Quotes to like or puzzle over: “There comes a time when you realize that everything is a dream, and only those things preserved in writing have any possibility of being real.” ― James Salter, All That Is
So many thoughts, so little time. So for just now, and a catch-up later, here’s a thought to tide us over once more.
“There is a misconception that Buddhism is a religion, and that you worship Buddha. Buddhism is a practice, like yoga. You can be a Christian and practice Buddhism. I met a Catholic priest who lives in a Buddhist monastery in France. He told me that Buddhism makes him a better Christian. I love that.” – Thich Nhat Hanh
Sometimes it’s just easier to say what you do not want or do not like than to say that which you do. (There’s a note on previous ramblings about same.) This is an extended version, just to pass the time while I bake. Yes bake. (From already prepared dough. But still. It requires oven time.)
I do not care for Andre Rieu. I think he is a poseur. And a narcissist. However and of course one needs to be those things to be a conductor in any case, yes? Perhaps not as obviously—if so. Or as long-haired-blond, look-at-me, about it. And I certainly have nothing against long hair on men/boys.
Yikes to Ravel. No thank you. Bolero is tedious and repetitive. I don’t know about his other works; as soon as I see the name I move past.
No, no, absolute no: “Post this if you love” me. Love at all. If you can see my name. If you don’t post or share this within two minutes you will die by lions tonight. It will mean you hate god. Or you don’t care for the grief-stricken woman who just lost her: …………(fill in the blank)…
No and sad about it: Al Pacino and Robert De Niro. Neither one has made a star-quality film since their bigs—The Godfather & Raging Bull. Though I keep checking and watching their latest films. Such a disappointment.
NO NO NO: baby talk for animals. Why do posts make otherwise fine content a reject because someone just wolfs me? Why do people believe misspelt words are charming? Excuse me while I barf.
Not to my taste: Beautiful horses posed beside a model. What’s wrong with a real person next to that beauty?
Do not, not, not—Stop it I say— call poetic justice irony. It is NOT ironic. In most cases irony is misused. I may have said this before. Most likely. And that is not ironic.
Please do not have the not snow. It’s winter. Here in the midwest or eastwardly leaning, we should have snow, should we not?
And that’s all for semi-thinking on this Sunday night. And I managed to burn the last load of cookies. Maybe baking should seriously go back on the list of Nots.
“Another-wintery-scene-from-silver-springs-park-in-stow-ohio,” posted by Rob Blair. I post this for those of us who have forgotten what snow looks like.
Sometimes it seems as if the slate will never be clean. Can we ever truly start over? When does the trail of our lives end? Or, is it ever possible to look back and see far away to the Eden that was once ours? The beginning of our soul lives, the purity of our ancestral longing and a spirit so pure as to be invisible—is it there?
What future do we hold to give away to those who follow? What time will we spend seeking the sunshine ridges of our youth? Not the old which can never be recaptured, but the new with faces turned into the wind to seek new mountains, new valleys, new ways of thinking and new music played on instruments yet to be created. New joy beyond, just there…just there… wafting above ground to the pilgrimage of the future, carried past what was into the unknown. What is it that we will create for ourselves?
Here’s our new year wish courtesy of Psyche’s Call with Donna May. It was sent via Rajiv Hotek, words by Neil Gaiman. Not much more to add to that. Stay safe and warm with sunshine and snow, many blessings in 2020…
I don’t believe in lists yet I read them. They are so artificial and usually quite disappointing. Number one is never quite number one, is it? Summaries are usually quite ho-hum, and wishes can be ever so trite. So here, at the end of the year we’ve just spent spraining our ankles or getting cancer or buying new cars or crashing old ones or cheering on our winning teams (go Packers!) or breaking records or being ridiculously healthy, here, let’s ramble away at what the thoughts bring forth. In no order what-so-ever, nothing of import or destination, just round-about the mind, inside and out. And even this, this end-of-year? Such an dreary artifact of man’s lack of imagination. Bi-peds March On! (with Hall of the Mountain King playing in the background)
It puzzles me how little we remember our own histories, those of our families, our selves, and those of our country. Not long ago, when we practiced medicine on the poor, the indigent, the “feeble minded,” absolute horrors were perpetrated. At teaching hospitals as practice for medical residents, sterilizations were performed on the handicapped—constitutionally legal—as they were unfit to continue “their kind.” This was in the 1920s-30s, in the U.S. In the South it was such a widespread practice that it had a euphemism: a “Mississippi appendectomy.”
We seem to think that things unseen are not occurring. Has not the racism and white supremacy which has resurfaced awakened us to the facts of our inhumane behavior as a species?
Perhaps we need to be aware of what we contain within ourselves before we seek to submerge and stifle our festered ugliness.
I don’t believe we can overcome Trump and what he represents until we understand, understand, that we elected him.
Is there such a thing as a governing philosophy that can be enacted to represent the Will of the People? It doesn’t appear as if there is one in the world today that works. Is there an answer in any?: Socialism, Humanism, Democracy, Republic, Communism, Marxism. Any?
Of course then we return to, what do we mean by “works”? What is that? Something that represents the majority of a people? Something that creates and enforces laws that “make things work.” What then about the subjugation of women, blacks, coloreds, jews, gays, children, handicaps, et.al.?
Are there answers? Certainly not from my mind. Do we not need to create a whole new government? Who could do such a thing? It might be possible, it just might be. Who then can stand on such a mountain top? What group of people?
I am so eternally thankful to the Church and Religion for giving us such great music as came from those true believers who sought to honor God through their creations. Think Bach! Think Beethoven! Mozart! Would they have created as much, as beautiful, as they did without such belief? We can never know.
I don’t believe in goals. Goals corrupt, drive guilt, cause obsessions. Zen saying: Do without doing and all gets done. A challenging state of mind to achieve.
Oftentimes when ordering something from the internet or selecting an item, it would be so much easier through elimination. For example, I don’t want anything in purple or black, so don’t show me those colors. I don’t know of the other colors which I’d choose, so show me the rest available.
My mother loved ladies’ fans but never said so. She had a small collection of equally small fans, some prettier than others, but nothing to exclaim about. They would lie on an end-table here or there. I think it’s sad that no one ever bought her a large, hand-held, beautiful and artistic fan. In the world I grew up within, that was not the sort of thing that was noticed, that was done.
We didn’t talk about things much in any case, certainly not feelings.
SNOW! Yes. Maybe. Please oh please let it snow so that we can settle all snug and warm in our places and watch the blessing. With lights. Lots of little white lights all over, draped and pleasing to the eye.
David Foster Wallace used to stock up on PopTarts and live on them when deep in the throes of writing. Some folk are aghast at such unhealthy approaches to the basic building blocks of bi-ped health. Huh, I say. And piffle. For heaven’s sakes, when in such zones of creativity one wants to eat quickly and necessarily without much ado. Easy. Quick. This is why there are such things as junk foods and sweets.
I just stocked up on PopTarts.
I think I may have worn myself out on anti-Catholic tirades and reflections on childhood. It’s reached the point of so-what. The institution itself is corrupt and evil. It’s just too bad there are good people entrapped within those walls and more to the point, that the institution itself is honored and respected amongst governments and other high-level organizations.
How is it we have come to honor religions and religious institutions anyway? In doing so we protect and affirm. We make valid the most debasing sins of greedy and morally-ugly men and women.
We do a terrible injustice to the animals we capture and investigate, even when we are kind to them. Especially the most intelligent among them. Consider the octopus. How can we keep them in aquariums when they had an ocean to roam? When they appear to think, at least to learn? When they want our company (when they are captive) and don’t want us to leave? What is this loneliness we leave them to? How can we run experiments on them? How dare we! What giant shits we are.
At what price knowledge? Learning?
I shall not say how many books I read in 2019.
What ever happened to shall? shan’t? Are they used anymore?
When “whom” is used in conversation it is often used incorrectly. And enunciated very clearly, with emphasis.
This is another Egon Schiele painting which I just discovered. It struck me as different from his usual so that I didn’t recognize who it was until I saw the credit. Then it’s “of course, of course.” And yet different, yes?
How did I not know about Krampus! Krampus is a Shadow Santa Claus who appears, it would seem, from the end of November through and up to Christmas. When the big Claus appears. I love Krampus and had I known of him would have been celebrating all along. He looks like a stealer of children, does he not? Of course I’ll have to read up more about this creature of myth and lore.
Originally Published by, and From Atlantic Monthly magazine
While tales of Saint Nicholas feature him bringing gifts to good boys and girls, ancient folklore in Europe’s Alpine region also speaks of Krampus, a frightening beastlike creature who emerges during the Yule season, looking for naughty children to punish in horrible ways—or possibly to drag back to his lair in a sack. Krampus associations in villages hold parades without Saint Nick, frightening children on Krampusnacht, chasing them and hitting them with sticks, during an (often alcohol-fueled) run through the dark streets.