Saturday, September 8, 2012 11:41:03 PM
I didn't know whether I wanted to make something of it. I wondered and wondered. I want to make something of it.
A canvasser from one of the Presidential campaigns came to the door. I refused all questions. I always do, lately, but I gave the fellow, "Good luck," as he stepped away. He seemed to expect a little more.
So I added, "Peace on Earth, good will to man." He accepted that, but as a partisan token. "The other guys" didn't, in his estimate. I feel that this is the deal-breaker for the U.S.A. If we want to doubt the intentions and sincerity of political opponents, then lock down Capitol Hill and go home.
Thursday, November 18, 2010 11:52:33 PM
There is a custom among those certain specific unenlightened ancients, in which the man of the day is honored in the assembly, and his brother is led up to the dais. There the 'man of the day' gets one good shot at knocking out his brother's teeth. Such is the honor.
Then one individual, in the course of his days, refused the honor, though his brother was led up to the dais, struggling with the bailiffs, as always. He simply wasn't entertained by the idea, and nothing in the protocol could force him, on his day, to accept his honor, but he spoke within his heart then and there, that he would hold it over all of his lawless fellow members. Thenceforth, at each assembly of "honor", when the 'man of the day' received this treasured token of the community's esteem, he would stare blankly from his spot, and frankly it spoiled the ambiance. It really, really killed the mood. He imagined that any sane one among them should follow his example!? "He bugged us all the time. Boy, he sucked."
Wednesday, February 17, 2010 9:08:10 AM
Gainful employment is a contract of mutual convenience. As such, it's terms are wholly subject to the parties involved. The prospective employee demands that he be paid for his time, labor, etc.; the employer that you get a haircut.
What is universally the case in hate crime is, that the prospective employer will demand you get a haircut, thereby entering into a verbal contract promising to hire you for the duration of time necessary to pay for your haircut, loss of goodwill, or etc., then throw your application into the rubbish because they only put out the 'Help Wanted' sign to dupe people into their establishment in the first place.
Saturday, August 29, 2009 3:27:02 AM
From my bicycle owner's manual:
-Ride at night only if necessary.
I see, that, if it is ever necessary to ride, one must ride only at night.
Or, why would they tell you not
to ride at night unless
Are we all awaiting, Lord, your iron-clad command?
Friday, July 17, 2009 1:47:49 AM
Sometimes intelligence tests, for all their totally irreproachable accuracy in every single case and under every single circumstance, have the drawback of taxing the users unnecessarily. How convenient would it be, by analogy, if the winner of the Tour d' France, for instance, could be determined instantaneously, and with perfect accuracy, by issuing a scratch-ticket? Many hours of the most grueling torture would thereby be conserved. Or, for another example yet, what if wars' outcomes could be correctly adjudicated in independent laboratories by quick and inexpensive urine-testing? Giga-dollars in military expense, and incidental damages, could be saved, not to even mention the hundreds of millions upon hundreds of millions of LIVES! Are these mere fantastic dreams? Only time will tell. However, here at hand, with my compliments, is an intelligence test that touts perfect infallibility, and one need never burn the midnight oil to cram those innumerable and mostly irrelevant facts and figures, or stress one's nerves to any extreme.
HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE FOR YOU TO ENTIRELY FORGET THE OP/ED PAGE OF A HIGH-SCHOOL NEWSPAPER?
1 min. = SUPER-GENIUS!
1 day = GENIUS!
100 days = average.
1 year = idiot.
20 years = sub-moron. Heed the advice of broken lumps of tarmac before even minor decisions!
Tuesday, January 27, 2009 6:01:05 AM
Have you, really, ever wanted, or asked, to live forever?
Please, consider with me, because I'd so interesting a revelation thereabouts, how selfish.
Were a person to ask to live only half forever, it would, exactly, surmount to the same duration!
And it would similarly be no less, nor fewer, if respectful of all six-plus-billion people we know, we expected, each, to own our mere one-six-plus-billionth of eternity!
And I'm launching our slogan, "Forever is For Everyone," and asking that we all join in.
Thursday, July 24, 2008 2:43:32 AM
Monday I saved a dollar. It worked something like this: I had walked five miles, to the market and back.
With gasoline at approximately four dollars a gallon, and fuel economy in the city at (also approximately) twenty miles per gallon, the quotient is $1.
They needed proof, though, and trouble began. When they interrogated my feet separately (to prevent any possibility of collusion) the one foot swore, as if under oath, that it could have been no more than two and a half miles of pacing, for it's own part. THE OTHER FOOT CORROBORATED THE STORY, and my credibility has been damaged, and I am put to shame, (not to mention short a dollar, whereas the fifty cents not in the matter of dispute cannot-they say-be rewarded as penalty for fraud.)
Monday, July 7, 2008 1:23:26 AM
But having acknowledged the duty to blog of good things, not bad, blog of happy, not sad, I should deliver the antidote to any bitterness, even of regret.
I don't know why I had felt MyOpera to be the welcome arms to my first blog experience. Sometimes it's said that people, even normal ones, will mistake the coldness of strangers for the warmth of friends, and vice-versa. If I have done so, I hope you feel yourselves the beneficiaries of my uninvited warmth, and not its victims.
Whether art is imitation of life, or life imitation of art had become abundantly clear to me. It is both, at sundry times, and there is an art which, although it imitates life, is emphatically not a role-model. Similarly what art is exemplary, a paragon for life, may have embellished upon its role-model too. None should complain, because it keeps art and life in productive and beneficial cooperation, but if there is a distinction in name between the art on the one hand and art on the other, I have never seen or heard it.
Do you care to bear with me as I draw a finer distinction? Imagine for me that art, which is properly called "art," is as exemplary a model for life as the easy chair, or the first-class cabin, for the amenities and comforts of travel. Now (are you bearing with me?), imagine the superlative ease, of Jamaican beaches at hotel resorts, with expense-account buffet, free drinks, live music and dance, with complimentary massage. Analogous to the differences in degree between one comparative comfort and another, there is a spectrum of inconvenience: from the every day chore and the common exertion, to the Olympic gold medal trials, and the dare-devil missions. If there is art that is "art," which is expressly a counter-example to life, then perhaps there is art which is Olympian in the extent and dimension of its contrariness. Unfulfilled with imitations of life which are inimitable, such an artist must excel and surpass barriers of inimitability. It is his vigilance to be abominable. Never must the layman 'attempt such art at home.' Only marvellous self-discipline and years of specialized training has enabled the artist to forbear against the 'perfect storm' of countermanding forces. And it is art still.
Sunday, March 30, 2008 2:28:49 AM
Since you have suffered me to describe, and have presumably understood, my disappointment for having once been taciturn at a "time of need" to my country, and to the cause of freedom, I'll continue forward to the present day, when I've a like dilemma.
Firstly, I do not know, and cannot judge of faraway events, not victims of terrorism, victims of war, victims of poverty, or those of political oppression. I oblige myself to agree with a cause of personal liberty, national charter, equality among brethren, in principal, but I ignore every detail that must otherwise embroil me in evaluations of one party's truth and another's falsehood. My celebration of just causes is an impractical one, once every just cause is juxtaposed by its cross-examiners to a like just cause, with all of its conflicting demands for resolution, on the part of some enemy of the first party. I do not celebrate unjust causes, and how does any cause seem just for all parties? Rebels and Redcoats, Cowboys and Injuns, had each a perspective that a few grams of lead would forever efface.
I'm asking then in the spirit of those who see no claim for liberty in, for instance, scattering other's playing cards and refusing to pick them up: have Israeli settlements been disbanded and moved per force? Why have Israelis been denied the opportunity to remain on land they had settled and be law abiding citizens, or resident aliens, of the new Palestinian state?
Tuesday, March 25, 2008 9:17:36 AM
I had not hoped to make blogging, an uncharted frontier in my walks, into a rant. My hope had been instead to paint the future's hopes and dreams. I might try to explain why, in my last post, I had digressed, but the truth is whether I'd excuse or not, there is uncomfortable baggage that won't otherwise disappear.
I recall for instance the day-care in Co. where the big kid, whose name was unknown to me, had thrown the deck of cards and refused to pick them up. From my vantage, as I was a very small kid on that date, he was a notoriously big kid, since I knew not whether the woman who was supervising us had been any bigger. She insisted that the cards be picked up, to which he had replied, "It's a free country."
I wanted to object, and I'd struggled to frame in words the idea that had been vaguely impressed upon my mind to the effect that the misuse of other's property is not a protected form of expression. I even felt some of the imperative to interject when the lady failed to command that explanation herself. It seemed as though the day would be lost while I'd timidity not to pipe up before elders, "biggers," those with the irreverence to throw cards, and those duly authorized to punish it.
Perhaps you Opera-ites shall have something to comment on that situation, perhaps not. It was at least in all aspects clearly understood to me, even then, what was going on. I don't mean to say that I'd sympathy then for card-throwing, when I'd not, or that the supervisor lady's loss of face made sense, or that there was any excuse for my reticence. I had at times been reliant that "the truth will out," that "right makes might," and importantly that the fates will favor the meek, and that justice even for the silent would be served.
After the context of my previous post I have an apology to offer to America, who had been listening at that time, as she is now. Certainly if I had imagined it to matter to YOU, I'd have interjected with some rationale for my understandings of freedoms and liberties, however poorly articulated they may have been.
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