played carefully circumspectly … to be … cracker of a day
Circumspectly: a careful, cautious, and watchful manner, considering all possible consequences before acting. It implies a degree of prudence and discretion, avoiding risks and potential dangers.
Listening to the BBC Coverage of the 1st Test Cricket Match (must be summer time) against India, I am again in awe of the vocabulary of the BBC presenters and commentators.
Jonathan Agnew, talking about England’s play said that the England team had played carefully … circumspectly.
I will wait in vain for some one in America to say about any coach …. any team … played circumspectly.
Boy Howdy, but, as Michael Vaughn said, “that would be a cracker of day!”
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 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.
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.
Needlework and computer coding might seem to be incongruous pursuits, but for the Dutch artist Anna Lucia Goense, the combination has provided infinite creative possibilities.
“If you look at cross-stitching or working with a loom or even knitting patterns, they are always binary systems on grids,” said Ms. Goense, 33, who is known professionally as Anna Lucia. Her focus is generative art, a process that involves designing systems, manipulating parameters and fine-tuning algorithms to create artworks that can range from browser-based animations to textiles such as quilts and embroidered fabrics.
Along with the concept itself of art from computer code, I had to admire the role of syllables in that sentence:
… generative art, a process that involves designing systems, manipulating parameters and fine-tuning algorithms to create artworks that can range from browser-based animations to textiles such as quilts and embroidered fabrics.
flag of stars, of man! sure and steady step, passing highest flags of kings
“Flag Day, Fifth Avenue, July 4th 1916” by Frederick Childe Hassam.
FLAG of stars! thick-sprinkled bunting! Long yet your road, fateful flag!—long yet your road, and lined with bloody death! For the prize I see at issue, at last is the world! All its ships and shores I see, interwoven with your threads, greedy banner! —Dream’d again the flags of kings, highest borne, to flaunt unrivall’d? O hasten, flag of man! O with sure and steady step, passing highest flags of kings, Walk supreme to the heavens, mighty symbol—run up above them all, Flag of stars! thick sprinkled bunting!
Flag of Stars By Walt Whitman as printed in Walt Whitman: The Complete poetry and selected prose and letters, London, The Nonesuch Press, 1964