3.20.2024 – to reawaken

to reawaken
keep ourselves awake by
dawn’s expectations

We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us in our soundest sleep.

I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by a conscious endeavor.

It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we can do.

To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.

Every man is tasked to make his life, even in its details, worthy of the contemplation of his most elevated and critical hour.

If we refused, or rather used up, such paltry information as we get, the oracles would distinctly inform us how this might be done.

Henry David Thoreau in the book, Walden, from the Oxford University Press Edition, Oxford University Press, Great Clarendon Street, Oxford, 1997.

Nope, not going to tell the joke.

I’ll just tell you the punch line.

“Ralph, what are you doing OUT there?”

The joke is about Ralph Waldo Emerson, another of these three barreled named fellers that populated New England literature, talking to Henry David Thoreau (see) about being in jail.

Most folks, I think, have heard of Thoreau but I am pretty sure they don’t know why anymore.

With a little agitation of folks memories, they might just remember that Thoreau went to jail.

But I am pretty sure they don’t know why.

Back in the day, citizens had to pay a poll tax for the right to vote and whether they voted or not, the tax had to be paid.

At the time the United States of America was at war with Mexico over Texas which, as an independent country was looking to ban slavery so them fellers in the US Government who came from the south and who didn’t want a new, none slave holding country on the border, decided the United States should take Texas in as a State, a slave holding State and to do so, Mexico had to be warred off.

Anyway, Mr. Thoreau was against the war and any war at that, so he refused to pay his poll tax and spent the night in jail.

The people of the town of Concord were pretty upset that such a public defiance was taking place in their town so the folks who had some influence got on the case of Mr. Emerson who was famous for being famous and saying famous things before anyone else said them and Mr. Emerson went down to the jail and asked Mr. Thoreau, “Henry, what are doing in there?”

I have already told you Mr. Thoreau’s response.

It got me to thinking, all these folks with a burr up their butt about something that they don’t like that they US Government has done or is doing.

Well Sir, if they are so mad and so sure of their protest, let them stop paying their taxes.

As Mr. Thoreau might say, “I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by a conscious endeavor. “

Set let them folks make a conscious endeavor to elevate their argument not through news sound bites and social media posts but in defiance of the government by not paying taxes.

To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.

Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh sure.

Somehow, I don’t think this is what Mr. Thoreau meant when he wrote these thoughts down.

But that is where I am today I guess.

Every man is tasked to make his life, even in its details, worthy of the contemplation of his most elevated and critical hour.

3.19.2024 – with an intimate

with an intimate
protective privacy both
cool and sweet-smelling

Attempting, in a recent issue of Mushroom: The Journal of Wild Mushrooming, to explain his compatriots’ obsession with gathering wild mushrooms, Alexander (“Sasha”) Viazmensky tells how, during the peak of the season, Russians drive their cars right off the roads into the forests, in single-minded determination to cover as much ground as possible. This image has its downside—from the perspective of both the ecologist and the foot-borne mushroom gatherer—but from a distance it also has a certain perverse, surrealistic charm: black-beetle Soviet automobiles, like a swarm of 1948 DeSotos, their headlights glowing in the murk, weaving between the tree trunks of a forest that extends as far as the eye can see.

This image also captures something of what the landscape of western Russia is like: immense—and immensely flat. Its forests dwarf the imagination without themselves being all that impressive, for the ground is often damp, the soil poor, and the trees aspen, pine, and birch. They provide the Russian wanderer not with dramatic vistas or a sense of savage charm, but with an intimate, protective privacy — healingly cool and sweet-smelling. Boris Pasternak spoke for all native Russians when he wrote: “Included in the saintly order of pines/We become immortal for a while.”

From Outlaw Cook by John Thorne (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 1994).

If you have never read a cookbook for the writing instead of the recipes, any of John Thorne’s 4 cookbooks are a great place to start.

The recipes are also worth the time.

Over the years I have formed the theory that a good cookbook needs to have at least one good recipe.

And there are many many bad cook books out there.

Outlaw Cook has at least three recipes that I remember fondly with my stomach.

The Gingerbread Recipe, easy and served warm with ice cream so it melts into the cake is what Gingerbread is supposed to taste like.

The lemon ice cream is so easy and so refreshing you will wonder why you don’t make it every week.

The chocolate cake recipe is so simple.

Its formula is 1 – 1 – 1 – 1 -2 and bake.

1 Box of Chocolate Cake mix/

1 Box of Chocolate Pudding Mix

1 package of Chocolate Chips.

1 16ox tub of Sour Cream

2 Eggs.

Mix.

Pour into bundt pan.

Bake at 350 for a hour, maybe an hour and 10 minutes.

You will never make another chocolate cake.

But you can also make a lemon version by using lemon everything and white chocolate chips.

I invented that.

All three recipes will leave you with an intimate, protective privacy — healingly cool and sweet-smelling.

3.14.2024 – meddling, ungrateful,

meddling, ungrateful,
violent, treacherous, envious,
and unsociable

Okay I fudged the middle stanza with 8 syllables, I just love the way the words roll off your tongue.

Anyone feel left out?

Say to yourself at the start of the day, I shall meet with meddling, ungrateful, violent, treacherous, envious, and unsociable people.

They are subject to all these defects because they have no knowledge of good and bad.

But I, who have observed the nature of the good, and seen that it is the right; and of the bad, and seen that it is the wrong;

and of the wrongdoer himself, and seen that his nature is akin to my own —

not because he is of the same blood and seed, but because he shares as I do in mind and thus in a portion of the divine —

I, then, can neither be harmed by these people, nor become angry with one who is akin to me, nor can I hate him, for we have come into being to work together, like feet, hands, eyelids, or the two rows of teeth in our upper and lower jaws.

To work against one another is therefore contrary to nature; and to be angry with another person and turn away from him is surely to work against him.

From Meditations of Marcus Aurelius, Translated by Robin Hard with an Introduction and Notes by Christopher Gill, Oxford University Press, Great Clarendon Street, Oxford, 2011.

From the Introduction:

MARCUS AURELIUS (AD 121–80) was born (as Marcus Annius Verus) into a distinguished Roman family; after his father died in his childhood, he was adopted first by his grandfather and then by his uncle, Aurelius Antoninus, who became emperor in 138. Marcus married Antoninus’ daughter, Faustina, in 145 and they had several children, including Commodus, his first and only surviving son, who succeeded Marcus as emperor. On the death of Antoninus in 161, Marcus became emperor, along with Lucius Verus, who had also been adopted by Antoninus. They ruled together until Lucius’ death from illness in 169. Marcus’ period as emperor was dominated by confronting serious external threats to the boundaries and stability of the empire, especially from the Parthians in the east and the Germans in the north. Much of the period 168–80 was spent by Marcus in the Danube region, campaigning against the Germans, mostly successfully. In 175 there was a short and unsuccessful rebellion against him by Avidius Cassius. He died from illness in 180.

Marcus had the normal Roman aristocratic education in oratory and literature; his teachers included Fronto, and an extensive correspondence between them survives. But he was attracted from an early age to philosophy; the Stoic teachings of Epictetus were a special influence. The Meditations, probably written in his later years, served as a philosophical notebook in which he set down short reflections, based on Stoic ethics, summarizing the principles on which he based his life.

3.9.2024 – at times seems there are

at times seems there are
no national principles
just partisan ones

I recently read the New York Times Opinion Essay, This Prophetic Academic Now Foresees the West’s Defeat by Christopher Caldwell.

Mr. Caldwell is a contributing Opinion writer and the author of “The Age of Entitlement: America Since the Sixties.”

The “Prophetic Academic” in the headline is one Emmanuel Todd, who is, according to Wikipedia, a French historian, anthropologist, demographer, sociologist and political scientist at the National Institute of Demographic Studies (INED) in Paris. His research examines the different family structures around the world and their relationship with beliefs, ideologies, political systems, and historical events.

The article itself was interesting in its gloom and doom for the United States and it had many interesting points, it was one short paragraph that had me take notice.

Mr. Caldwell writes that Mr. Todd has said:

Fighting a war based on values requires good values. At a bare minimum it requires an agreement on the values being spread, and the United States is further from such agreement than it has ever been in its history — further, even, than it was on the eve of the Civil War. At times it seems there are no national principles, only partisan ones, with each side convinced that the other is trying not just to run the government but also to capture the state.

At times it seems there are no national principles, only partisan ones, with each side convinced that the other is trying not just to run the government but also to capture the state.

At times it seems there are no national principles, only partisan ones.

I grew up in a time there WHERE principles that transcended politics.

At my Church there were both Republicans and Democrats as members of the congregation.

Can’t see that much today it seems.

I cannot imagine two sides of the same party being members in the same Church let alone, opposite parties.

Well, for a least one party one section of the Church.

(According to Pew Research More than eight-in-ten of this one group of voters who attend religious services frequently (85%) voted for this one feller in the most recent election.)

Mr. Caldwell also writes that Mr. Todd says: “… educational progress has brought educational decline, because it has led to the disappearance of those values that favor education.”

I don’t know quite what to do with this.

I had to read a few times to get to the understand the point.

It reminds of something John Cleese once said along the lines of you to have be smarter than you can be to understand how stupid you really are.

You have to have national principles to understand just how fair we have fallen from having national principles.

You have to have values, shared values to understand just how fair we have fallen from having any shared values.

And that’s where we are.

Hard to see any comeback.

3.8.2024 – vexatious world of

vexatious world of
people were whole world, would not
enjoy it at all

If the vexatious world of people were the whole world, I would not enjoy it at all.

But it is only a small, though noisy, part of the whole; and I find the natural world as engaging and as innocent as it ever was.

When I get sick of what men do, I have only to walk a few steps in another direction to see what spiders do.

Or what the weather does.

This sustains me very well indeed, and I have no complaints.

From a letter to Carrie A. Wilson, May 1, 1951 in the Letters of EB White ( New York : Harper Collins, 2006)

Port Royal Sound to Broad River – South Carolina