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Wednesday, March 22, 2017

I Explain What I Told Ya

I did a post a few days ago titled Told Ya!
and it was ostensibly about the economy as I saw it in 2010. The post ended by saying that the nonsense worked by the Republicans (meaning lack of financial oversight and the Iraq War... I suppose I should have included the Democrats, too) would come to a horrible fruition in 2016; Yep, 2016 was when the bottom would drop out.

Of course, the economic bottom did not drop out. It was an election year and we had a different outcome, one I referred to early on in 2016 as the abomination of desolation (standing in the holy place, etc.)

I wanted to clarify that the post Told Ya! was about economics, but the reprint a few days ago was about what actually became clear in 2016: not economic catastrophe but the unveiling of our spiritual and moral catastrophes.

Thirty-five years ago, I worked with a guy who had bought into the religion of Armageddon and End-of-Times-Around-the-Corner. He studied the Book of Revelations, carried a small copy with him, and spoke of the coming wrath.
As it turned out, within five years his wife became ill, she then had an incapacitating stroke (at a quite young age!) leaving him to raise the three children, work a full-time job, and to take care of her.

After some years of this, she recovered a good amount, at which time she divorced him and went off with someone else.

So this guy's prophecy was correct in that there was catastrophe in the near future; he just got the details a little wrong, for it was his own personal disaster and it was his own family, not the world.

And this happens an awful lot if you take the time to notice. The intuition of disaster very often takes on religious iconography and we think our own intimations of bane are general to the world.
This is why I like good stories. All the stories of plagues and zombies and future horrors frighten me with their cumulative intuitive burden. Let me see the good stories! Let me see a crowd of stories that redeem us!

We are at the edge of chaos.

Health Care Now

A good article on the present rush-to-legislate debate on health care that takes place in the hospital in which I was born!

The Guardian
24 hours in a Detroit ER: on the frontline of America's healthcare debate
Henry Ford hospital is one of the busiest in Michigan, and with many patients on Medicare and Medicaid it stands to be impacted greatly by an Obamacare repeal. As the debate rages, one doctor remains the calm at the center of the storm


Cinéma En Plein Air [03/22/2017 - clue]

I show you a picture of something very much germane and involved in a movie and you guess the movie. Got it?


Night And Silence, Who Is Here?

Oberon in A Midsummer's Night's Dream; One of the Chatty Gods

We wrote on God and Silence vs. Chit-Chat on a previous post:
and we continue here.

I believe the following to be an excellent example of talking to God or intuiting the mind of God; i.e., knowing what is going on in God's mind:

The Guardian
Rex Tillerson: 'I didn't want this job … my wife told me I'm supposed to do this'
Secretary of state said he had not met Donald Trump before he was summoned to Trump Tower to discuss ‘the world’ and was offered the role
... “I didn’t want this job. I didn’t seek this job,” Tillerson told the Independent Journal Review (IJR), in an interview conducted on his official plane during the three-nation Asia trip. “My wife told me I’m supposed to do this.”

He said he had not met Donald Trump before being summoned to Trump Tower after the surprise election victory, ostensibly to talk to the president-elect “about the world” and his experiences as an oil company CEO.

“When he asked me at the end of that conversation to be secretary of state, I was stunned,” he said, adding that at 65 years old, at the end of a four-decade career at ExxonMobil, he had expected to retire: “I was going to go to the ranch to be with my grandkids.”

However, he said that when he returned to his Texas home after meeting Trump in New York, his wife, Renda St Clair, shook her finger in his face and said: “I told you God’s not through with you.”

He said he now feels his wife had been right: “I’m supposed to do this.”

The Tillersons know the mind of God.

They know the mind of that god who talks, gossips, and lets his covert meanings be known to the faithful by his body language and gestures.
The poor and the suffering wonder why that god is so silent.

Make up your minds: is God silent or chatty? How easy is it to engage Him in conversation? It is how you define the spiritual aspects of the world, so it may indeed be an important question.


Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Told Ya!

Cassandra, the Prophetess whom no one Believed

While looking for my photos of my date with Katerina Witt, the Olympic ice skater, in the New York Public Library (no details, please!) I came across the following post, which I re-print without editing.
All the emphases were there in the original.
I was spot on, but missed the fine, fine details, and we know who is in the details.


Published  October 14, 2013

My Goofy Economics

My Favorite Economist, Katerina Wittgenstein

If you have ever read my posts about my "intuitive" view of this economic structure, I had been aware of a reverse Fibonacci series of economic disasters... or mini-disasters.

A Fibonacci series is  {1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34..., } where the nth term = (n-1)th term + (n-2)th term.

A reverse Fibonacci just flips it:  { ...., 34, 21, 13, 8, 5, 3, 2, 1}

If all is clear - and it should be, for we are at the very end of this series and we need only pay attention to  8, 5, 3, 2, 1 - we come to the present day.

I maintained that the Great Recession of 2008 was part of the series, and the previous part was the Dot Com Meltdown in the time period 1999-2001.

So, 2000 (average) + 8 (Fibinacci term) = 2008, which indeed was the year of the next disaster, the Great Recession.

Over the last few years, I had lost a great deal of confidence in this "intuition" of mine, because the timing seemed out of whack.

However, today I look and I see a looming USA default.

2008 + 5 = 2013 !!

or, the year of the Great Recession plus the next term in the Fibonacci series is year 2008 + 5 = year 2013
The years we are dealing with are:    2000, 2008, 2013, 2016, 2018, 2019
(the bold print years are past, the underlined is now, and the rest are in the future.)

The only good thing one could say about my goofy economics is that is has worked so far.
Personally, I feel 2016 will be........... the interesting year. I won't go into details, other than 2016 will be the culminating year when the Republican-created crises of 2013, 2014, 2015, and 2016 itself will come to fruition

That is why I wish to create a sanctuary. Can you blame me?
I have had this type of premonition for an extremely long time, and I would rather be thought goofy and daft than be proven correct, but I am merely a messenger, and not a very good one.


I take back that bit in the last sentence, " I am merely a messenger".
I am myself and speak for only myself.


Note 03/20/2017
I wuz gonna title it "prophecy", but "told ya!: - or "I'm tellin' ya!" - mean the same thing and are not so annoying.

Monday, March 20, 2017


Katerina Witt

 (I could not find a suitable picture of Ludwig Wittgenstein so I got one from my date with Katerina Witt.)

Although we have all grown up idolizing Wittgenstein, his assumption of a world of facts is a metaphysicsal construct that sort of assumes what it was to prove, at least in the dim-light-bulb factory of my head.

Propositional logic applies to propositions. Period. A true proposition corresponds to a Fact in the world, at least we hope so.
However, there are no "true" facts in the world - "true" in the same sense as propositions are true.
Wittgenstein wants a Fact to stand for what-is-the-case, which is the surrogate for "true" in the logic of non-propositional worlds.

OK. But how does one finds these happy, happy facts?

We have religion and politics. Consider them. In politics, in a political party, we may have millions of adherents, each of whose belief system varies from that of their fellows in small degree or in large degree; they may contain contradictions.
Indeed, our own beliefs may contain contradictions, for as Christians we believe in love and peace, but as political Christians , we believe in force and compulsion... and that is the way of all flesh.

How does one describe these belief systems? Obviously if they contain contradictions, they cannot correspond to a Fact of the world in the Wittgenstein sense. Even if they differ in varying degrees, it is difficult how to see they correspond to any Fact.

Any reality may have a logic. Propositions have propositional logic. Then there are facts of the world and Wittgenstein tried to speak of what was almost unspeakable: the underlying Facts of the world. These Facts have their own logic, and their "truth value" is defined as "what-is-the-case"

It really does not work.
I also think Wittgenstein's Logical Atomism is responsible for his ability to envisage a clean and pure Fact - sort of like Descartes' clear and distinct ideas - which stands in Being as a tangible and non-volatile What-Is-The-Case.


Why Do Bad Things Happen To Good People?

The painting is part of a mural by Thomas Hart Benton and depicts the movie industry in America. The film industry has absolutely nothing - Nothing! - to do with this post. However, yesterday I was thinking about something my friend in the film industry said and I had a sudden enlightenment of the Sunset-Boulevard-type  { "Lights! Camera!.... All right, Mr. DeMille. I'm ready for my enlightenment!"}, and this is how I remember things as they all come together like rushes from weeks and months of shooting film and trying now to edit it into something coherent.

There were a lot of important words in that paragraph, but I won't talk about them now. Now I have to talk about things that occurred to me while I was running this morning.

The question posed in the title, "Why do bad things happen to good people?" is but another form of the question whether God is silent or loquacious.
When things are going our way, I notice that people tend to believe God is loquacious: He is telling us the right road to take, the right course to major in, the right investments for our money, and we frequently find ourselves in the end-zone and dropping to one knee with hosannas on our lips.

When we suffer, God seems silent, on holiday, like your lawyer who won't return your calls while the lawyers of the enemy have nothing else to do but badger you.

In Martin Scorsese's film Silence there is long meditation on divine silence.
Yet is everyday chatter, when we are bubbly and happy, all we have to do is turn on the cable TV and get a few doses of God's advice to everyone from the lovelorn to the politically inept.

So which one is it?

(I believe it is both; it is a superposition of states.)


Saturday, March 18, 2017


Well, it's a Fake President, isn't it?


A Private Hudson Moment

Private Hudson in Aliens

makes the following observation:

"How do I get outta this chicken-shit outfit?!"


I Read...

That's what I read.


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Friday, March 17, 2017

I Read....

That's what I read.


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A Palmer Moment

Named after the character Palmer (David Clennon)
in John Carpenter's The Thing:

“Ya gotta be _____ kidding !!”
...In his Fox News interview, Trump said, "We will be submitting certain things and I will be perhaps speaking about this next week. But it's right now before the committee ... I have a lot of confidence in the committee."

Trump told Carlson he based his accusations on various news reports (as opposed to intelligence agencies).

In defending his expanded definition of the term wiretapping, Trump said he put term "in quotes" during his March 4 tweetstorm, and "that's a very important thing."

Trump did use the terms "'wires tapped'" and "'wire tapping'" in quotation marks, but also accused Obama of "tapping my phones" without using quotes...

He probably did the air-quote thing when he said it.

If he were to say it in the war room, it would be very Dr. Strangelove, like  "We could {air-quote} go nuclear {air-unquote} on North Korea!"


Billy Bush's Next Interview

Billy Bush
"Mr. Trump, is it true that you feel uncomfortable being close to strong women? Women that will slap down your advances? Is it true that you are too afraid even to shake hands with them?"


The Incredible Range Of Women's Day

International Women's Day was celebrated last week and showed the vast spectrum of the image of woman in our world.

Young Indian women wear traditional Punjabi dress as they perform the 'Giddha' dance during celebrations on the occasion of an International Women's Day function in Amritsar.─AFP

Bangladeshi acid attack survivors walk down the catwalk during the event 'Beauty Redefined' in Dhaka, Bangladesh.─AP


Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Effect And Cause

Watching Birds, Trees near Your Home is Good for Mental Health, Study Shows
According to a study led by University of Exeter researcher Daniel Cox, people living in neighborhoods with more birds, shrubs and trees are less likely to suffer from depression, anxiety and stress.
Feb 27, 2017 by News Staff / Source
Dr. Cox and his colleagues from the University of Maryland, the University of Queensland in Australia, the British Trust for Ornithology and the University of Exeter in the UK, surveyed mental health in 263 people from different ages, incomes and ethnicities...

They found benefits for mental health of being able to see birds, shrubs and trees around the home, whether people lived in urban or more leafy suburban neighborhoods. They also found that those who spent less time out of doors than usual in the previous week were more likely to report they were anxious or depressed.

“Experiences of nature provide many mental-health benefits, particularly for people living in urban areas. The natural characteristics of city residents’ neighborhoods are likely to be crucial determinants of the daily nature dose that they receive,” the scientists said...

 Think of this and think of the use of pets for the elderly, for the lonely, for the sick. There is a lot of testimony that shows pets and animals and trees - and stopping to smell the roses - is good for mental health.

I think it is important to keep in mind that we are not necessarily talking about a situation where a health problem precedes a "nature cure"; i.e., immersion in nature, taking a pet, looking at woodland creatures, etc.

I believe that it is a lack of meaningful and intimate relationship with other animals which is a major causation of depression.
And not merely animals, but with Nature itself: the mountains, the prairies, the rivers, and the sea. If we do not have some sort of functioning "I-and-Thou" relationship with people, with animals, and with the world as a whole, we are pointless beings and we drift into sickness.

This is what this report is saying. However, we usually think of Nature as a curative for mental problems, but a remoteness from Nature is also the cause of mental problems, and those problems naturally respond to a course of Nature.
This is part of what Heidegger is trying to tell us.


Milo Self-Destructs 3rd part of 3

Milo Self-Destructs
Milo Self-Destructs 2nd part of 3

Second,  although both right-wing and left-wing political people can be intolerant and abusive and offensive, it seems to me that Right-Wing Radio is a phenomenon that is all on its own, and has a cherished tradition of a generation or more of intemperance and scurrility which far exceeds that of the left-wing.
We often ask whether violent games (like HALO, which I love!) nurture violence behavior in children.
Did it ever dawn on us that intemperate discourse day after day, week after week, might engender some disgusting baneful behavior within those who listen to that discourse?
We don't know the answers, and the questions are vastly important questions, and we decided to run the experiment to see exactly what happens......!  Only we cannot pull the plug on these experiments; we are left to deal with the results which extend in time for years.
Milo was a paradigm of radical right-wing media. The righties embraced him because, although he was a "fag" in their view, he was "their fag!" 
And this was perfectly all right with Milo, because he had his eye set on the pay-off.
Milo is a minor sub-plot in the story of a generation of intemperate and hateful vituperation, and the depths to which the hustlers of hate on the right and left will sink to secure what they perceive their goals to be.

I realized this evil had borne forbidden fruit when a Republican, Joe Wilson, yelled out "You lie!" at the President during a State of the Union Speech. All civility had disappeared in the brew of hateful discourse combined with the monster racism from the inner soul.

Joe Wilson

That was an event that would not have been comprehensible to The Greatest Generation, much less to me who was taught to respect others. Yet was it not my generation, the Boomers, who have brought this scourge upon us?
Are we not that Generation of Vipers which slices and dices evil into what is "good for us" and what is "bad for us", thus dividing evil into the licit and illicit? The good is left to a few religious who are yet following God and not Caesar.
(When I look at the above photo I can not get over how awful the Politics Suit and Politics Tie look in their clonelike sameness over and over again. Right down to the lapel pins, all the same, all in the same place: homogenized yet most definitely not pasteurized.)

The story of Milo Yiannopoulos is a story of a generation of vipers.
Everything is connected. Nothing stands apart. The only difference in the way I think from the way most of my friends think is the fact that I have always insisted that every thread of act or thought must be viewed as being part of an entire fabric, not as separate pieces torn off. Everything we do is a part of a general and a personal history. Everything we do in one area had impacts in every area of our lives.

We have allowed ourselves to be blind to the effects of what we do, what we say, and what we allow. We have sown the wind and now reap the storm.

We have reached a point close to that existing in our country before the Civil War, when the differences which divide us no longer are able to be submitted to reasonable argument and compromise.
Although our differences may not seem to be over as important a moral issue as Slavery, we still stand apart like fire eaters, such as John  Brown

and Edmond Ruffin


A country achieves greatness without thinking about it. People do what they must to live and exert their creativity and genius.
When a country begins to fail, then it reflects upon its "glory" and yearns to be great again, for its genius has become jaded and boring, and there are no "industrial revolutions" nor are there "great revivals": there are but little upgrades, a few new bells and whistles, a new preacher on cable TV, a new and exciting TED talk, and a new thing that "goes viral".

Immigration is the documentary of our disease: from the genius and creativity of the influx of immigrants from all over the world creating a vibrant and diverse culture we have now declined to building a Great Wall to protect ourselves from the immigrant hordes and their wretched newness...

Sic transit, eh?

We are on a very bad road.


Milo Self-Destructs 2nd part of 3

Previous  Milo Self-Destructs :

Milo self-destructs.... and so does the country....
more at 11:00!

Milo Yiannopoulos
As has already been pointed out, it was not intolerance nor intemperate speech nor racism nor the seductive desire of anarchy disguised as politics that did Mr. Y in; no, it was pederasty disguised as pedophilia.
In our political discourse, racism is acceptable apparently, as long as it comes from someone in the right-wing or left-wing media with a college degree.
If you are an outsider with a high school education, you may as well look up the local chapter of the KKK, for your views are not high tone enough yet to secure a book deal from Simon & Schuster.
First, we see the absolute horror of the joining of the concepts of children and sexuality. The horror of racism and intolerance is pretty awful, but not nearly so absolute. For example, Ann Coulter can utter the most outrageous threats and it does not disturb us all that much.
Even the president can type unsubstantiated tirades and we brush it off after a bit of brow furrowing.
Yet we do respond to children.
I have previously said that we do so partially because we are guilt-ridden.
In our superposition of states of Good and Evil - being both at the same time, not falling into sin now and then, and returning to the path of goodness but combining good and evil into our one nature - we are unaware on an unspoken and barely imaged level that we all, all, each and every one of us thought Jon Benet Ramsey was the cutest little lady... until, that is, until someone crossed the line and killed her.... and even then...
(We keep going back to this murder, but we only allow ourselves to see it as a "cold case", police work, a detective story, something to be considered "rationally"... in this we are like the Krell of the film Forbidden Planet, in that we cannot face the monsters from the Id.)
I speak from experience, for I was sexually used as a child by someone in whose charge I was temporarily. I am not clear on the exact age, but it was well before my sixth birthday.
I think of it now like a Harry Potter story:  there are young persons - let's call them Wizards for the sake of brevity - who suddenly stumble upon a powerful secret which at their tender ages sets them apart from just about all of the rest of society. For the rest of the children of their age are Muggles - not in on the powerful secret at all.
The rest of society, those who are older, when they discover this "wizardry", they act like the family of Harry Potter's Uncle Vernon Dursley, and are not only horrified at the perpetrator of the offense, but also shove the victim away to live under the stairs and treat them like pariahs possessed of a shameful magic.
(If you think this is a flippant approach to a serious subject, I can only say that I have thought about it for over 60 years.)
This ends this first section. We have looked at how our horror of pedophilia is greater than our other horrors, yet we still dress up children like sexy adults. We also in our rush to clean ourselves and society punish both the actors and those acted upon. (Although at present we are more intelligent about it than we were 60+ years ago.)
So we have dealt with part 1 of the Milo story, children and sexuality.
The next part of this series will appear in Milo Self-Destructs 3rd part of 3.

Monday, March 13, 2017

Free Scotland!

The St. Andrew's cross of Scotland; let it be free again!

Nicola Sturgeon, the First Minister of Scotland has demanded a new referendum on Scotland's independence as her country faces the prospect of the UK leaving the European Union.

Nicola Sturgeon

The Theresa May crowd is incensed by this display of independent spirit and lashes out against this brave-hearted display

Theresa May

and states that in the last referendum the vote was 55% in favor of remaining in the UK. This is a bit of Trump-like logic that neglects the fact that 68% of the Scots voted to remain in the EU.

If the Brexit peoples do not want union with Europe, then the Scots are fully justified in not wanting union with Great Britain. Let us put an end to this monstrous hermaphroditic excrescence of the United Kingdom that was founded upon the backs of the poor of Scotland and Ireland!

As George Orwell prophesied in his novel 1984, it is the fate of Britain to be a permanent outlier from Europe, to be known as Airstrip One, a mere "appendix" to a Western Hemisphere empire called Oceania.
The great peoples who founded the EU shall inherit the future while Britain will hold their tiffin boxes.


Sunday, March 12, 2017


The Negotiator

and The Negotiator's Daughter

The Deal Maker

and the Deal Maker's Daughter


Geography Lesson

We have been watching Better Call Saul. She-who-must-be-obeyed observe how very capable Bob Odenkirk acting is. I agreed he is rather good.

She then wondered if he was from Chicago; he seemed to capture the ethos of that city. She-who-must-be-obeyed is a native New Yorker.

Well, I hadn't noticed. He is a hustler of a sort, so I - being incredibly ancient - think of Sammy Glick in What Makes Sammy Run?  I think of New York types. Then I wonder what is the shading of hustling that slides from New York into a Chicago hustle?

I am wondering and feeling my way around, so I cut to the chase: whom do I know Hustler-wise in New York? Who is the basic paradigmatic New York hustler? Deal-maker?

I immediately think of two New York hustlers:

Donald Trump

and Ratso Rizzo


Great Running Rosaries!

I have gotten over a lot of my leg ailments that afflicted me during the time my mother was sick and dying. I think it was stress. Oddly enough, She-who-must-be-obeyed has had hip and arthritic knee problems and experienced an IT band problem in late August while holding our granddaughter at the home of the in-laws.

I think this is what happened to me in November. I always have aches and pains and knee glitches and have had for years, but one Friday when I had run, by the end of the day I could barely move my legs. Everything felt stretched to the limit, and if I were to squat or kneel, it felt as if the tendons that held my legs together would snap, and I would probably keel over tipsily in pain.

I did not run for 8 weeks.
Both of us were very limited in our activities. My wife did visit doctors and did therapy, but I was too busy with my mother to engage in the flim-flam of the medical trade. (More on this later.)

The idea of being incapacitated was unnerving.
All my agile life I had made snide comments about grab-bars and elevated toilet seats and commodes to support people just above the biffy (actually my mother and I referred to my brother's contraption as the "Norden Bombsight" - a World War II invention that improved bombing raids... and you would have to have seen a few pictures of raids over Tokyo or Dresden or Hamburg to get an idea of why this was a satirical description).
So here I was barely able to get out of bed. I dreamed that my upper body strength would have to improve enormously to heft my useless gams about. I used my mother's wheelchair and imagined Ralph Bellamy in Sunrise at Campobello...

So we drove the 500 plus miles in February to celebrate our granddaughter's First Birthday(!), stopping every two hours to stretch the set of four legs and try to prevent blood clots. When I was there I developed what I called a "mini-cold"; it had all the symptoms of a cold, only they were sort of small: the sore throat was sore, but not too awful; the headaches were minor, the congestion was loose, the coughing was desultory.
Yet one Sunday I entered the phase I called "the weak joint phase". I discovered afterwards the people I know call it "the achy joint phase", but mine don't seem achy, they seem weak and rubbery and I think that is the way they have always felt with "buggy" situations: not achy but weak.

I rose early and went down the long stairway. There is a landing halfway down where the previous owners installed a massive bit of antiquity from France - something I call a "guichet (ticket window) where one - if one were a France "type" (guy)  - would purchase a "billet"  (ticket) for the afternoon train to n'importe ou.  It is like a set design from the film Hugo:

Bunch of Guichets in Valencia
I always pictured it falling down on me. Now since I can't run away it would most decidedly crush me and put me out of my tableau vivant of misery.
I watched some Amazon Firestick-stuff. Then I went back to bed, my legs weaker than ever.
When I woke up 2 hours later, my legs were no longer stiff. The other aches and pains were still there, but the stiff tendons and fascia were loose. I could walk down the stairs! I have since asked people about a virus cure for IT Band problems, but have been stared at and googled at and generally neglected... as well I should have. I mean, things like this indicate the old "back to the laboratory!" and get the Petri dishes going.
Now running:
I decided just before this happened to start running again. I had run four times before the birthday party; four times in two weeks. I had decided that if the gams were to be useless sticks, I would find out for sure and they could break in two for all I cared! If I am to be disabled, then by Jiminy I will be really disabled!
I not only ran, but did leg lifts, front and back, on a Nautilus bench. Again, the theory was that if the legs were dysfunctional, let's make them really, really screwed up!
Well, things got better.
I still think the virus cured the IT thing, but the running and exercise - I also do knee exercises: compress a ball between the legs and pull apart on a band - and things are back to the good old-timey aches and pains of before the wheelchairs and the thinking wistfully of elevated toilet seats.
(Sometimes - I suddenly realize! - I think whistfully... but only about card games.)
This was all intro to running and praying. How do you like that runners' prayer at the top of the page? Pretty appalling I should think. What we have here is a formula of tripe applied to any and all situations that come along. I can easily envisage a Cook's Prayer along similar lines:  give strength to my chopping arm, give keenness to my blade, let me hit the wastebasket straight each and every time I throw a used bouquet garni into it!

A Cook's Prayer

I have always thought about the divine and how it relates to intelligent entities  ("intelligent entities" = us, for the most part).
I have spent a lot of time studying Judaism and Islam.
I spent some time with Buddhism, but lately they have been throwing stones at me since I have a small fluency in Arabic. (Mostly blokes from Myanmar.)
I returned to the Catholicism of my youth, for the Powers that intervene between God and Man are for me images and icons of Christianity. Also I believe we are entering an era which might quite well be termed The Long Night of the Long Knives....
and we had better be clear who's got our backs.
Hey! Where Ya Been?!
(note:  We have a great divide on whether God be chatty or whether He be silent. A lot of us are constantly talking with God or with Jesus or whomever.
However, then we ponder Martin Scorsese's film Silence which deals with the seeming distance of God from the suffering of mankind. Certainly we can see Sophie's Choice as a tale of disturbing silence about the Holocaust.)
So I do the rosary when I run.
I do my own version. When I was going to rosary every Thursday with my mom in her independent living homestead, the people in charge - they who had the rosary under their control! - had their own version, which was much padded out with a couple of repeated entreaties to Our Lady of Fatima and some stand-alone aspirations to the same Lady and some blithering calls to angels!
Can you imagine!
So I cleaned it up, got it back to basics. I do not recite it while running. I can't do anything but run. If I try to multi-task as they used to say I invariably fall down or twist a knee. I can't watch TV or listen to radios when I run. It is most like the loneliness of the long distance runner.
I sing the rosary - silently - according to a way we used to have in grade school. I can't duplicate it for you here, nor do I know if there were a name for the singing. Each line corresponds to my breathing, so I try to do it as slowly as possible so as not to gasp for breath.
The words situate themselves in my body, mostly the knees and legs, but also the heart, lungs, and what not. In fact, every part of the body is open to God, since God created us in His image. However, some holy types disagree on this for the "shameful" parts. That's fine. That's their opinion.
The words are sung, they are in the body, not in the mind. If you don't quite get this, it took me a while to do it. Furthermore, this is the type of talk that in conversation makes people go all funny and blurry-eyed and change the subject. But you have been reading my blog, so you have a bit of an idea what to expect, so I feel confident you're OK with it.
God is a big deal, not formulaic nonsense. God is remote from our world because we act like numbskulls, and we find that acceptable. Prayer is not something on Etsy.

No Country For Old Men

"It's a mess, ain't it, Sheriff?"

"If it ain't, it'll do 'til the real mess gets here."

**   **  **  **   **

I am starting a list of the things I am losing faith in.

Today I realized that the Electoral College failed in its task.

Next time, when a Fascist like Steve Bannon is running for president, maybe the College will do its duty, but I doubt it.
There are very few of us who have been trained in honor and duty, having been too busy learning greed and self-interest.


Saturday, March 11, 2017

Continuous Transportation: Airplanes

Un État de Transport Continu
inspiré par le film Transperceneige

The Antonov 225
photo in the Ukraine

Leave Your Intelligence At The Door

If you want a job in the Trump circus, leave any vestige of grey matter at the entry door of the interview room. I heard from my friend in Canada about the Press Secretary, Sean Spicer:

A far cry from how J. Trudeau was treated by Obama and the White House.

Sean Spicer was speaking at his daily press briefing, where he summarized the official visit between Trump and Justin Trudeau on Monday as "productive."

“Yesterday the president ... had an incredibly productive set of meetings and discussions with Prime Minster Joe Trudeau of Canada,” he said.

Maybe he was thinking of Joe Clark?


Friday, March 03, 2017

Cinéma En Plein Air [03/03/2017 - answer]

Answer to yesterday's clue:


is  Uncle Buck

remember Pal at the bowling alley?