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Lucki Melander Wilder
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-- Jim (a reader since the first-ever announcement)
These are personal ruminations on divers and sundry topics
of interest to me and, I hope, also you. Some are long, some short. Some are silly, some serious. Some are trivial, some profound. Nor is it always easy to tell which is which, even for me. And all opinions expressed are subject to change without notice.
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2024-12-01
I N F O D U M P
"Jingle bells, jingle bells / Jingle all the way
/ Oh, what fun it is to ride /
In a one-horse open sleigh." -- James Lord Pierpont (September 1857)
'Tis the season. And we all know the song. We can all sing at least the chorus. But how many of us know all the verses or even how many there are, how long ago it was written, how many versions there are in how many languages, that it was originally intended to be used on Thanksgiving Day, and that it was the first musical performance in space (December 1965; google "Schirra Stafford Jingle Bells" for a wealth of links to recordings and articles), with Wally on this <=== 8-note harmonica and Tom on this ===> 6-sleighbell set.
What I want to demonstrate here is the wealth of info one can glean from any creative collection of words. Even short ones. Perhaps especially short ones, which have to pack a lot of info into a little space. Not info about the author (though that's also true) but about the characters in the work. The character I will use in this demo is The Horse.
The Horse is specifically mentioned in only the first two verses of the song, so those will be my focus. I will also briefly mention three things that we might infer from the other two verses, but we can't be sure they refer to our actual subject.
Dashing through the snow /
In a one-horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go /
Laughing all the way.
Bells on bobtails ring /
Making spirits bright.
What fun it is to ride and sing /
A sleighing song tonight.
A day or two ago / I thought I'd take a ride
And soon, Miss Fanny Bright /
Was seated by my side.
The horse was lean and lank /
Misfortune seemed his lot.
He got into a drifted bank /
And then we got upsot.
So, what do we know about The Horse?
= It's pretty fast - "dashing"
= In three seasons, it probably does other work, such as a carriage or draft or plow horse
- "snow"
= It's strong enough (we hope) to pull the sleigh by itself - "one-horse open sleigh"
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It's on unpaved, fairly smooth, and probably loamy ground, so it may not be shod - "o'er the fields"
= It's either owned or hired by the PoV character/singer, who also may or may not be the coachman - "we go"
= It's not spooked by strange noises - "laughing" and "bells"
and "song"
= It has bells on its harness and/or its tail - "bells on bobtails"*
= Its tail is bobbed, so as not to fly up in the coachman's face - "bobtails"*
(but we wonder how many tails it has,
and how bells would be safely affixed to a bobbed tail)
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It doesn't have a lot of fat and smooth or curvy contours - "lean"
(but we question if that's its norm or if it's malnourished and, if so,
whether it's also otherwise being mistreated through either casual malice or careless ignorance)
= Besides thin, it's also tall, loose-jointed, and maybe awkward - "lank"
= It's unlucky, either on its own or 'cuz its owner and/or coachman leaves a lot to be desired - "misfortune"
= It's a male, either stallion or gelding - "his lot" and "he"
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Either it's an extremely stupid horse (doubtful), or its coachman is a blithering idiot - "got into a drifted bank"
(no self-respecting horse would willingly, especially unchased, run itself into a deep drift, banked or not,
so we suspect its coachman doesn't know how to handle it or can't judge distances and turning radii)
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Actually, it tried to avoid the bank but wasn't free to do so, for which blame the coachman - "we got upsot"
(if it ran straight into the drift head-on, instead of trying to turn away,
the sleigh wouldn't have run just one ski up the bank to tip itself over)
*Pierpont probably just used "bobtail". But "Bells on bobtails" is a common mis-singing, which raises that question of number of tails. Another common mis-singing is "Bells on Bob's tail", which answers the question of what The Horse's name is, but doesn't say if its tail is bobbed or not. And of course, what we hear is sometimes misheard as "Bells on Bobtail(s)", as if The Horse's name is Bobtail(s), and again we don't know if its tail is bobbed or not. Though why would someone name it Bobtail(s) if not, or did its tail just grow out again?
[ASIDE]
We may additionally infer from verses 3 and 4 that The Horse or at least a horse:
= Is worked by a
coachman who's a rude and dastardly boor
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Is a bay
= Can
run a mile in two minutes forty seconds (or maybe can't or shouldn't, so we should hire a different horse)
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So, as I said, a wealth of info. About just one of the characters. Fourteen factoids (and more). Considering that two of the couplets in verse 2 don't talk about The Horse at all, that's a lot of info about it (and it isn't even the lead or PoV character) to pack into the remaining six couplets.
Reading things carefully makes one a better thinker...and a better writer. Even, sometimes, reading old-style, light, playful
versifying that has no delusions of grandeur. Just to judge the density and efficacy of the infodump.
Whatever your holidays, have a safe and fun season and Gregorian New Year's Eve.
Khoda hafez,
Lucki
Tue, Dec 3, 2024 at 12:03 AM, Nancy B wrote:
So this song was written for Thanksgiving? We think of it as a Christmas song, but it's really winter song. Like we think about Walking in a Winter Wonderland or Let It Snow as Christmas songs but they don't talk about Christmas. But I never stopped and thought about what this song was saying. I just sang the words and didn't stop to think about what they meant, which is quite a lot. |
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Lucki responds to Nancy B:
I hear ya. So many that don't really talk about celebrating Christ's Mass. (Which was celebrated in late December 'cuz that was when the winter solstice occurred, meaning the sun turned and started moving back up to the northern hemisphere. Plus the early Christians could then disguise it as part of the Roman Saturnalia. It had nothing to do with Christ's actual birth, 'cuz he was born in the spring, most likely in early April.) So many songs that don't even talk about Santa Claus. Jingle Bell Rock; Frosty The Snowman; Sleigh Ride, which was inspired by and written during a summer heat wave; even the cringe-worthy, absolutely heinous Baby It's Cold Outside. And the list goes on. |
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2024-11-11
S N A P S H O T S
"Sometimes things in life happen that allow us to understand our priorities very clearly.
Ultimately you can see those as gifts." -- Mariska Hargitay
I haven't done a Thanksgiving entry here every year. I tended to do them when I was actively reminding myself to be thankful...and to say so. In a way, they became little snapshots of some mighty big gratitudes.
= My first blog entry about anything ever, in 2010, was sort of Thanksgiving-related and certainly described something to be thankful for, but it was really about something else.
= My first Thanksgiving-targeted one in Abiding Blog appeared in 2015, when I listed five groups of people (instead of things) I was thankful for and to.
= The next was in 2018, when I suggested engaging in a 3-step Thanksgiving exercise.
= And in 2019, I listed 26 things I was thankful for, one for each letter of the alphabet.
In this year's snapshot, I want to call your attention back 2018 and again encourage, perhaps even challenge, you to undertake that 3-step exercise. And BTW, the Aphorisms & Memes being posted this month for Monday the 11th, 18th, and 25th are matching posters that feature that 3-step process. Feel free to copy them into your emails, blogs, social media, etc., to inspire yourself and others.
I'm not going to tell you who or what are on my lists this year. But I will tell you one thing I am thankful for:
I'm thankful for all the people who voted this time. All of them. I'm even thankful for all the people who didn't.
Why? 'Cuz whether we realized what we were doing or not, we as a nation got blatently and bluntly honest about our priorities. Not for the first time. Won't be the last. But it is a truthful snapshot and, as such, very valuable. It will be interesting to see what we harvest from it.
Khoda hafez,
Lucki
Thu, Nov 14, 2024 at 11:54 PM, Nancy B wrote:
I do say what I'm thankful for. I'm thankful for having Thanksgiving, and I love getting together with family and the environment of warmth. I'm especially thankful for my grandson Gus who's going to UCONN this year. It's his first year, and he'll be home this year for Thanksgiving. |
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Lucki responds to Nancy B:
I never thought, really, of being thankful for Thanksgiving itself. Thanks for that. And yeah, when my grandMya was going to U of I downstate, it was great to have her home for holiday breaks, too. |
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2024-11-01
F A U L T L I N E
"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter." -- Martin Luther King
I voted. Nobody's business for whom-all. Secret ballot. You might guess from things I've said. But no way you can really know how I marked my ballot. Not unless I tell you. Even then, you can't know for sure.
I also won't know whom-all you did/will vote for. Or even if you're voting at all.
But there's one thing I do know. For sure. IF you:
= choose not to exercise your privilege, right, and responsibility to vote,
= refuse to be bothered 'cuz it's a hassle, or the weather's awful. or you're tired and the lines are long,
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can't decide who might be at least a little bit better at serving you and your ward, town, district, state, nation,
= have drunk the "they're all crooks and the system is rotten" kool-aid (which has zero nutritional value),
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think that shirking your civic duty is an equally valid "right" you can exercise without consequences,
then after the election, or a year from now, or if and when term limits kick in, or at any time that you're dissatisfied with the results of this most-pivotal election, I don't want to hear one word about it from you. 'Cuz I won't blame, or listen to you blame, the people who voted ... regardless of whom they voted for. Nope, I'll blame YOU!
Short article. Fast read. Gives you an extra few minutes to go vote, or encourage/help someone else to.
Invest in your best future. Go GO. GO!
Khoda hafez,
Lucki
Fri, Nov 1, 2024 at 11:28 PM, Larry B wrote:
Gotcha!
Larry |
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Lucki responds to Larry B:
Yeah, 'cuz we've talked about this, so I know you're paying attention to it, too. (Don't usually post one-word comments; but in this case, I wanted you to know that I gotcher "Gotcha!" 'cuz it's so important a topic.) |
Mon, Nov 4, 2024 at 7:33 AM, Sharon T wrote:
Awesome, Ms. Lucki! [Recovering from major health issue:] Thank God I'm still alive! Alive to read your blog! I KNOW [who] you're voting for. |
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Lucki responds to Sharon T:
Thank you. I'm glad you're still around to read, too. Whether it's my blog or something else entirely. And I will neither confirm or deny. ;-) |
Thu, Nov 14, 2024 at 11:42 PM, Nancy B wrote:
Right on, girl! It's true if you didn't vote, you have no right to complain about the time the person is in office. I think it's good that our ballots are secret and we don't know who anyone voted for. And I did my responsibility of voting. |
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Lucki responds to Nancy B:
Glad to hear you took the time to be counted. Ya know, there are people who seem to pride themselves in not voting, as if everybody and everything else is rotten and they're above the fray. But my take on voting in such a case is that if you're not small-d democratically part of the solution, you're definitely part of the problem. |
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2024-10-09
P A R T A K E
"Stand for something or you will fall for anything." -- Rosa Parks
I've written about elections before, both civic and Baha'i. I've noted how I use the guidance given in the Writings about Baha'i elections to also inform my choices in civic elections. I've made it plain, I think, that I consider voting both a right and a responsibility of US and local citizenship and of Baha'i-community membership. I might even, on a curmudgeonly day, say to people who don't bother to vote that I don't want to hear them complain about any negative results of an election, 'cuz it's their fault for standing aloof and shirking their duty. (Understand, that last is true regardless of whether or not I would've agreed with whom they cast their vote for. I don't expect them to vote the way I do, just to exercise their rightful privilege. To invest in our best future as they see it.)
Anyway, this year we have some hard choices to ponder and make on the national, state, and local levels. It's important to me that I
- as I hope it is to you that you - learn about and vote for people who (as the Baha'i Writings put it) demonstrate, in word AND in action, the qualities "of unquestioned loyalty, of selfless devotion, of a well-trained mind, of recognized ability and mature experience" in upholding the tenets of the Faith in the one case and the Constitution in the other. In both cases, we must look not so much at promises and promotions, though we may indeed learn something from them, but at the service the candidates have already done in uplifting the wellbeing of the body politic and everyone of every ilk in it, be they of the same religious community or political party or not.
This time 'round, though, I'd just like to share with you what a handful of other faiths say about being, choosing, and supporting good leaders. Because all the world religions, and others on smaller scales, from ancient history to today, have addressed this concept in complementary ways ... all helping us to find and walk the best path for ourselves and all members of our human family and global village.
1. Hindu, Laws of Manu, Chapter VIII, verses 174-175
But that evil-minded king who in his folly decides causes unjustly, his enemies soon subjugate.
If, subduing love and hatred, he decides the causes according to the law, (the hearts of) his subjects turn towards him as the rivers (run) towards the ocean.
2. Jewish, Isaiah 1:17
Learn to do good; seek justice, correct oppression; bring justice to the fatherless, plead the widow's cause.
3. Buddhist, Dhammapada - Sayings of the Buddha 1
It is good to restrain one's mind, uncontrollable, fast moving, and following its own desires as it is. A disciplined mind leads to happiness.
4. Christian, Philippians 4:8
Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.
5. Muslim, The Qur'an, Surah 2:17
...to spend of your substance, out of love for Him, for your kin, for orphans, for the needy, for the wayfarer, for those who ask, and for the ransom of slaves; to be steadfast in prayer, and practice regular charity; to fulfil the contracts which ye have made; and to be firm and patient, in pain (or suffering) and adversity, and throughout all periods of panic.
So here's a "do and don't". This nation is your home, so DO your homework by independently investigating truth for yourself. And if someone (or your inner cynic) tells you our democracy is broken and our nation doomed, if they're poisoning our common wellwater with panic pronouncements, lies, and threats of violence, DON'T drink the Kool-Aid and don't feed it to your family, friends, neighbors, coworkers, and especially not to your kids.
Way back in ancient Greece, Plato warned us that "One of the penalties for refusing to participate in politics is that you end up being governed by your inferiors." When our Great Experiment in democracy was very young, Thomas Jefferson told us that ""We do not have government by the majority. We have government by the majority who participate." More recently, Desmond Tutu reminded us that: "Real leaders are not blinded by the trappings of power but recognize their role as servant."
And remember: If you don't undertake the responsibility of voting, you may ultimately find the right taken out from under you.
Because, as Keith Ellison put it: "Not voting is not a protest. It's a surrender."
Looking forward, metaphorically speaking, to seeing you at the polls.
Let's invest in our best future by partaking of this privilege together; it's our solid common ground.
Khoda hafez,
Lucki
Mon, Oct 14, 2024 at 11:30 PM, Nancy B wrote:
Wow. OK, when people read this, they can understand why it is important to vote and it will show them the history of voting. I like the idea you put down there that if they don't go vote, they have no right to complain. And I like what Keith Ellison said, especially this year when it's so important to vote no matter what side they're on. |
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Lucki responds to Nancy B:
Thank you. It seems that for so many people this year, it's gonna be harder to vote. They're gonna have to jump through hoops, maybe even lose paid work time, to exercise their right. I think, too, it's a truism that the harder people make it for you to vote, the more they must fear your having the freedom to choose, and the more vital it is for our democracy that you do show up and fight back at the ballot box. I have to wonder, though, how disheartened and maybe even angry those who have to fight so hard are made to feel by those who could more easily vote and - usually 'cuz they don't want to "waste" the time and energy to independently investigate for themselves what's really true - don't bother to go vote at all. |
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2024-09-11
J O N E S I N G
"...a single action by 12 Texas Senate Republicans in the 2007 session enabled
Barack Obama to be inaugurated as the 44th President." -- Dr. Adam Schiffer
Over the years since 2008, I've encountered numerous exclamations (or whispers) about how some this-or-that led (or at least contributed) to our 44th President's victory at the ballot box ... both times, but especially the first. (The one quoted above is part of an interesting, if a bit convoluted, 15-minute 4/9/10 poli-sci Back To Class event clip you might find interesting to watch.)
One of the most
eclectic credited Kiefer Sutherland's work in "24", which premiered on November 6, 2001 and spanned 192 episodes over 8 seasons (plus a TV movie and a 12-episode sequel). His portrayal of the in-your-face Jack Bauer made the show appointment viewing for a lot of viewers, which led to Emmy, Golden Globe, SAG, and Satellite Awards and seasonal critic/viewer positive responses ranging from 75% to 100%(!). To quote Wikipedia:
The quality of the acting was particularly celebrated by critics. Robert Bianco of USA Today described Kiefer Sutherland as indispensable to the series, and that he had a "great, under-sung performance".
Bianco, Robert (January 13, 2006). "Opener doesn't waste a second". USA Today - Archived from the original on October 4, 2010. Retrieved January 2, 2012.
One especially important factor was that the show aired on Fox. That meant it reached millions of viewers across the whole political spectrum, something that seems almost impossible nowadays and was still a notable rarity even back then. Also, it aired less than two months after 9/11. And what did all these viewers, with all these often diametrically opposed political leanings, see at a time when we needed and were motivated to emotionally unite under our President? What did they all see on their TVs, watching "24" at the same bat time on the same bat channel? A skillful, charismatic, black actor playing a skillful, charismatic, black Senator become a skillful, charismatic, black President. And to again quote Wikipedia (I know, not the most accurate source, but certainly the most universally accessible):
Dennis Haysbert's "commanding" performance as David Palmer was hailed by critics, with some believing the character helped the campaign of Barack Obama.
Reynolds, Simon (July 2, 2008). "Haysbert: '24' president helped Obama", Digital Spy - Archived from the original on June 16, 2009. Retrieved January 2, 2012.
Maybe all that's true. But much as I always enjoy Kiefer Sutherland and Dennis Haysbert in whatever they do (yes, even those commercials), what Haysbert pulled off in this century was old hat to me. 'Cuz in the previous century, I'd been there, done that, and had the indelible memory to prove it.
Yep. I sat in a major theater with a huge screen in 1972 and watched the first movie presentation ever of a black actor as President of these United State of America. Not as an SFnal 23rd-century black President who mysteriously dies before he can take office. Not as a 7-year-old black child, told by his mother that "anyone can become President", dreaming of his own future inauguration. Not as the butt of a satirical song about black parents naming their children after famous presidents. No, as the actual President of the contemporary United States. President Douglass Dilman,
In the movie, when the President and the Speaker of the House are killed in a building collapse and the Vice President is suffering from a terminal illness, the Senate president pro temp is next in line. (That unco concept of a person never elected as either President or Vice nevertheless rising to the highest office in the land, that happened in real life just two years later.) He's seen as a weak puppet to be manipulated by adversaries in the administration. But he turns all that on its ear and becomes his own man. The Man. And at the end of the film, as I looked up at the big screen and saw James Earl Jones being introduced at his party's national convention, standing in the front of the Presidential Seal, with "Hail to the Chief" ringing in my ears, I literally erupted in big ol' thrilling goose bumps.
I'll never forget that moment. It sneaks up and pounces on me at the oddest times. Obviously, hearing about the loss of one of our greatest (and not adequately appreciated) actors - and I don't mean black people's; I mean everyone's - that scene came rushing back to me like a flash flood. I'll miss Douglass Dilman and Grandpa Nicholas. I'll miss Jack Jefferson and Roop Marshall. I'll miss Admiral Greer and King Lear. I'll miss Few Clothes Johnson and Woodrow Paris. I'll miss Gabriel Bird and Neb Langston. I'll even miss Mufasa and Darth Vader and Pharaoh. And trust me, the list goes on. Yes, I can still watch him onscreen, including all the retrospectives I expect are being put together now. But there will be no coming out of retirement to take on just one more can't-resist role.
I hoped and believed, if only momentarily, long before Barack Obama. And I'll miss the man who was The Man. Rest in peace. May he "enter the garden of happiness [and] behold Thy splendors on the loftiest mount."
Khoda hafez,
Lucki
Wed, Sep 11, 2024 at 11:10 PM, Nancy B wrote:
He was a wonderful actor. For some reason, I didn't know he ever played the President, but the date is interesting. You must have rushed to get that much posted that day. |
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Lucki responds to Nancy B:
Actually, no. It just came together that way. I don't usually write something in just one day, never mind edit, post, and test it. But it all came pouring out so fast, my fingers could barely keep up. He really did have an impact on me with that role and, yes, the coincidence in dates was likely am inspirational factor. But unlike my anniversary article on 9/11/11, it wasn't like I knew in advance that it was coming so I could write ahead. |
Sat, Oct 5, 2024 at 3:08 PM, Sharon T wrote:
Loved, this, Lucki! Yours is a brain to be reckoned with!
Sharon
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Lucki responds to Sharon T:
Loved what? |
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Mon, Oct 7, 2024 at 10:34 AM, Sharon T wrote:
Your Abiding blog! Love [the email announcement of] it in my inbox every month!
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Lucki responds to Sharon T:
Thank you, Sharon. Always nice to know someone is looking forward to it each month. |
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2024-08-19
# g r a d M Y A
"Your time is now. Start where you are, use what you have, do what you can." -- Arthur Ashe
Yep, my #grandMya is a U of I grad! So right off the bat, picture me exuding proud Grams vibes all over the place.
After our successful sojourns before and after Indiana's piece of the solar eclipse, Rey and I decided proud-papa he and amaxophobic me could handle an even longer daytrip to southern Illinois. So came Mya's May 11 graduation day, with Dean's List honors, from the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign, we settled into Rey's own car this time, and off we went. But before we did, I tended to one preparatory task that Rey was patient with. More on that later.
The trip went okay. Better'n average for me, which therefore made driving with me better'n average for Rey. Much like the trip into Indiana, except we only had each other to talk to and we didn't get stuck in any hour-long traffic jams. Once we got to the campus in Urbana, we got a little turned around about which was the parking lot for her senior dorm, but we were early and had plenty of time to sort that out.
We had no intention of going to the all-university graduation ceremony in the stadium, where the students didn't actually get their degrees. We just wanted to go to her convocation, which was for the Department of Psychology in the College of Liberal Arts & Sciences, where she would march in, be announced, walk across the stage, get her degree folder, and shake hands with various dignitaries. You know, the usual pomp and circumstance that used to be unvitiated by overuse.
We relaxed, wandering around a little of the campus, until Mya's mom Daisy, stepdad Ivan, and sis Giuliana pulled up. An easy meet-up, 'cuz Rey and Daisy were on their cells, Daisy to alert us to their approach, and Rey to help them navigate to the correct parking lot. Mya soon joined us - cap, gown, and hood in hand - before she had to go to the entrance for students to use to gather for the Processional. Needless to say, there was a lot of proud family-ing going on. It wasn't long, though, before Mya had to head to her gathering location.
It was still early, but we headed
to the convocation hall. And, even though we were early, found bunches of people already ahead of us, standing outside the still-locked main doors. Through the glass, we could see the king-sized room with rows of chairs for the faculty (on stage), students, and guests. Just beyond the ticket-takers was a table with bouquets for sale. We could just imagine the chagrin of people who forgot that custom, and their willingness to fork over mucho moolah to remedy their remiss. Not to worry for us, 'cuz there was Giuliana with the elegant bouquet they'd brought, which obviously Mya couldn't deal with until after the program.
As we waited, we saw someone knock at the locked doors to ask if a person in a wheelchair could be accommodated. Yes, of course they could; and they were let into the hall. "Follow me," Rey said, and we gradually made our way through the crowd to the door. He knocked; and when someone opened the door, he pointed me out and said, "My mom's a senior. Can she use the washroom?"
Yes, of course she could; and I was let into the hall, guided to the washrooms, patiently waited for, and guided back outside.
Of course, I couldn't walk as fast as a spring-chicken usher. So I had time to look at the hall as we walked down the side aisle to where the alcove of washrooms was. I inferred from aisle sizes, posted stanchions, and such which were the students' rows of chairs versus which were for guests, as well as how all the aisles were configured. When I got back outside, I mapped it all out for Rey and offered guidance that, as soon as we enter, we should make a beeline down the nearest aisle to try for the front guest row, and seats just right of the center aisle, smack dab on the cross aisle where the washrooms were. The family moved up to where we were standing, near the doors now. Rey told them the plan; and when the doors opened, he got in maybe tenth in line, shot down the aisle, and grabbed exactly the five seats we wanted.
Which turned out to be extra great 'cuz Mya ended up being seated on the chair just right of the center aisle only two rows from the back of the student section. Which meant that when she first came in and again when she got back to her seat after her stage walk, the seats behind her were empty of students, so she was able to pose for us to take pix before she sat down. But that was, of course, later.
So there we were in our prime seats. With a nice, wide, cross aisle in front of us, so people weren't tripping over our feet, or making us get up so they could get to seats in the middle of the row. And none of us had to wander halfway round the hall, dodging incoming people, to get into the line for the washrooms.
It was interesting, people-watching. I saw one lady farther down our row wearing a U of I T-shirt with white-edged deep blue and bright orange school colors. I coulda worn the one Mya'd given me, but wanted to be more gussied up, albeit still comfortable, for such an auspicious occasion. So I wore a dark blue
blazer, white blouse with a pattern featuring blue and orange on white, and the same bold colors in my hair tie. As I looked around I noticed, sitting cattercorner behind me, a lady wearing a dress with big orange and white flowers on a blue background. I got her attention and said how great it was to see another person also featuring blue-orange-white. She looked down at herself, startled. "Oh. It wasn't intentional," she admitted. "But from now on, I'm gonna say it was!" Waydahgo, gal.
Special Bit 1: Not gonna detail the whole event. But there's one moment worth sharing. After the Procession (~16 minutes 5 seconds) and land acknowledgement (~1:05), Psych Dept head and MC Aaron Benjamin gave a welcoming speech ~5:30 long. Depending on your PoV (and tolerance for formalities), it was either wonderfully informative or way too much info. But he did, in addition to the usual fluff and stuff, give the students an accolade for the resilient traits they (and their families) demonstrated as "the pandemic generation".
He basked a bit in his happy applause. Then he introduced the College's Exec Assoc Dean Wendy Heller. She spoke for ~3:55 about the importance of the use and value of Psychology in a broad range of human endeavors. She also got an exuberant round of applause.
Next, The MC introduced the keynote speaker, U of I's Asst Vice Chancellor for Research & Innovation in Compliance, and Psychology Alumni Award winner, Patricia ("Patty" in the program) Jones. He wanted us to understand how ideal a speaker she was to inspire the students. So besides describing her role at U of I, he heaped accolades on her, listing at least a dozen and a half (probably more; even reviewing the tape, I kept losing count) titles, certifications, honors, job summaries, activities, and accomplishmenst. The highlight of the ~2:30 was her NASA work.
So there we all were again, settling in for the long count. It comes with the territory, right? Well, she didn't disappoint. She began her speech with "Thank you, and congratulations to all the graduates. We are all so proud of you, and we look forward to celebrating with you on this great day. I decided to make my speech really short, because we've just heard two wonderful speeches already. So I just want to say: The only thing cooler than working for NASA is working at the Unviersity of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Thank you."
And that's how she ended it. And sat down. To thunderous applause. Such a rarity in speechifying: 68 words, 0:24.
You read that right.
Only 24 seconds long. For heaven's sake, the clapping and whoops of appreciation seemed to last longer than that.
In fact, it happened so fast that the MC was caught flatfooted. "I wasn't quite ready for that short of a...(mumble)" He fumbled through his order-of-program pages, then left the lecturn to consult with anyone who knew what was next. A person far stage-left intercepted him and gave him guidance. He came back to the mic and happily added, "We have an award, for the Alumni Award. And also, it turns out, for the shortest speech in the history of graduations." He got a well deserved laugh.
After the Alumni Award, small groups of the Doctors of Philosophy, the Masters of Science in Psychological Science, and the Bachelors of Science in Brain and Cognitive Science, Mya and the other 650 or so Bachelors of Science in Psychology queued up. (Mya needed that more stringent Bachelor of Science, rather than Bachelor of Arts in Psychology, for the career she wants to pursue.)
Special Bit 2: When the convocation was over, the grads filed out. Then the guests could leave by any door available. We went to the nearest one and found Mya a way's away outside. On the way, I noticed an orange bachelor's hood wrapped on a railing running parallel to the building. We walked past it; but I thought for a bit and, realizing that whoever lost it wouldn't know where it had been put anyway. decided to go back and get it to keep with Mya's graduation picture. So Ivan voluntarily strode back, got it, and brought it to me. I neatly folded it and put it in my pocket until we met up with Mya. Then, I pulled it out and said I now had one just like hers to keep with her official photo. She looked down at hers...and it wasn't there. She'd
lost hers without even realizing. "Well," I said, "now you have one again." She hugged me (again). [ASIDE] Wonder if the one I found is the one she lost. Serendipity. [/ASIDE]
Special Bit 3: When we were all gathered again near the parking lot, I signaled Rey to get out of his car the results of the preparatory task I mentioned above, that he'd been so patient with me about. Mya didn't see him 'cuz Giuliana was busy giving her their beautiful mixed bouquet, with stunning central rose, wrapped in bright purple tissue. "I love these," she told them with a big smile, "Thank you."
Then we handed her our bouquet, a humongous bunch of light purple lilacs from my lilac bush in the garden, wrapped in a translucent wrapper I'd kept (fortuitously) from a bouquet I'd been given a while back on, if I remember correctly, my birthday last year. "Ooh, I really love these!" she exclaimed, breathing in their fragrance, "They smell so-o-o good." Elegance on the one hand, hominess on the other. Not bad, considering we didn't plan it with each other.
Back to the ordinary. We all went to Mya's dorm room, which was so tiny (especially compared to the single dorm room I had back in the day) that only two people could fit in it, standing between the bed and desk. The only comparatively saving grace was that it shared a small washroom with only one other student (the three rooms being called a "suite"; NOT).
Ivan carted most of Mya's possessions to his car, especially the larger ones. Rey took the rest in his car. A few items, Mya contributed to the freebie trailer in the parking lot, for other students to take if they wanted them (the leftovers being contributed somewhere).
She also tossed an item or two in the trash/recycle. Finally, Mya and her flowers climbed into the back seat of our car, and soon drifted off to sleep. Well, that's understandable. BIG day!
When we arrived back at my place. I could hardly wait to get upstairs and finally partake of my first and only meal of the day. But there were, of course, bigger priorities to spend ten minutes on. I hugged Mya (and Rey) once more, wished her good times on her summer job, and exuded about her next step in August, going to U of I-Circle
in Chicago for her Master's ('cuz she's going into a career so important and demanding in the human services sector that a Bachelor's Degree and five bucks will get you a cup of coffee at Starbucks. I'm so proud of her for challenging herself that much, and doing such a good job of it as to be Dean's Listed. Wouldn't surprise me to see her pull that off again.
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Lucki
Mon, Aug 26, 2024 at 11:55 PM, Nancy B wrote:
Well, congratulations, Mya! Now you're going for your Master's. That's great. That's the degree I have. I got mine at Loyola. I love the picture of you and your father. He looks like one proud parent. You got the 2 wonderful bouquets of flowers and I bet the lilacs did smell great. Congrats again! |
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Mya responds to Nancy B:
Thank you. The lilacs did smell great! |
Sun, Sep 1, 2024 at 3:53 PM, Kim B wrote:
Oh - congrats - huge huge congrats to Mya and her tribe! I'm looking forward to learning what she does next.
And - man! You nailed it with the cute dino musings. I'd keep him.
I took a look at Anasazi Anthem - but realized I'm not enough of a hard core sci-fi reader to be able to slip into that world (have zero knowledge of the inspirational material). Alas for me.
What's this about you moving slow at Mya's graduation? Aren't you still walking a gazillion steps every day.
Hugs from afar,
Kim
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Mya responds to Kim B:
Thank you very much, Kim. |
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Lucki responds to Kim B:
Back to school already. Goin' for that Master's. Doing an internship as part of it.
Ooo, if you had one & I had one, we could do playdates. Give us a great excuse to visit each other.
Probably make enough to even co-buy a plane & co-hire a pilot. ;-)
Well,
let's see: (A) If you'd like to, you can always buy the 5-season pack of DVDs. I've seen 'em online for $25-$30. (B) Or buy 'em on Youtube for $10 a season, Trust me, for Anthem you won't need S4 & S5, & can even get by without S3. (C) Or just read the chapters for the take on Progressive Revelation, & use Wikipedia or a wiki like the New Systems Commonwealth Wiki for looking up anything vital you absolutely can't get from context. (D) Or email me quesitons. But even if you don't want to do any of that, (E) you might be interested in the fairy-tale update highlighted in my announcement. It starts in the middle of the third page of the chapter (141 of the book) & ends near the bottom of the sixth page (144). Gotta admit, makes me wonder if the Master & the Guardian heard fantastical teaching tales when they were little kids.
I do
still meet my daily goal (which I've admittedly occasionally adjusted down or up if I've injured a muscle & then it's healed). I just don't do those gazillions as fast as I used to. Usta take me ~22.5 minutes to cover a mile. Now takes, like, 30. But since I walk everywhere nearby anyway.... How's your walking going? |
Tue, Nov 5, 2024 at 12:11 PM, Rey W wrote:
I hadn't read this yet. It was good. You even mentioned that speech; that was sure unusual. One thing: Ivan didn't take most of Mya's stuff in his car, just an item or two. We were able to pack all the rest of it in our car because Mya and I had already brought a lot of her stuff home before graduation day. |
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Lucki responds to Rey W:
I stand corrected. I remembered Ivan moving something large out to his car, but I didn't remember how big or how many. And yeah, our car was definitely packed; we couldn't have carried another passenger. |
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2024-07-19
U N I M P O S S I B L E
"Prison Break is so far-fetched, I had to make viewers believe that
Michael is capable of making the impossible possible." -- Wentworth Miller
That's often what a good actor does. And Miller pulled it off. But that was onscreen. In real life, sometimes the even bigger challenge is making viewers (readers, listeners, coworkers, neighbors, friends, family) believe that they can make the possible possible.
I was talking with Number Two Son Mead. the
chainmail artist in Canada, earlier this month and we got on the subject of people feeling hopeless. That is an often-understandable feeling. And sometimes it seems a relief to give up and not care anymore. To stop trying. To disengage. To accept that we have to meet life on life's terms. At least we stop wasting energy and inviting the pain of beating our heads against a brick wall.
But surrendering to the truth of a situation is emphatically not the same thing as giving up hope. The former can actually be energizing; the latter saps us of what little energy we may still have left. The latter gives us the opportunity to perhaps enter a different tunnel leading to a new light source; the former not only closes down the tunnel we're in but renders invisible every other tunnel we might have access to.
We often hear it from newcomers in the rooms of recovery, when we share with them a brighter future than the one they walked in with: "Oh, you're just trying to raise my hopes." Damn straight. We're trying {nod to Spider Robinson} to raise your hopes until they're big enough to stand on their own.
The people who refuse to grasp that strand of hope do indeed doom themselves to a potentially very painful, and hopeless existence. OTOH, the people who grab that strand of hope - wispy, yet spidersilk-strong - and hang onto it as desperately as they hung on to their bottle, their needle, their smokes, their racing form, their abusive lover, their anger...those are the ones who recover. Accept their reality and take charge of their reaction and response to it. Engage. Concentrate on what they can do, not what they can't. Envision a better, fuller life for themselves and their loved ones. Build it as best they can, willingly asking for help where help is needed. Pass to a succeeding generation both the progress they've made and the progress still to be made. And then share that victory with others.
Glass-half-empty/glass-half-full is an old cliche, yes. But things become cliches in the first place because they are so often true. And yes, which way someone perceives the world is, in part, directly attributable to genetics and/or early upbringing. But nature/nurture is amenable to modification. Not in one's past, obviously, but in one's present and future. The only difference is how hard one has to look to see it. And how willing one is to try.
And that's the crux. Mead and I talked about what gives us hope for the future. For ourselves, for our progeny, for humanity, for the planet and all its creatures. In our case, yes, the Baha'i Faith has a lot to do with it. That's cool, but it's not a necessity. People can find faith in a lot of times and places. They can find hope in a lot of times and places. But not if they insist that faith and hope don't exist. If they can't find any faith and hope, then they can't contribute any faith and hope.
So what? Why bother? Too hard? It's a doomed endeavor? There's nothing to believe in and nothing to hope for?
OK. If that's the life someone wants to live, OK. But it really doesn't sound like much fun. Understand, I'm not talking about people who are suicidal here. That's different. I'm talking about people who've decided to just exist. To make do with, essentially, nothing. For whatever years they have left. Again, doesn't sound like much fun.
And that's the "funny" part about faith and hope. They're not easy. They really aren't. They're hard! But in the long run, they're so much more FUN. To say nothing of productive. And by productive, I don't mean profitable in a material sense. I mean, it may sound weird, but giving service to others - especially if you can do so by following your bliss, like I do with writing - really is fun. And it's not hard but fun. It's fun because it's hard...and thus more satisfying to accomplish in the long run.
And ya know, when people join together in hopes of accomplishing something meaningful, they can turn the seemingly impossible into a real possibility. A person can walk on the moon. An industry can modify its tuna-fishing practices to protect dolphins. A building's top floor can be half a mile above its ground floor. A pandemic can be overcome. A dictator can be given their walking papers. A child's cancer can be cured. I can phone a friend who lives 15 miles from me in Chicago and, when he answers a few seconds later, he tells me he can't offer me a ride today 'cuz he's in China. (Yep, that happened to me.) The impossible become possible. Not every time, no; but often enough to make it worth trying.
People with no hope can drag down most everyone around them. People who have hope may uplift some of the people around them. So it may follow that we need more people with hope than without just to keep things balanced. Even more important, the more hopeful people there are, the more the balance will tip in favor of hopes being fulfilled. (Also, sadly, vice versus.)
There are, what, 8.2 billion people in the world today? Who knows how many are hopeful and how many are apathetic. Let's say for argument's sake that we need about three hopers to balance each hopeless human. Call it needing 6 billion who think {nod to Douglas Adams}"life, the universe, an everything" is worth living and can become even better. And are willing to help try, to engage, at least in their little corner. And 2.2 billion who think nothing can become better. Worse yet, that it'll continue to go downhill forever. And have decided to not even try engaging, helping in their little corner.
And so this person joins a charitable organization. Helps put on a community event or plant a community garden. Marches for peace or human rights. Votes their conscience. Exhibits pride in their own culture and openness to other peoples'. Encourages other people to engage. Looks for and lauds the best in everyone. While that person thinks all charities are a scam. Isolates from their community. Believes grassroots actions have no efficacy. Claims "a pox on both their houses" and doesn't vote at all. Has a jaundiced view even of their
own roots.
Discourages others by both word and example from engaging in anything meaningful. Assumes and expects the worst
of everyone else.
Not gonna try to tell you where to find hope, where to find faith, even what to look for. Not even gonna get into details about where and how I did. [ASIDE] Not here, anyway. You can always glom onto Twigs. [/ASIDE] Just gonna let you answer all that for yourself. (Unless you email me and say you'd like to have that discussion, in which case I'd be pleased to engage with you.) Just gonna ask a few questions.
Which group would you prefer to root for? Which group would you prefer to be part of, and how? Which result will make you feel the happiest, the most alive? And are you up for being an actor portraying the unimpossible?
Like I said, just askin'.
Khoda hafez,
Lucki
Thu, Jul 25, 2024 at 11:44 PM, Nancy B wrote:
Missed this. So it all depends on how you look at life. |
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Lucki responds to Nancy B:
How you look at it, what you choose to look at (or at least the tint of glasses you're willing and able to look at it with), and where that takes you. We all live in the same universe, but we don't all perceive our universe the same. How you look at it really does determine a whole lot about lifting up versus dragging down. Not that I'm all that more accurate than anyone else in what I perceive or how I react to it. But I think a littly more rosy tint and a little less gray wash makes me happier and healthier. Just sayin'. |
Sun, Aug 4, 2024 at 11:57 AM, Kim B wrote:
Enjoyed your insight on the possible. Yay for August. |
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Lucki responds to Nancy B:
Glad you liked it. Some things write themselves. They just flow onto the page. They're fun from the gitgo. Of course, others don't; putting them together is a struggle. But, ya know, winning that struggle is fun, too. |
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2024-06-03
T O T A L L Y
"We are stardust brought to life, then empowered by the universe
to figure itself out - and we have only just begun."
-- Neil deGrasse Tyson
CONTINUED FROM MAY
We were able to get off the road and out of the car with two minutes, give or take, to spare. We adjusted our eclipse glasses for maximum protection as Rey carefully backed each of us up to lean against the van. And we just watched it for the less-than-two-minutes we had. As it reached totality, we took off our glasses.
Team Eclipse stand in awe*
We saw the apparent double orange arc that may manifest when the standalone corona and solar refraction/reflection off the moon's high-albedo surface (perhaps augmented by terrestrial reflection) appear at the same time. It was amazing.
We saw the last solar-surface flash and the kiss of totality, leaving the corona alone in its now-stark whiteness against the night-dark sky. It was awesome.
All the traffic pulling onto the verge and people piling out had shooed away any birds and bugs that might've been making noise. So we didn't hear the sudden silence when they stop...not 'cuz they're frightened by the eclipse (they're not); rather, simply 'cuz they think night has fallen. But we knew it was happening outside of our earshot.
And we knew it would've been extraordinary.
And THEN we saw the diamond ring! It was indescribably glorious. It was what I'd most wanted to experience. It was worth the whole trip.**
I thought about how we, made of stardust, were so personally and joyously connecting with this star- and moon-born experience. And I thought of the Scriptural meditation we've been given to recite on the appearance of fearful natural events. Here was a natural event that caused terror in humans (and only humans) for thousands and thousands of years. Yet now, thanks to the harmony of science and religion, we have laid to rest that particular fear of the (no longer) inexplicable. We can understand the phenomenon, plan a trip to witness it (for the first/only time in my life), and perceive it not as an ill omen but as a demonstration of the Creator's magnificent Plan for an ordered universe. I suggested we say that verse (in English); and each of us six in turn, both Baha'i and non, did so: "Dominion is God's, the Lord of the seen and the unseen, the Lord of creation."
Once totality was over, we started prepping to leave. The group in the car in front of us included two kids still standing with their mother watching the sun's return. Unfortunately, they only had one pair of eclipse glasses that they were sharing, each a few seconds at a time. I gave Rey two of our four pairs of dark blue U of I glasses (Mya had mailed them to me, and they came just in time), and he ran over and gave them to the kids so they could all watch the rest of the eclipse together. They thanked us profusely and stood together gazing up, all three of them finally able to share the same sight at the same moment.
We gradually got ourselves back into the car just as an Indiana state trooper pulled up behind us. The troopers were obviously now chivvying people off the roadsides. Rey in turn asked us to hurry and buckle up, then peeled into traffic as soon as he safely could, so the trooper wouldn't have to get out and come talk to us. Most of the cars ahead of us had already pulled out (guess they didn't have so many old/slow folks to contend with), but not the family just in front of us. The kids were still exuding over what they saw; and maybe the trooper protectively let them be kids for a moment or two more before making sure they also moved on.
There were two problems for us, though. First of all, we were long miles from any intersection or ramp where we could reverse our direction and head northwest again. Rey eventually decided to use one of the median's gravelly bits that he knew first responders use to do quick reverses on the highway.
The other was that most (if not all) of us needed a restroom, but all the rest stops within 50 miles were closed; Indiana had closed them as they reached capacity. But Rey saw one area by the highway where a lot was full and police were there getting people moved out. He pulled along side and said to one of the officers, "All the rest stops are closed and I have all these senior ladies in the car. Where can we go?" The guy looked in, smiled, and said, "Go down this side road and there's a restaurant there. About ten, twenty minutes" (He was probably taking into account that, rather than driving at a younger guy's usual speed, Rey might not want to stress any litle-old-lady sphincters.) We thanked him and headed off down the road.
When we got to the mostly-junk-food-type chain restaurant with the big parking lot and even patio seating, we discovered that the lines for the two restrooms were all the way across the restaurant and practically out the front door. Great! But it beat being in the bushes. We five got in the women's line asap. Rey battened down the van and joined the men's line, checking on the posted menu as he stood there. People in the parallel lines were wonderfully patient and talkative. After all, we had all just experience the same awesomeness and were on the same trip to distant homes. And we-all didn't just talk about the eclipse or the trip, either; we talked about a lot of interesting things, catching or losing different people's interest as the topics morphed and the discussions ebbed and flowed.
It took maybe a half hour before all six of us were relieved. We'd discussed eating there; but Rey really wasn't interested in less-than-healthy food and asked if we could just head home. We agreed; it was only fair that we do so for him after all he'd done for us. (I didn't mind; I'd stayed masked the whole trip and wasn't about to risk eating in the presence of a crowd of people I didn't know, not even out on the patio.)
We finally made it back to Chicago, still chatting, laughing, sharing, enjoying each other (and reviewing highlights of our adventure) as much coming back as we had going down. But home was looking good for everyone. Helena got dropped off first. Then we drove to Nancy's, where Marianne also left to walk her house. Finally, we arrived at my condo where Ellen's husband, having been called, was waiting to pick her up. Then Rey accompanied me upstairs to help carry the chair, some leftover snacks and, out of the cooler, a few of bags of leftovers from the firehouse, which goodies he split out between us.
I looked at the clock as soon as we got in; it was 8:30 PM on the dot. He didn't stick around long, though. I didn't blame him. Even though his shift the previous night had been pretty peaceful and he'd been able to sleep, he was tired again and ready to head home and hit the hay himself.
We reminded ourselves, though, that the 20 minutes we saved at the beginning of the trip made all the difference. It was a great omen after all. We wouldn't have succeeded without it.
Let me close by pointing you to Helena's colorful artistic take on the day: Eclipse Chasing. She didn't tell me it's NFS (which surprised me), so I assume it actually is for sale. I'll double-check with her if you're interested.
*Rey joined in right after taking this photo.
**This entry includes NO eclipse videos or stills. 'Cuz no photos or even videos - not even professional ones, never mind any poor efforts of ours - can do real justice. Trust me, if you think you've seen one on film or digitally, you have not. 'Cuz the camera simply cannot see what the human eye can. I know. For sure. 'Cuz I was finally able to compare. However, 'cuz why shouldn't you expect a little more in the way of graphics, this pair of pix Rey received shows the reaction of someone who, south of the band, didn't even quite see totality (97.9%):
Khoda hafez,
Lucki
Tue, Jun 4, 2024 at 11:42 PM, Nancy B wrote:
I love the pictures Rey received. They're beautiful...beyond beautiful. That expression says it all, doesn't it?
I love the way you described the eclipse. I didn't know about the diamond, and about the birds and bugs getting quiet. You really don't think about things like that, you know.
I love the part with the children. We love to see children and their reactions; they're just so precious.
It seems like you had a really good time getting to be together during something so special. So much in this, you did a good job of it.
Rey was so caring about you all, and now you have the experience to remember for the rest of your life. |
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Lucki responds to Nancy B:
Thank you. The pix are cool; you can even see the flare reflected in the glasses.
I thought I knew about the diamond ring; but I didn't really KNOW know, you know?
Maybe the kids'll get to Montana or the Dakotas for the August 23, 2044 total eclipse, which'll happen around sundown. Or they may, as seniors, be able to come to Chicago itself on September 14, 2099 for another total.
Definitely more fun than I and my amaxophobia
anticapated. And definitely worth sharing in some detail.
Indeed, Rey was amazing.
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Wed, Jun 5, 2024 at 12:52 AM, Kim B wrote:
Hi,
FINALLY I had time to read your blog. Glad I missed it in May, because I would have been so frustrated waiting for the rest of the story.
It was BRILLIANT!! Such fun. So well described. I am so happy that you were able to have that wonderful experience ... and now, if I ever get a shot at witnessing totality, I'll know to go for it.
I was also so happy to see a photo of Number One Son. He looks like a good 'un.
Big hugs and lots of love,
Kim |
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Lucki responds to Kim B:
Yeah, Kim, but the whole point is to always leave 'em wanting more, right? LOL
'Cuz Fiji only saw a partial in April, didn't it? Well, maybe you can visit the northern Great Plains States for the 2044 total I mentioned to Nancy above. You do have two total lunar eclipses coming up in Fiji next year, on March 14 and September 7, and one on March 3-4, 2026. And depending on where in Fiji you are, you might see either a partial or totality on Nov 15, 2031. Or maybe take one of those totality cruises then, or even fly to Vanuatu (which would also allow you to visit the first local Baha'i House of Worship ever built in the Pacific).
So I guess you missed
(for forgot) seeing his pix back here and here.
Backatcha, Kim. |
Fri, Jun 7, 2024 at 12:51 PM, Shoghi S wrote:
My dad and I planned to drive into eclipse totality in April, but then we didn't make it because of last-minute car trouble. |
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Lucki responds to Shoghi S:
That's a bummer. Much as I loved riding in y'all's EV, and faithful as it's been (including last year, both throughout my visit and then later getting your folks cross-country), picking such a time to go wonky makes me feel like sending you-know-who an unflattering missive on your behalf. OTOH, it still makes me smile whenever I see one of the ubiquitous "I bought this before we knew Elon was crazy" bumper stickers. Funny how people can get one thing so right and another so wrong, but I guess that's the nature of the species.
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Sun, Jun 8, 2024 at 5:53 PM, Mya wrote:
Just finished reading, thumbs up Wasn't expecting to see photos there lol but overall slay. |
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Lucki responds to Mya:
Thanx. Kinda miss our old writing projects together, but good to have you home. Enjoy the summer. Luv U 4FR. |
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2024-05-13
T O T A L I T Y ?
"There is no science in this world like physics. Nothing comes close to the precision with which physics
enables you to understand the world around you. It's the laws of physics that allow us to say exactly what
time the sun is going to rise. What time the eclipse is going to begin. What time the eclipse is going to end."
-- Neil deGrasse Tyson
I've seen several partial solar eclipses in person. And I've seen video footage of total eclipses. But I never had a shot at witnessing totality in person. Not until last month. On April 8. In the mid-afternoon. In Indiana or southern Illinois. It was a long shot, but I tried for it anyway. Blast the odds, why not hope? Totality or bust.
This time,
I'm gonna tell you the wacky story of going towards. Next time, I'll tell the story of coming from, 'cuz that had it own weirdities, too.
Even though Number One Son Rey had seen a total eclipse in 2017 in downstate Illinois, he rousted out to take me and a friend to see this year's. When road-tripping, Rey likes to rent a vehicle rather than use his own. And 'cuz we'd be packing equipment like food and chairs, he rented a 7-seater van. That gave me more leeway
and I invited three other friends. Came the morning of the 8th, and off we all six went.
Sounds easy? It wasn't. We passengers agreed to meet up in my building's vestibule between 8:30 and 9:15 AM, where we consulted on timing, seating arrangements, possible routes, etc. Rey was just coming off his 24-hour shift. [ASIDE] Thankfully it'd been a quiet night, Unlike the night before his first day assigned to O'Hare. That AM, he was shown a CTA subway train that in the wee hours had overrun the end-of-track bumper, barreled off the tracks, crashed into and flown up the airport escalator, narrowly missing bystanders at the top, and was still lodged there. See video of the crash happening. [/ASIDE] And he had to make a stop at a med lab on the way. So he expected to arrive at my place no earlier than 9:30 AM. Luckily, all five of us ladies gathered in plenty of time, compiled our research, made decisions, and had actually moved all our stuff back out to the curb, much to his surprise, just as Rey pulled up at 9:20.
Mess left by CTA subway train derailment & crash onto
escalator at O'Hare Airport, March 24, 2014, 2:50 AM
So loading went quickly, with one minor glitch. Usually when riding with Rey, I ride shotgun. Anywhere else in the car, my amaxophobia makes me anxious, nauseous (so no food for me that day until we got back home),
and preternaturally reactive. But this was going to be a long trip, we all agreed Marianne could give Rey the best navigatorial assistance, and I sucked it up and ended up in the middle row. Only problem was, the floor of the van was extremely high, and short li'l ol' me couldn't step in via the side door. But Marianne thought to lay down her bagged chair, and the extra few inches that gave me off the ground made climbing in possible. (Out wasn't easy, either, but at least I didn't need the chair for that.) So we all got seated where we planned and actually pulled away at 9:30 on the dot. Probably saved ourselves a whole 20 minutes. Big whoop in a day-long trip; but hey, you take your omens where you can get 'em, right? For good or ill.
Team Eclipse friends (from left)
Marianne, Ellen, Nancy, & Helena
We wended our way down the 25-mile length of Chicago in fairly good order. Rey had a feel for how to get around the worst of the city traffic that Monday morning. Once we hit the highway south of town, he used the car's GPS system for specific directions and traffic conditions, and
Marianne used her phone to track the path and duration of totality minute by minute and to suggest the best route and destination in that path based on our ongoing progress. (Honestly, their constant and comfortable consultation throughout the trip amazed me.) They decided that going southeastish in Indiana - but avoiding Indianapolis where everydarnbody was converging via plane, train, bus, car and, for all we knew, subterrene* - offered the best chance to arrive somewhere on time, in an open space, and with good viewing conditions. That meant crossing into the Eastern time zone, which was very important to the calculations.
Team Eclipse driver:
Number One Son Rey
All of us in the van knew each other, except Ellen only knew Helena and me. Nevertheless, we comprised a diverse group of totality trekkers: One guy and five gals. Two avid drivers, two sometimes drivers, and two non-drivers (one of whom never even learned how). Three middle-agers and three senior types. Three black people and three white. Three 12-Steppers and three allies. Four Baha'is and two friends of the Faith.
But it didn't take long to name ourselves Team Eclipse and begin to bond. We chatted. We sang. We laughed. We told stories. We shared our hopes (not only for viewing the eclipse), struggles, victories. We said prayers ... during a couple of which, Helena's husband back in Chicago joined us on the phone. We ('cept me) noshed on the plentiful array of fruits and other snacks that Rey had thoughtfully provided. We even held a sort of open 12-Step meeting. And we consulted on routing when Rey and Marianne asked us to. Useful skill to practice, that.
Things went pretty well. We hit a couple of slowdowns as more and more cars came onto the highway ... people like us on the way to the band of totality. Marianne figured out a way to get off the highway, around one big jam, and back on. Rey guesstimated that saved us another 20 minutes. When the same thing happened again, long miles later,
she advised him on employing the same tactic.
Only it didn't work the second time.
Off-highway traffic, miles later, came nearly to a standstill. Doubly frustrating, 'cuz we'd come far enough to look over and see that the highway traffic was now moving faster than us. What no one in the line realized was (a) there was a stop sign at a major intersection way up ahead, just before the next ramp to get back on the highway, (b) the cross traffic with no stop signs was dense and high-speed, and (c) cautious drivers with smaller, slower cars were blocking up the line as they waited for a rare propitious moment to turn, especially left.
After we'd been crawling for about 20 minutes, Rey posited turning around out of the line (as a car or three did in front of and behind us) and go back to where we'd initially exited the highway. We all consulted and decided we didn't want to risk losing more time backtracking, especially if the jam was still occurring back there. So Rey stayed in line (not super happily, but I was proud of his uncomplaining restraint).
We finally got within a couple cars of the intersection. Sure enough, a small car was holding up the line then, afraid to move. The car behind it swerved left, momentarily checked the cross-traffic flow, saw a gap it could accelerate into, and turned left. Ditto Rey. We shot back onto the highway. But we'd pretty much lost all the time we'd saved at the start and during the one highway bypass.
We also lost time to necessary rest and gas stops and occasional minor jams. We handled them as quickly as possible, but the minutes kept ticking away as we chatted, sang, prayed, snacked, and drove through the miles. Rey and Marianne kept in constant consultation, and finally determined that an upcoming routing towards Thornton was our best chance to beat the clock.
Thus, the point came
where a group decision had to be made. Did we want to experience the longest passage time, Rey and Marianne asked, even if it was not quite total? Or did we want to try for totality, no sure thing, even if it meant missing most of the passage. The answer from the four "backseat drivers" was immediate and unanimous: Heck, if we'd wanted to settle for partial, we coulda stayed in Chicago. No, go for totality!
Helena joined the navigation team by pulling up and sometimes announcing a minute-by-minute count-down
to Thornton totality. Marianne kept track of our position in relationship to the totality band. And Rey added a little lead to his foot. Everyone on the starboard side of the van donned our eclipse glasses to start watching the moon-shadow slide. And Rey, who was able to glance up through the tinted windshield at it a few times for the smallest fraction of a second, wished he'd thought to get a van with a sunroof so the portside passengers could watch, too.
Suddenly, Marianne exclaimed, "We're in totality, in the zone."
Helena answered, "We have three minutes and thirty-six seconds
until it happens."
Rey surveyed the roadside. "We can't stop here," he said. "There's a ditch right next to us"
Everyone groaned.
Rey hit the gas again, and maybe a minute later said, "I see a pull-off spot right beyond that overpass."
He was right. There were already cars parked there, but a car-length strip of more-or-less flat, grassy terrain was available just out from under the overpass and no one ahead of us pulling into it. Rey slammed the pedal to the metal, got past the overpass as he braked, swerved onto the grass, rocked to a stop, hit the button to slide open the starboard
door, carefully exited his door as speeding cars continued to swoosh past us seeking their own pull-off points, and came around to help us all debark.
Had we made it? We weren't sure. There was a bit of light still. But since we had to take off our eclipse glasses to debark, and since our windows were tinted, we weren't able to look up and tell absolutely if we were bathed in the last of the light before totality or the first light after. I thought - or at least sincerely hoped - we'd made it, 'cuz even more than totality itself, I wanted to experience the diamond ring.
*As opposed to submarine, 'cuz Indianapolis is the largest city in the US not constructed on a navigable body of water.
CONTINUED IN JUNE
Khoda hafez,
Lucki
Tue, May 14, 2024 at 11:59 PM, Nancy B wrote:
I think that was really fun. I would love to have been there. I would have loved to see it; and even though you were having complications getting there because of traffic and all, you had fun. I'm looking forward to the next entry to know if you actually made it or not. |
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Lucki responds to Nancy B:
Yeah, well, that's a writer's goal, right? Always leave 'em wanting more. Stay tuned. |
Tue, May 21, 2024 at 10: 21 AM, Marianne G wrote:
Two minor explanations. One, in addition to finding the best route on my phone, I also used a different map to track the path of totality and how long it would last in each location. Two, Rey wasn't the one who planned a way of getting off the highway to avoid the two worst jams. I was, both times: right once, wrong once. |
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Lucki responds to Marianne G:
Thanks for clearing up those points, Marianne. I've edited the text. You and Rey worked together so well, it ws a joy to watch. And I'm glad the whole group agreed on things like whether to pull out of that slow line and whether we preferred long partial duration or short totality duration. That's consultation at its best: We were thoughful; we agreed unanimously; and we discovered together, without targeted blame or targeted credit, whether or not we'd made the best decision. |
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2024-04-01
E N D - S T A G E ?
"In a late-capitalist society, the rich get richer, and the poor get poorer...
such is the ever-turning gyre of capitalism." -- David Elias Aviles Espinoza
We are certainly seeing this play out nowadays. As Espinoza further notes, global economic upheavals such as those caused by the COVID-19 pandemic have led to simultaneous expansions and concentrations of wealth. He also notes that many economists today believe increases in wealth inequity endanger our future.
I get that. Understand, I'm not against people striving to acquire wealth. Nor am I saying everyone should have the same/equal level of wealth. After all, while no one should be left bereft of the financial resources to create a decent life for themself and their loved ones, those who contribute more to that decent life for everyone should be valued and paid what they're worth.
[ASIDE] Though let's be honest: Does, say, a tuxedoed Elon Musk partying all night really contribute more to the quality of your mundane, workaday life on a personal basis than do the sweaty uniformed drivers and shotgun riders who roust themselves out at the crack of dawn to come load up and cart away all your garbage, trash, and recyclables? (Have you ever lived through a garbage-collectors strike? Was it fun?) Whom do you think you might willingly - even avidly - pay more to if they just all stopped working (or even started picketing) for three months? 'Cuz I know whom I need the most. [/ASIDE]
No,
I'm saying there should be equity in the acquisition of wealth, which is not the same thing as everyone having an equal amount of it. Everyone should have an equal chance to earn their best living with their labors, talents, skills, and knowledge. That means getting the best education they can aspire to in the safest communities they can aspire to live in. And getting the best jobs they can aspire to within the most supportive society they can aspire to be part of. Do you think that's happening now? (If you do, I'm forced to ask what bubble you are living in.)
I'm also saying there should be sufficient restraint to recognize and accept when enough wealth is enough.
To eschew greedily gathering more and more wealth merely for the sake of becoming wealthier and wealthier ... with no concern about anyone else. Especially the poorest and most vulnerable, being stripped of their limited capital in the process. And to willingly pay a fair share (again, equitable, not merely equal) in, say, the wages and taxes necessary to provide a decent standard of living for everyone in the society.
I want to share a few examples of how I see greed operating to the detriment of people who have little recourse.
1. One is in the supermarket industry. Food is not a luxury, it's a necessity. So, I went to the supermarket three weeks ago to pick up a few staples. Not things that spoil fast, understand, but things vacuum-packed in waxed-paper bags sealed in cardboard boxes so they have a decent shelf life.
Before I tell you what happened there, let me give you a comparison between this megamart and the small local fruit market that sells breads from local small bakeries. Years ago, the favorite fresh bread I get sold for $2.69 a loaf. It stayed that price for, like, almost forever, though admittedly it succumbed once to some shrinkflation. Then the pandemic hit, and soon the price (with no shrinkflation) rose to $3.19 a loaf, an 18.5% increase. And it's stayed that way ever since. I suspect both the small bakery and the small market, understanding the pinch from their own personal experience, had a hand in keeping the price as stable as they could.
Anyway, at the supermarket I bought a box of of my favorite, national-brand crackers. It cost me $3.99. I do lots of soups, and also sometimes use crackers as croutons in salads or as snacks. So a few days later, when I needed to get something else anyway, and knowing I might run out of crackers before I returned, I bought another box. It cost me $4.99, a 25% increase. (Incidentally, the other must-get item had also gone up from $4.99 to $5.99, a 20% increase.) OK, crackers do need wheat, and the invasion against Ukraine has caused our supply of imported wheat to drop, so I understood the need for a price increase, even though it seemed a little steep. Two weeks later, I went back to the supermarket. I passed through the cracker aisle. I saw my favorite crackers. I didn't buy any. I won't be buying any. The price had skyrocketed to $6.99, another 40% increase over the new price. In other words, those crackers went up by 75% from the original price in less than three weeks. No thanks; I can do without. (No wonder everyday people on both sides of the partisan divide are calling for their government to address price gouging in the food industry.)
If a little fruit market and a little bakery can hold the line, that big food company and that big megamart chain certainly can, too. IF they wanted to. But they obviously don't. Instead, they're taking advantage, like many other companies are...and making record profits.
As I said, I don't buy this product any more. I won't until they back down to some reasonable pricing. Are there a few things you'd be willing to forgo to get the message across to your megamart?
2. Another
foody example is a company that makes sure you know how absolutely, positively wonderful all its products are. Interestingly, it's both a consumer and a producer of water. Yep, it bottles and sells water. Pure, untouched water. From Fiji. One of our readers in Fiji gave me a heads-up about what's going on there, which I'll get to in a moment. Another of its products is nuts. Mostly grown in California's Central Valley. A bit of serendipitous research gave me a heads-up about what's going on there, too.
Now, this company touts its charitable activities, funded by the profits it makes. It calls them place-based charities; promising that where it produces is where it gives. Like in California. Where the "family-owned" company owners are known as the "California couple who uses more water than every home in Los Angeles combined". Where it doesn't bother to tell you that its aggressive water consumption for its nut crops has exacerbated the West Coast droughts. or that it has continued to expand its orchards there even while the state's residents have suffered repeated water shortages and the water ecosystem has been irreversibly damaged. [ASIDE] Did you know it takes 50 gallons of water to grow a pound of watermelon, 100 to grow a pound of apples, and 1,900 - yes, you read that right - to grow a pound of nuts?! [/ASIDE]
Also like in Fiji, where the company has soaked up rights to the main-island artesian aquifer to keep water flowing into its bottles - plastic bottles - for export over 5,000 miles away via greenhouse-gas spewing shipments, while it turns a blind eye to the fact that many Fijians themselves can therefore no longer afford clean drinking water. All in all, it takes 1.75 gallons of water to produce just one hand-held bottle of Fijian water. Oh, and let's don't forget that the company may have been complicit in the 2006 Fijian coup d'etat, and certainly continued to do business with the unelected, unethical, and inhumane victors. Meanwhile, the company committed itself to "support" one small town in California, which houses/employs about 35% fewer US citizens than the national average. (Hornswaggled into immigrating 'cuz they think things'll be better for them here than at home?) And within which the demographic and economic stats have been steadily declining. Wow, how "supportive" is that?
I do not buy any known products whatsoever from this company.
Think a boycott might get their attention?
3. Lest you think such greed is limited to foody folk, here's an example from the medical field. Including medical insurance. Medicare has been a boon to seniors since its inception. Services like Obamacare and Medicare (and obviously Medicaid) aren't themselves profit-making. But boy oh boy, where profit might be makeable, there the profiteers will descend like a volt of vultures. And like food, health care is not a luxury. But it's treated like one. So lemme tell you about a very good friend of mine. Who recently fell and fractured her humeral head (the ball at the top of the arm that fits into the shoulder joint) in four places. OUCH! She's on Medicare Advantage. And I gotta admit that Medicare Advantage may indeed be advantageous in health maintenance. But HMO/PPO plans are often rubbish when it comes to catastrophic injuries, diseases, and conditions.
If I'd broken my shoulder, me with my traditional Medicare and decent supplemental insurance, I'd've been taken directly to the ER (by ambulance, if necessary), been examined and diagnosed by a specialist, been admitted to my hospital, received ongoing pain management assistance,
and received a surgical repair probably in a day or three. And wouldn't have expected to pay a cent. [ASIDE] I base that statement mostly on how things went for me when I realized I had what turned out to be a potentially lethal cardiac condition. [/ASIDE] Not so for my friend. She had to go to an immediate care center, received a cursory exam and basic X-ray, was sent home with a sling and heavy-duty acetaminophen, and told to call her doctor. Which she did, went for another more-informational scan, was sent home again with no additional/enhanced pain management, and told to go to the hospital for an EKG and bloodwork. She finally had replacement surgery two weeks after her fall. That's an awful lot of time and travel spent in constant pain that often becomes excruciating before she gets to take another dose of her acetaminophen. That's what happens since health care slid from public service into died-in-the-wool profit-maker.
I'm concern about Medicare Advantage (its main advantage is that it gets to advertise) is slowly driving traditional Medicare out of the market. I'm refusing to fall for their touting small health-maintenance "freebies" at the expense of prompt catastropic care. And I intend to repeatedly write to my electeds about doing something to rein in the profiteering.
You up for doing the same?
4. Here's another instance of public service degrading into profit center. Chief meteorologist emeritus Tom SKilling served Chicago's WGN-TV for over 45 years before his retirement at the end of this past February. He was well known not only in Chicago but nationally for his work, including his dedication to educating people about climate change. His tribute page on the station's website mentions at least a half dozen examples of his advocacy. NONE of which have to do with anything he said about the subject on the air in the 9 PM and 10 PM news.
Now, I admit I didn't catch his weather reports that often. Just sometimes. But with very rare exceptions, I didn't see much difference between what he said in the weathercast and what chief (or any) meteorologists on other channels said. I'm very aware that the words "climate change" (or any variants, like "global warming" or "climate crisis" or "escalating weather extremes") seldom cross their lips. Sometimes they even downplay the effects, like telling us if our weather is warmer or colder than "average" for a given timeframe, without bothering to remind us that as we have more and more warmer days, the "average" also goes up bit by bit from what it used to be. I wonder even how many Chicagoans realized that our average temperature this past winter was several degrees above freezing. Including the warmest February ever on record, with average temps around 40F (over 10F above the previous average) and with a mere monthly total of 1.2" snow. I didn't learn that from any weathercasters; I had to research it on my own.
A good example is tornadoes. Why aren't weathercasters screaming bloody murder about Chicagoland tornadoes as a product of global warming? Chicago used to sit north of Tornado Alley. From 1855 to 2008, Chicagoland had a grand total of 92 "significant" tornadoes, ones with winds over 110 mph and/or at least 1 fatality and/or at least 10 people hurt. 92 in 124 years. Less than one a year. In fact, the highest number of significant tornadoes we ever had in a decade then was 22.
Wanna guess how many tornadoes of all kinds the National Weather Service clocked last year in its Chicago forecast area? In one year? 58! A record-breaker. Which included, for the first time ever, tornadoes in January and February and March. And would you believe that on March 31, we had 22 in one day?!
Of course, every single meteorologist is front and center about making sure we're aware of wind shear, storm height, supercells, tornado watches, tornado warnings, tornado sightings, tornado touchdowns, and safety precautions. They are positively strident about it. As well they should be, But I swear you could count on the fingers of one hand how often they include a clear reference to climate change (and still have enough fingers left over to throw a baseball). In fact, they seldom relate any weather forecasts or reports to climate change. Even though this is not the Chicago I moved to 60 years ago.
Why not? 'Cuz they fear they'd lose viewers. See, like health care, news programs are no longer offered as public service. They're profit centers now, too. And while "if it bleeds, it leads" rules the news segments - for instance, grabbing our attention by putting crimes at the top of the hour, which convinces us that crime is steadily on the increase when, in fact, it's been going down dramatically over the past several years - what rules in the weather segment is apparently "don't rain on our parade" 'cuz the viewers don't wanna be reminded of the truth and, if you feed it to them anyway, they'll just change the channel.
Do I know how to fix this weather report business? All it would take is every meteorologist in every timeslot on every channel agreeing to get honest, all starting on the same day. Do you think that might happen? Because I think it can only happen if we demand it. It's up to us to remind them that we want the truth. I can do that. A letter, an email, a phone call. If enough of us do, they'll get it; if enough of us don't, they won't.
5. Finally, let me share an example of how such greed has resulted in political chaos and division. Chicago recently held it's primary elections. There was also a referendum question on the ballot that even people who don't declare a party were able to vote on. The measure was to modify our real estate property transfer tax, the one-time tax paid when a parcel of real estate transfers from seller to buyer. The modification was to lower the tax rate on properties sold for less than $1 million and raise the rate for properties over $1 million, with the proceeds going to help fund the City's programs that help the unsheltered homeless move into shelters and sheltered homeless transition from temporary to permanent housing.
Sounds like a no-brainer, doesn't it? The wealthiest people with the biggest properties do the most to help the homeless. And in the process, save all of us from having to deal with, say, homeless encampments in our local parks and underpasses. And the rest of us homeowners get a small break, too, which helps us - especially POCs - pass on just a tad more wealth to our progeny. Not millions, you understand, but maybe at least a few hundred or a thousand bucks more. Money most likely to be spent not on frivolous luxuries but on productive things like helping a grandchild to finish school or to start a small business or professional practice. We non-millionaires certainly outnumber the millionaires in Chicago, so it'd be a shoe-in, right?
Wrong. The
measure lost 52% to 48%. In other words, too many non-millionaires voted against their own interests.
Why? Because of a massive TV-ad and mail-brochure campaign that used misdirection and downright lies to convince small (and aspiring) homeowners and small business owners - especially POCs - that their annual property tax rates would go up every year. And renters that they'd no longer be able to afford their rent. Even though the transfer tax would never apply as long as owners held onto their property.
Another favorite deceptive optic was to repeatedly use the words PROPERTY TRANSFER TAX in big bold type with a big swish drawn through the word TRANSFER. I don't have to tell you the campaign was well funded by the most wealthy of homeowners and the least ethical of real estate professionals and the greediest of developers, do I?
Did I vote? Yes. Did I try to educate my neighbors, regardless of their partisanship (or non), about their stake in this? Yes. Our ward actually voted 71% in favor of this measure. Have I given up? No. The vote was close; the proponents can do a lot over time to counteract the deceptive claims of the opponents. And the City can try again, maybe even with an improved plan. What's going on in your community that you need to get out and vote about? 'Cuz since Citizens United perpetrated the idiocy that money is speech, allowing the 1% to shout down everyone else. the only way to counteract that is with enough of the 99% using our votes to speak louder.
Back to Espinoza, who ended with a telling query: "What will come after late capitalism?" Good question, David. And: "In the face of the climate crisis, some are imagining everyday lives no longer guided by overconsumption and environmental degradation," he responded to himself. One can only hope. One can only hope it'll happen soon enough.
OTOH, evolution isn't over. The Creative Force - however you define her, him, or it - is still operating, and will continue to do so. What if we screw it up so royally that we pretty much wipe all "higher" life forms - like, say, vertebrates - off the face of the land and the waters? Well then, I'm definitely rooting for the octopi to be the next race that comes out of the oceans and strives to properly perfect and use art and science, faith and investigation, diversity and unity to achieve what 12-Steppers call "conscious contact with God" and with the world around them. After all, they have a wildly different way of looking at things than we do; so maybe what we got wrong, they'll get it right. Right?
Khoda hafez,
Lucki
P.S. Looking at point 5 above, the same kind of monied interests are now using exactly the same kind of tactics to dynamite another Chicago program to combat both climate change and poverty by mandating that all (and only) new and majorly renovated buildings must be built to use clean and affordable energy sources. Dear reader, when you see that kind of one-sided, negative advertising blitzkrieg against something as vital as keeping our society and/or our planet liveable for everyone, seriously consider and even investigate who's spending all that money and what's in it for them that they'd pour all those millions into it. A little fact checking can go a long way.
Mon, Apr 1, 2024 at 5:26 PM, Nilufar wrote:
Lucki,
Your article about the weather, Medicare, and the property tax vote was so informative and rich to me,
As part of my ODE Services business, I'm willing to create flyers pro gratis to promote these important issues. Just reach out and I'll do it, pending my time and availability!
I'm all about creating our own social media ad campaign to counteract the falsehoods that are too often rampant in our media.
Hugs,
Nilufar |
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Lucki responds to Nilufar:
Thank you so much, Nilufar. And don't forget the retail-food industry. The article fleshed out way beyond my initial expectations. Some things just take off and write themselves, don't they? I'll get back to you offsite (so to speak) about collaborating on info dissemination, adding ODE to our Portals Quilt, maybe organizing some kind of website handshake, and general brainstorming. |
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Tue, Apr 2, 2024 at 7:40 PM, Nilufar wrote:
Yes, yes, and yes! :) |
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Lucki responds to Nilufar:
To add ODE to our Portals Quilt, send me a headshot, your banner/logo, & a short write-up. We'll get to the rest of it offsite. |
Wed Apr 3, 2024 at 12:29 AM, Nancy B wrote:
"Have you ever lived through a garbage-collectors strike?" YES. "Was it fun?" NO! LOL
Wow, that was a long one with the real different examples.
Every time I go to the grocery store, I'm aware the packages are smaller and the prices are bigger. I think my grocery bills have doubled since the pandemic.
A piggy bank to fill with water, ha ha. I didn't know it took 50 gallons for a pound of watermelon or 100 for apples, but 1900 for nuts is astounding. No wonder everyone else there has droughts. I used to buy water in bottles or large plastic jugs because our pipes are very old; but I decided to stop that, and now I have an undersink filter and the water tastes good.
You're right, no one should have to wait that long to take care of an injury that awful painful.
Yes, weather
is getting more extreme with storms and droughts and temperatures slowly rising. We need to be aware and take it more seriously. If the news keeps ignorning it and so people die from it, they'll still lose viewers, but that shouldn't have to happen for them to talk about it now when maybe we can do more about it.
I've seen a lot of those advertising brochures, and am still getting a lot. The rich get richer and the poor get poorer.
There are a few things to fix: "know know" "Do i know" "transf3er" |
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Lucki responds to Nancy B:
Well, Nancy, I'm glad you stuck through reading all of it anyway.
Thanks for catching those typos; I really appreciate it. And you made me notice a fourth one. That was too many even for so long an article. Now they've been corrected. |
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2024-03-01
C L A S S
"Being a class act is more about who you are and what you do
rather than what you own or who you pretend to be." -- Frank Sonnenberg
Two months ago, I posted a complementary article in this blog related to that month's Adding Insult write-up. I noted that doing so was "a very rare occurrence". Well, apparently not all that rare. 'Cuz this entry here was also written in conjunction with a simultaneously posted article in Adding Insult. And once again, I highly recommend that you read that one first. Though they're both fun, call it saving the best for last.
You've probably seen Lily, the spokesgal for the alpha phone company. An often-used character whose ads I've both panned and praised. Lily is portrayed by Milana Vayntrub, and she's really good at it.
You've also likely seen Flo, the
spokesgal for the oh-so-white insurance company. An often-used character some (but not all) of whose ads I've been panning since mid-2014. Twice in a row in 2020 (here and here). And again in 2021 and 2022. Flo is portrayed by Stephanie Courtney, who's also really good at it. This time, though, she impressed me.
By which I mean the actor impressed me, not one of her ads. 'Cuz of one of those serendipitous things I learned on the way to finding something else. See,
according to the 12/29/23 New York Times, "In the summer of 2020, seemingly overnight, one small but vocal corner of the internet fixed its gaze upon Vayntrub and began referring to her by a new name: Mommy Milkers, a reference to her breasts. En masse, people spammed the comment sections of AT&T's social-media posts with lewd declarations and emojis of glasses of milk."
That August, unable to escape the trolls even on her personal social media accounts, Vayntrub said in an Instagram Live video, "Maybe it just has to do with being a person on the internet, or maybe it's specific to being a woman on the internet. But all of these comments — it hurts my feelings." After noting she'd received sexist comments and private messages asking for nude photos, she added, "It's bringing up, like, a lot of feelings of sexual assault. I am just like, you know, walking my dog and getting messages from people who have distorted my pictures to get likes on their accounts. I am not consenting to any of this. I do not want any of this."
Then Vayntrub received an unexpected phone call. From Stephanie Courtney. Who said she hadn't faced the same kind of harassment as Vayntrub but nevertheless wanted to reach out and offer her support. Vayntrub called Courtney a good listener and said that the phone call made her feel "like there were people on my team."
That's a class act. Kudos to Courtney. A commercials actor with compassion. May her tribe increase.
Khoda hafez,
Lucki
Sat, Mar 2, 2024 at 8:50 AM, Hakeem S wrote:
I got it. I see what you meant.
You said in the [announcement] email you were moving. Is your email going to change? |
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Lucki responds to Hakeen S:
Thank you. It seemed a message worth spreading.
No, announcements will still come from the same Gmail account. We got burned when our current (hopefully soon to be not) host, with minimal notice, closed all domain-specific email accounts that people had originally been given gratis but were now unwilling/unable to start paying a third party for. Outlook, no less, which who in their right mind wants to use anyway? So [email protected] and its nine associated accounts just unceremoniously disappeared. The host didn't even wait until still-in-force domain/hosting contracts expired. That's another reason we want to cut them loose. They really are getting a bad reputation in the industry. Understandably so. |
Sat, Mar 2, 2024 at 11:46 PM, Kim B wrote:
Happy to see this [announcement] each month.
Very happy to see anyone showing some class nowadays...so thanks for that Abiding blog.
Hugs |
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Lucki responds to Kim B:
You're quite welcome. Always very happy to see something reportable (and reported) like that. Have an uplifting Fast month, & enjoy your week. |
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Thu, Mar 7 , 2024 at 12:02 AM, Nancy B wrote:
Interesting. Yes, that was a class act. Stuff like that does happen to people and its awful. |
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Lucki responds to Nancy B:
Absolutely. And it's very gracious when someone reaches out in support who never went through the same thing but still empathizes. |
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2024-02-01
D A V I D
[They] paid tribute to David as"generous with his service","a good guy",
"hardworking", and "a gentleman". -- HCA Board Minutes, Jan. 3, 2024
It is with deeply saddened hearts that Earthstar Works shares with you the news that David Howard Luster - a best-of-friends, my family's and this website's techie guru extradinaire, and our condo association's IT technical consultant - died late last year. It was an unexpected shock we weren't even aware of until early this year, just in time to be represented at his burial on January 3rd. My condo association's Board Meeting minutes for that day recorded that the Secretary:
...reported to the Board and to other Owners that David died last week and was buried this morning, at which ceremony she represented the Board as well as the four individual Owners known to be David's clients. Board members and Owners paid tribute to David as "generous with his service", "a good guy", "hardworking", and "a gentleman".
We became close friends since we first met through our mutual love of science fiction on page and screen, sharing many SF conventions - along with Number One Son Rey - starting in the '70s. He was, especially, undeniably integral to my developing a strong relationship with Number Two Son Mead, whom I also first met at a sci-fi con.
David
was one of the founding members of Earthstarworks.com in 2010. He was an absolute wizard at legacy systems, which was vitally important to us. We so appreciated his being our one-man geek squad, always ready to roll up his sleeves in person or remotely, jump right in, dive deep, and hammer at the problem until he found a solution and got our hardware and software to sit up and take notice, straighten up and fly right.
Initially a neighbor within walking distance, David also helped me with things like bulk shopping or getting places where public transit was nonexistent or too complicated. He also served as my caregiver when, as a senior, I suffered some major injuries. In fact, he was so good at doing so that, despite IT being his first love and decades-long career, he also served some others as in-home hospice caregiver. Suffice it to say that he was empathetic to the point of being practically psychic, and he had strange but effective ways of getting things done for people who needed a lot of help.
Perhaps most tellingly, as an occasional dogwalker (helping another client who owned the business) and lifelong adopter/lover of cats (though the pet he left when he passed was a parakeet "inherited" from an end-of-life care recipient...which bird, I'm happy to report, got adopted again by friends whom it knew and is now happy with),
David was also my designated catsitter (my cats loved him, even skittish Angel), coming in twice a day when I was in hospital or gone on long trips. In fact, he was the only person whom Rey and I agreed should have 24/7/365 access to my condo, just in case.
David was also a friend of the Baha'i Faith. He often attended events, large and small. He talked about principles he thought the Faith" really got right" (though he was honest about the one thing in the Scriptures that bothered him and kept him from wanting to be Baha'i). And he became the techie guru and sometime caregiver for several more Baha'is than just me.
Besides all the intangible gifts David gave me, there are also more tangibles than I can remember offhand. I especially treasure artistic gifts like a photo he took inside the dome of the Baha'i House of Worship in Wilmette, a Linda Fairbanks drawing of Paul Darrow as Kerr Avon, a Mike Cole ink print of Keith Hamilton Cobb as Tyr Anasazi (it's a special joy to have such a piece of art depicting someone you actually know, which is why he especially gave it to me), and a small poured-silver sculpt he created of a mushroom.
This past December 28, while at the home where he was starting another stint as home-hospice caregiver (while still, of course, servicing his IT clients), David said he didn't feel well and went to lie down, eschewing his friend's offer to drive him to the ER. Two hours later, when they went to see how he was doing, they found him unresponsive, weren't sure if he was even breathing, and called 911. The responding paramedics found a thready pulse and immediately took him to the hospital. But despite the intensive care given there, he died an hour or two later: a heart attack. As I said, it was a shock to everyone.
When his previous care recipient died earlier last year, she had a Jewish funeral. David was impressed with the service and the minyan that formed for her burial, especially when he learned that none of them even knew her but were simply performing a mitzvah. He talked to the cantor, and casually mentioned
he'd like such a service when he died (even though he hadn't formally practiced his Faith for fifty years). The cantor immediately promised him that. Neither of them knew how soon the promise would need to be honored. And once again, none of the men (except the cantor) forming the minyan knew David, but all were pleased to perform such a mitzvah for him. And were very welcoming to the friends and clients of various Faiths who learned about the burial soon enough to attend. A graveside memorial will be held for him in a year, complete with the cemetery laying a simple headstone and the cantor leading all attendees (who wish to) in saying Kaddish for David.
I hope this "eulogy for a best friend" - as well as Helena's elegy in his memory in HelenArt - gives you some small indication of the void David's passing leaves. To paraphrase (just changing the pronouns from plural to singular) a verse of Scripture, my wish for him. for the progress of his soul in all the dimensions of God's universe, is this: Purify him from trespasses, dispel his sorrows, and change his darkness into light. Cause him to enter the garden of happiness, cleanse him with the most pure water, and grant him to behold Thy splendors on the loftiest mount.
Khoda hafez,
Lucki
Thu, Feb 1, 2024 at 8:14 PM, Kim B wrote:
Condolences on the passing of your dear friend.
And thanks for the laugh.
Hugs
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Lucki responds to Kim B:
Thank you.
And you're welcome. |
Thu, Feb 1, 2024 at 11:58 PM, Nancy B wrote:
Oh yes. David. This is good, Lucki. This is very good. You did good. He was very helpful as my computer person. And he is missed by everyone.
In Helena's elegy, you can really feel the emotion in what she wrote. Her art is beautiful, too. |
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Lucki responds to Nancy B:
Thank you.
I still find myself going to email him something or call him about something (or just to check in) & then I remember: "Oh, yeah. No. *Sigh*"
On the tech front, my grandShoghi is stepping up big-time for now, thank goodness. But being in Quebec, he always has to work remotely. He'll only be able to talk me through hardware stuff, like backups to a physical drive; my fingers will have to do the walking.
Despite Helena's 3 newly posted pix having been done last year but the 2 poems this year, I found it an interesting synchronicity that, the way they were juxtaposed in yesterday's update, the "Messenger of Joy" quote was right next to her "My Friend, the Giving Tree" elegy, & "If Love Were Enough" is by her poem "If Only in My Dreams". Divinely orchestrated reminders, perhaps? That (b) even separation doesn't diminish such love & doing the best we can (& letting go of what we can't) is, in the final analysis, the definition of "enough"? And that (a) death doesn't have to be experienced as an end, but as the living soul leaving behind the coat it wore while here but no longer needs? Solaces for the spirit.
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Mon, Feb 5, 2024 at 9:36 AM, Bri L wrote:
I'm sorry about your friend David you knew so long. Are you all right? |
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Lucki responds to Bri L:
I'm getting there, Bri. Thank you for asking. I'd been worried about an increase in stress I was seeing in him (though I certainly didn't foresee it leading to a heart attack, never mind so soon). Now, though, he's at peace in the arms of God or Mother Earth or however each of us sees it. |
Wed, Feb 7, 2024 at 6:17 PM, Curtis R wrote:
I didn't know him that well but that seems nice what you have written. Death is all around us and it sucks. |
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Lucki responds to Curtis R:
I have to agree that losing a friend like that bites. It's not always easy to accept that death is an integral part of life, at least on this plane of existence. |
Thu, Feb 8, 2024 at 12:45 AM, Mark H wrote:
Excellent obituary, Lucki, may he rest in peace..... |
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Lucki responds to Mark H:
Thank you, Mark. I know how complementary you've been about his work for you, and I appreciate your acceptance of the obit as hitting the right high mark (no pun intended). |
Mon, Apr 1, 2024 at 5:04 PM, Nilufar wrote:
So sorry for your great loss, Lucki!
I believe when souls pass unexpectantly or at a younger age, it's because they fulfilled their purpose in this life to the point where their skills and virtues are needed in the next.
Wishing you comfort and peace in this transitional time.
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Lucki responds to Nilufar:
Thank you, Nilu. You reminded me of one of my top 20 (sort of) Quotes of Note, too: Here is the test to find whether your mission on earth is finished. If you're alive, it isn't. -- Richard Bach |
Mon, Oct 7, 2024 at 2:06 PM, Sharon T wrote:
Wow...that story about David. Gone way too soon.
Sharon
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Lucki responds to Sharon T:
I agree. OTOH, when you've finished your mission, isn't going home what you really want to do next? |
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2024-01-03
I M P R E S S I O N
"[Dr. Williams] said it well. He said usually you can train a wild animal and never tame a wild animal.
Now I tell people that a wild animal is like a loaded gun. It can go off at any time." --Jack Hanna
Nice to be back again. This entry was written in conjunction with a simultaneously posted article in Adding Insult. And that's a very rare occurrence, lemme tell ya. So I recommend you read that one first, as it both inspired and feeds into this one.
Welcome back. When I was a young adult, one summer I met a guy in Ringling's who worked the center ring cage with a trained Siberian tiger. People used to call such performers lion tamers. But no big cat, no matter how well trained, is ever truly tame. Just ask Roy Horn, whose prize tiger, a 5-year-old raised by Roy since it was a cub, badly injured him when he fell during a show. Even if Mantecore was trying to help Roy by dragging him to safety, it didn't do so "tamely". It acted on instinct in an unfamiliar situation. Pretty much par for the course for any species, ain't it?
Anyway, barring some solo "tricks", the heart of this guy's act was pretty simple. He got the cat to jump onto a very tall stool. Then he had a draft horse wearing a thick leather protective pad on its back and neck - sometimes a pad the same dark reddish color as the horse, sometimes a white-and-gray striped pad that mimicked the tiger's coat - walk between the legs of the stool and stop while the trainer coaxed the tiger to step down onto the horse's back. The horse would then circle slowly around the cage to a second stool and the trainer would signal the tiger to jump onto that stool.
As the horse continued plodding, sometimes the trainer had the tiger jump right back down as the horse walked out from under the stool. Other times, he had the horse walk a full circle before the tiger stepped back down on its back. And to be honest, I saw the act enough times to realize that sometimes the full-circle walk happened because the tiger balked at stepping onto the horse's back, and the trainer had the horse go the full circle - as opposed to just backing up (which happened occasionally) - to retrigger the tiger's obedience to the step-down command.
In the years following that summer, I often described that act to family and friends. And they invariably expressed with, depending on their personality, either mild or strong amazement that he'd trained a member of the world's largest extant tiger species. Easily more than a foot longer and over 100 pounds heavier than the Bengals everyone else in Ringling's was working with.
Fair point.
But I told 'em they missed the point. I wasn't that impressed with his training the tiger to do what it did. And didn't. One expects it of a "lion tamer" with a well-fed cat. No, I was impressed with his training the horse to do what it did. And didn't.
I'm sure that when you think about it, you understand why. Convincing a flight-prey animal - one big enough to do a lot of damage if it feels forced into a fight response - to even be in that cage with that tiger without panicking? Never mind let the cat jump down on its back like that? Repeatedly? Day after day? My oh my. That horse willingly trusted its trainer to be the alpha leader of its herd-of-three, dominant to and in total control of the feline member, too. Another case - like that of a fearless bunny among dogs - of credit where credit is due. And kudos.
S'always worth looking at things from different perspectives before deciding what most deserves our being impressed.
Khoda hafez,
Lucki
P.S. PROGRESS REPORT ON HIATUS TASKS
1. Keeping my promise to Rezvanieh to complete Anasazi Anthem:
Progress has definitely not been as fast as I hoped, but it's been more or less steady. The draft manuscript is now one-third completed and online, and the eighth chapter may soon be posted, too.
2. Making several of my books available as e-books:
My grandShoghi, the techie wizard in the family, is willing to help me accomplish this during his gap year between high school and college. I'll keep you updated.
3. Working with Tom Ligon on the fourth novel in his new series:
Tom's progress on the first of the novels has been adversely impacted by a major obstacle over which he has no control. We talked about a way I can help him get past that this year, and I'm all in on the support side.
Sun, Jan 7, 2024 at 11:13 PM, Nancy B wrote:
I do not understand why would people go and put themselves at risk like that. Accidents happen. There have been many stories. They're unpredictable. But the horse, to follow the trainer in spite of its instincts, that's amazing! |
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Lucki responds to Nancy B:
I suppose they like the challenge. The egoboo of doing something most people would never do. Maybe they can even be a bit of an adrenaline junkie.
The other trainer at the circus that summer, the one who worked several big-cat species together, asked me one day, "If I took you into the cage with me, would you be scared if them?"
I thought about that for a moment. 'Cuz, ya know, if you're afraid, you shouldn't be going in there at all ... they can smell the pheromones. Then I answered him that, no, I wouldn't be scared, but I'd sure have a healthy respect for them.
"Right answer," he replied. But he wasn't stupid enough to actually take me into the cage with him. |
Sun, Jan 28, 2024 at 10:39 PM, Kim B wrote:
Welcome back!
I was traveling, and this ended up at the bottom of my inbox. Happy to see it - great point about that well-trained horse!!!
I'm looking forward to February.
Hugs |
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Lucki responds to Kim B:
Thank you.
I hope you enjoyed your travels, and are equally enjoying being back home. And yeah, I got a number of very short "heroic horse" comments. And a couple about the bunny, too, though that just wasn't as impressive to folks ... even though horses can seriously injure a large predator, while bunnies' only defense from canines is flight.
And since I saw your email right after I fed my Angel her morning treat of shelter mix, I was reminded that the trainer only fed his tiger prime steak ... so, I assumed, it wouldn't associate the smell of horse with the food it was accustomed to. I figured that was pretty much par for the course with any circus acts involving big cats, 'cuz there were always plenty of horses in the same troupes. In fact, in the old days, it was the horses who moved the caged cats not only on the circus grounds and into the ring but also from and back to the city-to-city trains. |
Mon, Oct 7, 2024 at 12:58 PM, Sharon T wrote:
I liked the one about the animal trainer. Can you imagine working with both of these beautiful animals for the first time ever??? That man deserves a medal! |
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Lucki responds to Sharon T:
He was something, all right. The act was so simple but, at the time, unique.
I briefly met another trainer that summer, too. He and his various species of big cats worked center ring, and he also worked the right ring as a horse trainer (under essentially the same name, but spelled differently). In our one extensive conversation, he ended by asking me, "If I took you into the cage with my cats, would you be afraid of them?" I only needed to think for a second. "No," I said, "but I'd have a healthy respect for them." He nodded; guess it was the right answer.
(And no, he didn't actually try to take me into the cage. I didn't expect him to. And if he had, I likely would've respected his judgment a lot less than I did the cats.) |
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2023-01-02
H I A T U S
"To everything turn, turn, turn
There is a season turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under Heaven"
--The Byrds
And it's time for me to turn, turn, turn. Turn my efforts to two, or possibly three, major writing projects:
= The first is keeping my promise to my spiritual mother, Rezvanieh, when she insisted that I must complete Anasazi Anthem. As you probably already know, I've published the prolog and four chapters. That leaves eighteen chapters and the epilog to go. I have the complete outline and tons of story notes, along with various supporting material. But all that does not a finished novel make. So I need to binge watch the show again, and then get on the ball with the real writing. I'll let you know as things progress.
= The second major task is responding to people who have asked me about making several of my books - most notably but not limited to Twigs of a Family Tree and (ah yes, another Andromeda-inspired tome) 2*4*7 - available as e-books. That's not as easy as it sounds. It also has to start with research into, for example, how best to Kindle-ize highly formatted material like poetry. I'll also keep you abreast of that progress.
= The third task is more iffy. I don't know whether it will fall (if it falls at all) after the first two tasks or between them. But it's an intriguing project. Tom Ligon has pretty much completed the first in a new series of (he hopes) four novels set in the universe of his two Analog novelettes: "El Dorado" (Nov 2007) and "Payback" (Jul/Aug 2009). As a result of an in-person brainstorming session last year, Tom has invited me to collaborate on the fourth novel if the series sells. That's obviously an offer I can't refuse. Needless to say, I'll brag about progress on that front, too.
All of that means, though, that much as I enjoy writing Abiding Blog (and Adding Insult), it now hasta take a back seat to these projects. So as of tomorrow, it's going on hiatus for part or all of 2023. Aphorisms & Memes, though, will continue to add weekly posters, since all 66 for 2023 were created in 2022 anyway. And I may send you the usual announcements, but quarterly instead of monthly.)
Still, you'll remember that I promised to
write an average of one entry for every month this blog has existed. By the end of 2022, I needed at least 145 articles to keep that progress; so by end of 2023, it would need 157. But this is actually its 199th article, so taking up to a year off still won't mean missing my cumulative goal. If you're fairly new to this blog, that'll give you a lot of past articles to read for fun and info. And if you're a long-time reader, maybe you'll enjoy looking back at some of your favorites over the years, or even discovering one or two that you somehow missed. Just use the ToC in the rightbar to browse through the archives.
May 2023 be a safe, peaceful, productive, and fun year for you and yours. And please wish me luck on all three projects.
Khoda hafez,
Lucki
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