots and I have to ask.

What did those people who come away with different views see here?

What do you see here?

5.9.2020 – confusing, waiting

confusing, waiting
for potential future that
might never return

Potential future?

Potential future that may never return?

Is that tautologic?

Or pleonasmistic?

A Yogi Berraism, in other words?

Coach Berra was famous for saying things that he claimed he never said.

Most of his sayings, mis-remembered or not, were kinda goofy.

Coach Berra said he would have his pizza cut into 4 slices because he couldn’t eat 8.

Stuff like that.

I remember once talking with my brother Tim and I quoted Coach Berra’s, “It gets late early out there.”

He was talking about deep left field in Yankee Stadium.

I don’t remember what the point was that I was making to my brother.

But Tim looked at me and said, “I know just what you mean.”

Potential Future?

Potential future that may never return?

I just read that this morning in the article, “US job losses have reached Great Depression levels. Did it have to be that way?”

According to wikipedia. “In literary criticism and rhetoric, a tautology is a statement which repeats an idea, using near-synonymous morphemes, words or phrases, “saying the same thing twice”.

Tautology and pleonasm are not consistently differentiated in literature.

Like pleonasm, tautology is often considered a fault of style when unintentional. Intentional repetition may emphasize a thought or help the listener or reader understand a point.”

Well, there it is.

Potential future.

Saying the same thing twice.

Or is it.

I would argue that potential future is not that same as future potential.

But that is not what was written in the article.

“Potential future that might never return.”

If you said that to me, would I bit confused?

A little bit.

On the other hand.

I know just you mean.

5.8.2020 – VE DAY Today

VE DAY Today
Victory in Europe Day
1945

Winston Churchill in a shout out to the crowds in London said, “God bless you all. This is your victory!

It is the victory of the cause of freedom in every land.

In all our long history we have never seen a greater day than this.

Everyone, man or woman, has done their best.

Everyone has tried.

Neither the long years, nor the dangers, nor the fierce attacks of the enemy, have in any way weakened the unbending resolve of the British nation.

God bless you all.”

General Eisenhower released a statement from Supreme Headquarters – Allied Expeditionary Force that said in its entirety, “The mission of this Allied Force was fulfilled at 0241, local time, May 7th, 1945.”

On May 17, 1945, my Dad wrote from 12th Corps Headquarters, “As far as I know, we are going to remain in Germany for occupation but of course everything is mixed up and we don’t know just what will happen.

In none of his surviving letters does my Dad even mention that the war had ended.

In his last note before the end of the war, dated May 1st, he wrote, “The Air Corps certainly did a lot of damage here in Germany in the past year. As we travel through we can can see all the destruction. I don’t see how they can keep fighting much longer.”

It is interesting to note that his letter of May 17th was not delivered until July, 1945.

I am nearing 60 years old.

My Dad would have been 100 years old.

Strikes me that when he was 20, the United States Civil War came to an end 75 years earlier.

5.7.2020 – just be by myself

just be by myself
feel evening breeze, gaze at moon
I lost my senses

Stay at home.

Quaruntine.

Is it any wonder we are losing our senses.

As someone said, the problem with common sense is that is it so uncommon.

The words of that old cowboy poet, Cole Porter, keep coming back to my mind.

Okay, so Cole Porter stole the words or came by the words in such a way that a court had to decide they were his.

Not the Roy Rodgers way now is it.

But the words are there anyhow they came to be.

I just don’t like fences.

Oh give me land, lots of land, and the starry skies above
Don’t fence me in
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love
Don’t fence me in

Let me be by myself in the evening breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please
Don’t fence me in

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle on
Underneath the western skies
On my cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise

I want to ride to the ridge where the West commences
To many words, gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can’t look at hobbles and I can’t stand fences
Don’t fence me in

Oh give me land, lots of land, and the starry skies above
Don’t fence me in
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love
Don’t fence me in

(for what its worth, Mr. Porter said it was his least favorite song. Go figure?)