10.14.2023 – cannot tell – world is

cannot tell – world is
grown so bad wrens make prey where
eagles dare not perch

I cannot tell. The world is grown so bad
That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.
Since every Jack became a gentleman,
There’s many a gentle person made a Jack.

Richard III (Act I, Scene 3, Line 71)

I saw this feller today on at Fish Haul Beach on Hilton Head Island.

I kept getting closer and closer with my iPhone out with my finger poised over the VIDEO RECORD button waiting for the bird to fly off.

I got closer and closer.

The eagle kind of stared at me.

Stared at me as if say, What Fresh Hell is This?

I was at the beach.

The eagle was at the beach.

We decided to ignore each other and worry only about the world gone bad.

10.13.2023 – I took ideas people

I took ideas people
understood, gave in way they
did not understand

“It was just something I wanted to do,.”

“It wasn’t anything thought out. It was just personal to me … I wanted to make sure I took ideas people understood and gave it to them in a way they just did not understand.”

So says designer Thom Browne in an article about him titled, Fashion designer Thom Browne: ‘Men should be able to wear anything’ by Edward Helmore in the Guardian.

The theme of his collection this year, according to the article is:

The theme of his collection this season is Moby-Dick, because he read it as a boy. It includes a dark green, below-the knee Harris tweed skirt for men. It’s a manifesto, something to wear to a corporate office. “I think we live in a world where men should be able to wear anything,” he says. “I don’t really care if anybody wants to wear it, but I think it looks good, and it’s an interesting proposition for anyone who does.”

Read that last bit over again.

It includes a dark green, below-the knee Harris tweed skirt for men.

“I think we live in a world where men should be able to wear anything.”

Well boy howdy if he wanted to take something I thought I understood and give it in a way I did not understand Mr. Browne achieved that with his skirt for men.

On the other hand, had he called it a kilt, it would only be about 1000 behind the times.

For some reason, the entire article brought this Calvin and Hobbs comic strip to mind.

Why do I write?

I think I can embrace both thoughts here.

I want to take ideas people understood and give it back to them in a way they just did not understand.

And …

I just want to make your day a little more surreal.

So remember this.

If you send a chocolate back in time just 15 minutes, it means that 15 minutes ago you had two chocolate bars.

Since you might have been in your lab messing around with time travel, and you got a chocolate bar when you already had one, you would know that in 15 minutes, you had to send that chocolate bar in time.

What happens if you eat that chocolate bar?

Or, consider this, if John Conner had been a woman, she could have been pregnant with herself.

10.12.2023 – take ball and go home?

take ball and go home?
nope! won’t bother to show up
and play in the game

A few years ago I met up with a friend of mine who had been a basketball coach of a High School team.

He had left coaching since we had last seen each other and I asked if he missed it.

He thought about it.

Then he said, nope, didn’t miss it one bit.

He said it was all different lately.

He said he could handle the having to talk to kids into coming out for the team.

He said he could handle the not knowing what kind of team he might have at the start of the season.

He said he could handle the kids who thought they were stars.

He said he could handle the kids who argued about practice and playing time.

He said he could handle the kids who argued about having to practice.

He said he could handle the kids who wouldn’t show up for practice.

He said he got to used to the idea that he never really knew who might show up at practice.

But, he said, that he never even knew what kind of team he would have at game time, that he never even knew who might show up for a game, that was the thing he could not get used to.

Forget about getting mad and taking their ball and going home.

These kids wouldn’t bother to show up and play in the game.

I was thinking about that and the changes in High School sports today.

I was thinking about that but what it made me think about was the United States House of Representatives.

There are a lot of things going on in the world today and the House has voluntarily removed themselves from the equation.

In an Opinion Essay in the New York Times, Newt Gingrich Called Them ‘Cannibals.’ Now They Decide Who Gets to Be Speaker of the House, by Nicole Hemmer, a historian who studies the rise of right-wing media and the Republican Party, Ms. Hemmer wrote about the 1995 Government shutdown that, “A nonfunctioning government suited them just fine; after all, wasn’t that the end goal of their antigovernment politics?”

A nonfunctioning government seems to be what we gots.

A nonfunctioning government that suits some members of the House of Representatives just fine.

Without a Speaker that house cannot function.

A nonfunctioning house that suits some members of the House of Representatives just fine.

How can you have Government when members of a branch of the Government wants to sit this one out?

They aren’t going to take their ball and go home.

They aren’t even going to show up for the game.

One such Representative said he did not plan to vote for the Republican’s choice for Speaker as the process was going to fast!

According to Walter Lord, author of the famous A Night to Remember, about the sinking of the Titanic that passengers stood on the deck of the sinking ship and called out to people in the lifeboats to make sure they got a pass as they would not be allowed back on board without a pass.

Some of the awfulness of the story of the Titanic is how many of the stories that are true.

For example, it is true that within 10 minutes of hitting the iceberg, the feller who oversaw the design and building of the ship figured out what happened and told Captain Smith that if lucky, they had about 2 hours before the ship went down.

Less time than it takes to watch that block buster James Cameron movie.

Two hours to fill what lifeboats they had.

Two hours to get what people they could off the ship.

But people stood on the deck and advised folks in the lifeboats they better get a pass.

They better get a pass because when this was all over, they couldn’t get back on the ship without a pass.

I recently saw a headline that it was time to bring back Shop Class and Home Ec so that kids learned some basic life skills, like making a scrambled egg or changing a light bulb, before they left school.

Better add Government Class to the list as well.

10.11.2023 – computers often

computers often
in reality too dumb to
avoid hurting us

Inspired by the guest Opinion Essay, “Autonomous Vehicles Are Driving Blind” by Julia Angwin a contributing Opinion writer to the New York Times and an investigative journalist and the passage, “There’s an irony here: So many headlines have focused on fears that computers will get too smart and take control of the world from humans, but in our reality, computers are often too dumb to avoid hurting us.”

Ms. Angwin writes, “For all the ballyhoo over the possibility of artificial intelligence threatening humanity someday, there’s remarkably little discussion of the ways it is threatening humanity right now. When it comes to self-driving cars, we are driving blind.”

Ms. Angwin explains, “The National Highway Traffic Safety Administration regulates the hardware (such as windshield wipers, airbags and mirrors) of cars sold in the United States. And the states are in charge of licensing human drivers. To earn the right to drive a car, most of us at some point have to pass a vision test, a written test and a driving test. The A.I. undergoes no such government scrutiny before commanding the wheel.”

I am reminded of The Glass in the Field by James Thurber from Fables for Our Time and Famous Poems Illustrated: as in appeared in The Thurber Carnival.

A short time ago some builders, working on a studio in Connecticut, left a huge square of plate glass standing upright in a field one day. A goldfinch flying swiftly across the field struck the glass and was knocked cold. When he came to he hastened to his club, where an attendant bandaged his head and gave him a stiff drink. “What the hell happened?” asked a sea gull. “I was flying across a meadow when all of a sudden the air crystallized on me,” said the goldfinch. The sea gull and a hawk and an eagle all laughed heartily. A swallow listened gravely. “For fifteen years, fledgling and bird, I’ve flown this country,” said the eagle, “and I assure you there is no such thing as air crystallizing. Water, yes; air, no.” “You were probably struck by a hailstone,” the hawk told the goldfinch. “Or he may have had a stroke,” said the sea gull. “What do you think, swallow?” “Why, I–I think maybe the air crystallized on him,” said the swallow. The large birds laughed so loudly that the goldfinch became annoyed and bet them each a dozen worms that they couldn’t follow the course he had flown across the field without encountering the hardened atmosphere. They all took his bet; the swallow went along to watch. The sea gull, the eagle, and the hawk decided to fly together over the route the goldfinch indicated. “You come, too,” they said to the swallow. “I–I–well, no,” said the swallow. “I don’t think I will.” So the three large birds took off together and they hit the glass together and they were all knocked cold.

Moral: He who hesitates is sometimes saved.

10.10.2023 – not much about him

not much about him
known and by implication
not much worth knowing

I asked Joyce who he was.

She was dismissive.

It was an unfortunate younger son, she said.

Killed in the war.

Not much known about him and, by implication, not much worth knowing.

Rather in the same way that being told not to laugh makes you laugh more, her dismissal of this mysterious young man piqued my curiosity.

Years later, in 2008, I came across his name again while I was working on a documentary about the last day of the First World War.

It was on the wall of another war memorial, this time in one of the Somme battlefields.

Just a name, not a grave.

H. W. B. Palin.

One of many thousands ‘Known Only Unto God’.

From the preface to Great-Uncle Harry: A Tale of War and Empire by Michael Palin.

Yes, theeeee Michael Palin.

Not much known about him and, by implication, not much worth knowing.

My Wife and I had to make the drive from our home in Bluffton to the big city of Charleston, SC.

Along the way we passed an abandoned frame church.

Not more that 50 feet long but with a front stoop and steeple and boarded up windows.

The type of wooden frame building that is starting to balloon out on the side as its roof squashes the place flat.

The walls are holding on by old prayers I guess.

Who knows the stories of this building.

The weddings.

The funerals.

The church board fights.

The drama.

The sweet moments.

The Christmas programs.

The Easter Sermons.

The Final service at the building.

Not much known about the place and, by implication, not much worth knowing.

But a lot of life was lived in there.