06 October 2011

Notes - a struggle of consciousness / Exceptionalism & OWS / the problem / the compromise

         You awoke before dawn. Two thoughts: both follow events yesterday. One, Steve Jobs, who was one of the one percent, said in a public speech at a university a few years ago, “follow your heart” and for years you have struggled with understanding what your heartansoulanmind are about, that is, the humanity in the heartansoulanmind. Two, you have deep sympathy for the Occupy Wall Streeter’s. On NBC film last night a video caught a shot from the higher windows of a financial building (or a building that appeared so) that said, “We are the one percent.” As you write this your thoughts (the mind) become crowded or clouded (you don’t know which) with what your heart is actually saying and you are wondering why your soul has not made itself clear because, for you, in context with what your books and blog are about, it is important that all three, the trinity of what is your humanity, needs to be aligned, in balance, clarified, before you demonstrate your actions in writing.

         Post. – Amorella.

         Amorella, you are, among other things, my inner writer of three books and this blog, but here you are presenting my consciousness which is indeed, unsettled. I have a rebellious heart; I have a strong-willed mind; and presently I have a soul standing aside in patience. Perhaps this is what souls do, perhaps they are built to wait, but there is a jangling within I have not felt since a couple of public and private college protests relating to local issues of social injustice not the war as I had volunteered (Air Force ROTC at Otterbein) but was declared ‘1-Y’ after taking two years of course work and serving on the Drill Team.

         You are concerned at even mentioning these things even though they are facts, and, boy, that is a part of the “jangling” as you would have it. Post as is, now, before the sun rises . – Amorella.


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         Early afternoon. I sit in McD’s on Mason-Montgomery Road with a large diet Coke and a deluxe Angus burger. I received two emails that I discovered relate to my thoughts. Two views that express my dilemma.
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         The first commentary is from The Heritage Foundation:

Steve Jobs, who died yesterday at the too-young age of 56, was a living refutation of all what liberals constantly tell us about our country -- that we're falling behind others and live now in a "post-American world," as one of Barack Obama's favorite books puts it in its title.

As anyone who's ever handled an Apple product or had his life improved by the technological innovations our system has produced in just a decade (that means all of us) will tell you, Jobs and innovators like him epitomize that immeasurable quality the left somehow finds most abject -- American exceptionalism.

The meme of the left is that drudgery and mediocrity is not just our future but probably also our just desserts--for being too imperialistic, consumerist, wasteful, patriarchal, or what have you. (For an inexhaustible list of all our ills and sins, please check with the mob gathered at the "Occupy Wall Street" protest.) One should compare this deadened vision with the wonders Jobs wrought.

Apple Computer, the company Jobs founded at the age of 21 along with his friend Steve Wozniak, was valued at the close of business yesterday at $350 billion and some change, more than $100 billion ahead of Microsoft. General Electric, another American giant, weighed in at less than half the price, $161 billion. Ford, GM and Volkswagen? Respectively, $40 billion, $35 billion and $42 billion. That should give some idea of where we are in the 21st century.

That beauty contest, how much a company is worth, is a result of decisions made by millions of investors voting with people's savings (that is, for most of us, the sweat of our brow and our hedge against an uncertain future). Investors voted for Jobs' company because consumers loved its products, and consumers bought Apple products not because they were ordered to do so by central planners but because they saw them as magic.

From computing to music to journalism, Jobs changed the way the world did its business and leisure. Very little of what we do today has not been impacted somehow by Jobs and his company. He certainly changed my life from my first Apple III with floppy discs almost 30 years ago, costing about $6000 and possessing a small fraction of the capabilities of my streamlined new iPad 2, all at less than 10 percent of the cost of that early dinosaur.

Macs, with their trademark coloring and sleek design, transformed the way people came to see computers, from gizmos only nerds understood or liked to things almost as organic as the partly bitten apples of the ever-present logos. Creative designing and thinking flowed naturally from a Mac, powering the creativity and productivity that have become the hallmark of the American economy, our present problems notwithstanding. In music, Jobs changed the industry by taking it digital.

As for journalism and reading in general, we have now gone back to where we started: the biblical tablet. The elegant slab we take with us wherever we go can do the same for us and take us, no matter where we are, anywhere in the universe our imagination wants to visit.

All this was the result of the happy coincidence of genius in an individual and a system. Jobs was an individual with special DNA, no question. But this half-Arab boy who was given up for adoption at birth and went on to drop out of college was able to transform the lives of individuals across the world because he lived and worked in this country.

The genius of the American system is comprised of the rule of law, respect for private property and the freedom of the individual to strive to be better than himself and his neighbor and reap the rewards that come from his innate abilities and effort. All of these and many other liberties are safeguarded in our Constitution. It is all part of what makes us an exceptional country.

This is not to say that we don't have problems. We are indeed falling behind -- not behind other countries but behind our promise and potential. Our government spends too much, tries to tell us how to run our private lives, and ties down in red tape the genius that brought you Apple. The great and sometimes cacophonous debate we are having in our country at the moment results from the fact that Americans have finally woken up to the threat our system confronts and are doing something about it.

This is not what you hear. Daily we are told by our government leaders, the media, and academia that we are as exceptional only in the way that is every other country on the U.N. roll, from Albania to Zimbabwe, is exceptional. We are told that we have to manage our decline as a power and that the great debate over ideas that we're having is evidence that "our politics is broken." Typically, a columnist from a Manhattan paper has titled his most recent book That Used to Be Us, a line, we're sad to say, that came straight from a speech by Barack Obama.

This is nonsense. Steve Jobs may have given to liberal causes and politicians throughout his life, but his life proved the existence of the American Dream. As anyone who's Googled something in her iPad and then Tweeted about it will tell you, Steve Jobs and those like him symbolize American Exceptionalism every day.

Edwin J. Feulner
President, The Heritage Foundation
From: Morning Bell: Steve Jobs and American Exceptionalism

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         The second is supposedly the first ‘official statement’ from OWS via Huffington Post:

As we gather together in solidarity to express a feeling of mass injustice, we must not lose sight of what brought us together. We write so that all people who feel wronged by the corporate forces of the world can know that we are your allies.

As one people, united, we acknowledge the reality: that the future of the human race requires the cooperation of its members; that our system must protect our rights, and upon corruption of that system, it is up to the individuals to protect their own rights, and those of their neighbors; that a democratic government derives its just power from the people, but corporations do not seek consent to extract wealth from the people and the Earth; and that no true democracy is attainable when the process is determined by economic power. We come to you at a time when corporations, which place profit over people, self-interest over justice, and oppression over equality, run our governments. We have peaceably assembled here, as is our right, to let these facts be known.
They have taken our houses through an illegal foreclosure process, despite not having the original mortgage.
They have taken bailouts from taxpayers with impunity, and continue to give Executives exorbitant bonuses.
They have perpetuated inequality and discrimination in the workplace based on age, the color of one's skin, sex, gender identity and sexual orientation.
They have poisoned the food supply through negligence, and undermined the farming system through monopolization.
They have profited off of the torture, confinement, and cruel treatment of countless nonhuman animals, and actively hide these practices.
They have continuously sought to strip employees of the right to negotiate for better pay and safer working conditions.
They have held students hostage with tens of thousands of dollars of debt on education, which is itself a human right.
They have consistently outsourced labor and used that outsourcing as leverage to cut workers' healthcare and pay.
They have influenced the courts to achieve the same rights as people, with none of the culpability or responsibility.
They have spent millions of dollars on legal teams that look for ways to get them out of contracts in regards to health insurance.
They have sold our privacy as a commodity.
They have used the military and police force to prevent freedom of the press.
They have deliberately declined to recall faulty products endangering lives in pursuit of profit.
They determine economic policy, despite the catastrophic failures their policies have produced and continue to produce.
They have donated large sums of money to politicians supposed to be regulating them.
They continue to block alternate forms of energy to keep us dependent on oil.
They continue to block generic forms of medicine that could save people's lives in order to protect investments that have already turned a substantive profit.
They have purposely covered up oil spills, accidents, faulty bookkeeping, and inactive ingredients in pursuit of profit.
They purposefully keep people misinformed and fearful through their control of the media.
They have accepted private contracts to murder prisoners even when presented with serious doubts about their guilt.
They have perpetuated colonialism at home and abroad.
They have participated in the torture and murder of innocent civilians overseas.
They continue to create weapons of mass destruction in order to receive government contracts.*
To the people of the world,
We, the New York City General Assembly occupying Wall Street in Liberty Square, urge you to assert your power.
Exercise your right to peaceably assemble; occupy public space; create a process to address the problems we face, and generate solutions accessible to everyone.
To all communities that take action and form groups in the spirit of direct democracy, we offer support, documentation, and all of the resources at our disposal.
Join us and make your voices heard!

From: Huffington Post: Keith Olbermann: Occupy Wall Street Confusing ‘Corrupt’ and ‘Dense’ Media

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         The problem for me anyway, is that I see a ‘truth’ in both statements yet our country seems to wish to divide itself as always. We have had this trait since the philosophical difference of Puritan New England and the southern country folks in the Virginia colony. We are built as a tree trunk that splits into to main branches not too far from the ground. The tree grows and grows along with those two parallel main trunks. Eventually, it would seem this is unhealthy for the tree and that early split and near equal growth will have caught up with it.  I don’t know what can be done, if anything. This is a sad event when thinking on the classical Latin inscriptions on the Great Seal of the United States – on the obverse the Great Seal of the United States states: “E Pluribus Unum” [Out of many, one]; and on the reverse: “Annuit coeptis” [He Approves the Undertaking], (above) and “Novus Ordo Seclorum” [New Order of the Ages], below. [Translations via Wikipedia, my caps]




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         You are home, as is Carol. The above is your mental consideration alone. The examples you chose work from my inner perspective but you are removing yourself here from the basic purpose of the books and blog which are not about political issues per se. Once you have made a decision relative to this internal conflict we will move on putting your decision to work within the books and blog. First, however, for consistency you have to follow the framework of balancing heart and mind and soul. In this context your present soul needs to speak to your problem between heart and mind. Post. – Amorella. 





         The basic source of the problem between your heart and mind comes down to whether the common good of the species is more important than the common good of the individual. Your mind, believe it or not is for the species while your heart is for the individual.

         This is a surprise. I would have thought it would be the other way around. I know I am a romantic at heart but I would have thought in this case I would feel that ‘social justice’ would be a heart issue too. A romantic (as I see it) is for social equality and social justice as well as for the individual rights.

         For you, reason is attached to social justice because of the personal influence of Sophocles through his play, Antigone. Greek principles of justice in play with people and gods are seen as a driving force in the work as well as in his first two plays of the trilogy, Oedipus Rex and Oedipus at Colonus.

         Yes, I taught Antigone for decades in world literature classes. We hit most all aspects of the moral dilemma in those classes. For me, your points are reasonable though I had not thought about them consciously. I like this. I like the ability to take myself apart, and for me, even if Amorella is imagination and this ‘debate’ is no more than a rationalization, it feels reasonable and right. Now, how do I resolve this? Or, is it time for my (present?) soul to enter its perspective?

         In here, in these books and blog, souls can intermingle or exchange themselves from time to time. Different rules exist for the old ones. – Amorella.

         I can accept this within fiction, in real life I have my doubts, but, as always, openness to the possibility exists. To say it is impossible for such a thing as the exchanging of souls would be an utmost arrogant statement since there is no way for the Living to know one way or another. Besides, I have used the concept in the books and poetry. In matters of love between friends and (would be) lovers I would say the concept is real enough.

         We both know where your authenticity is coming from boy, and we have the same understanding on the subject. – Amorella.

         I possess a soul but it is not mine, I do not own it. That’s my thinking. – rho

         That will do in context. Your heart and mind are yours; your soul is a protector of both and can thus create a compromise in this particular case. – Amorella.

         Nothing is coming forth to my fingertips.

         Later tonight, boy. Relax. It is time for the local and national news.  Post. – Amorella.  


         You had the last of Alta’s wonderful soup for supper then watched both NBC and CBS national news. Followed this by two copied shows and about half of Monday’s ‘Prohibition’ on PBS.

         It is getting late, I don’t know whether I’m up to finishing this inner debate tonight.

         Bear with me, boy, for a few minutes. I want this taken care of so we can move on. – Amorella.

         Okay, I guess. I seem all used up. My mind appears to be used up, and heart non-existent.

         That’s because the problem is resolved. – Amorella.

         How is that?

         Independence won out. Independence for all, even the one percent.

         No way.

         Here’s how it was resolved. Individual rights are stronger than social morals. You resolved this semi-consciously while watching ‘Prohibition’ Part II.

         It doesn’t seem right that individual rights win out.

         Why? A mother has a baby and even before the umbilical cord is cut the baby is a declared legal individual of the state. The state however is not responsible for the care and feeding, the individual mother and father are responsible. The state is responsible to see that the legal responsibility is held to the parent(s) or legal guardian(s). Adult citizens are responsible for themselves alone unless they sign a legal contract to be responsible for someone else or a shared responsibility as in a family unit. The fewer laws the better. The less money collected in local, state and federal tax the better. Children, however, must be legally cared for up to the age of eighteen.

         No responsibility to the species?

         The species is built to take care of itself. As long as babies are born and reach the age adolescence the species will survive. People will do what they have to do to survive. The world is not dreamland, boy. – Amorella.

         This seems pretty harsh, Amorella.

         The soul protects the individual heartanmind. That’s the way it plays in here, even unto physical death.

         Where is the humanity in this?

         It’s locked up in the soul. It is protected.

         This sounds like hell on earth to me.

         The individual with herorhis rights is free to create it. Nothing new under the sun here, boy. You want your freedom you have to pay for it one way or another. Everyone pays the Piper, boy, even you. -  Amorella.

         Where’s the civilization?

         Locked and loaded. -  Amorella.

         I’ll be damned. You make sense.

         There you go, boy. You are free to write whatever you want. – Amorella.

         I don’t want to be that free, Amorella.

         Then you’re soul’s not locked. Neither your heart nor mind desires to be locked. Once the soul is cracked there is room for new growth. That’s how it is.

         I’ll take the chance on growth.

         Heartanmind will find a way. It is the soul that has been compromised. – Amorella.

         Amazing.

         Post. Get a good night’s sleep. – Amorella. 

05 October 2011

Notes - sometimes brainless / Rest in Peace, Steve Jobs

         You spent two hours at Beacon Orthopedics and have to pick up some meds, physical training to set up and an injection in the second lumbar region.

         Late lunch at Olive Garden, you both had salad and lasagna. Presently mid-afternoon and you are at Kroger on Tylersville picking up a steroid pack for your lower back.

         Lots of sunshine, another really warm and pleasant day with the trees coloring daily, a good mix of cool nights, warm days and lots of rain recently. Tomorrow we are heading down our yearly Fall trip along the Ohio River (heading east) past the locks and President Grant’s birthplace out to Ripley and beyond.

         More errands. Carol just left the car at Pine Hill for her walk. You being tired out from those test exercises in the doctor’s office politely declined.

         Dr. Ian Rodway and his personal assistant, Julie Homan, both whom I had in class at Mason, as well as Julie’s husband, Jeff. I saw Dr. Tim Kremchek, my former student from Indian Hill, from a distance but he was quickly gone before I could go down and say hello. Anyway, this is Dr. Rodway’s diagnosis:  Lumbar Spinal Stenosis: neurogenic claudication: radiculopathy. Treatment: physical therapy; epidural steroid injections. Surgery: liminectomy.

         The one good thing about the diagnosis is Ian said my legs should hurt when I walk which they do so the pain is not psychosomatic. He did ask if I ever walk differently than I do and I said sometimes I have shuffled like my cousin and Ian said he (cousin David) must have Parkinson’s which he does. Strange question and it bothers me a little in that my fingers twitch and/or slightly shake from time to time, as do my legs and feet. When I had my brain scan a couple of years ago the neurologist said I have occipital neuralgia, not quite what my Grandfather O. had (Tic dauloureux/Trigeminal Neuralgia – considered one of the most horrific pains known to medicine). The poor man suffered terribly until they cut the nerve and he no longer had feeling in at least half his face.  

         Local news has been on for a while and you are just getting home for the first time today, where you can sit down and relax.

         After going over all this physical stuff I actually don’t feel so bad. I have no real complaints as most of this can be taken care of with a hot bath. No surgery for me, unless it is warranted, which it isn’t. I will try the physical therapy, take the meds, and do this epidural injection once. Otherwise I plan to let it go until I am in some really intense and consistent pain, which I am not. In fact, all this for the little pain I have once in a while is somewhat embarrassing. Growing up, when having pain, you were supposed to suck it up, that’s the way I remember it.

         Boy, sometimes you have a mind while other times you don’t have a brain in your head, figuratively speaking. No wonder Carol has such a time putting up with you. Post. – Amorella.


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        Thank you Steve Jobs for allowing me to write on your most wonderful computers from the Apple II on through my MacBook Air. You will be sorely missed. 

04 October 2011

Notes - a sample of humanity energized /


         Up, played with the cat, chores, breakfast and the paper. Another sunny autumn day. Carol is cleaning pieces of silverware and Jadah is checking on what’s outside the living room window. Even a lone falling leaf charges her hunting instincts. You two love your cat.

         Very early afternoon and you are sitting at the Social Security Office off State Route 4 Bypass and Princeton Road waiting for Carol to see about an appointment today, otherwise she has one on the sixteenth.

         You had more errands then home for a long nap while Carol raked the yard and watered the new grass. Supper, left over Alta’s Arizona soup, a couple of earlier in the week TV shows and it’s after twenty-one hundred hours. Don’t forget to put up the windows on the car and lock it, old man. – Amorella.

         Carol took care of it.

         You answered some personal correspondence then checked out the Occupy Wall Street website. You want to include this because you are surprised at its growth in the last month. You have begun to hope that another ‘side’ in the United States to also rise up and speak which you are, at present, certainly free to do. Here it is:

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Posted Oct. 4, 2011, 8:36 p.m. EST
On October 05, 2011, at 3:00 in the afternoon the residents of Liberty Square will gather to join their union brothers and sisters in solidarity and march. At 4:30 in the afternoon the 99% will march in solidarity with #occupywallstreet from Foley Square to the Financial District, where their pensions have disappeared to, where their health has disappeared to. Together we will protest this great injustice. We stand in solidarity with the honest workers of:
                AFL-CIO (AFSCME)
                United NY
                Strong Economy for All Coalition
                Working Families Party
                TWU Local 100
                SEIU 1199
                CWA 1109
                RWDSU
                Communications Workers of America
                CWA Local 1180
                United Auto Workers
                United Federation of Teachers
                Professional Staff Congress - CUNY
                National Nurses United
                Writers Guild East
And:
                VOCAL-NY
                Community Voices Heard
                Alliance for Quality Education
                New York Communities for Change
                Coalition for the Homeless
                Neighborhood Economic Development Advocacy Project (NEDAP)
                The Job Party
                NYC Coalition for Educational Justice
                The Mirabal Sisters Cultural and Community Center
                The New Deal for New York Campaign
                National People's Action
                ALIGN
                Human Services Council
                Labor-Religion Coalition of New York State
                Citizen Action of NY
                MoveOn.org
                Common Cause NY
                New Bottom Line
                350.org
                Tenants & Neighbors
                Democracy for NYC
                Resource Generation
                Tenants PAC
                Teachers Unite
Together we will voice our belief that the American dream will live again, that the American way is to help one another succeed. Our voice, our values, will be heard.
Please note: The location of the march has been changed from City Hall to Foley Square.

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         I find this ‘energy’ amazing. I am sure the Tea Party people feel the same energy within themselves. Humanity in dialogue. I would hope we as a species survive for thousands of more years. I hope we become more peaceful and tolerant and more equitable and just to ourselves, homo sapiens.

         That is the reason I allow this included, boy, your intentions are heart-spoken. Post. – Amorella.


 

03 October 2011

Notes - economics coming home to roost /

         Nearing noon. Earlier when reading the Cincinnati Enquirer you noted that on the bottom of the front page no less, the first article on the Wall Street demonstration. It half made your day, as you are also sympathetic towards their cause. You are working on re-organizing your medical files into new categories in case the statements are needed in the future. And, today, you get your new tree. Scott called and said the ‘plates’ have been ordered and if ready he will install the toilets this Thursday or Friday. Wednesday you have your appointment with the spine specialist.
         You are sounding like a secretary, Amorella. I do need to keep the week in some sort of order though. I can’t for the life of me figure out how we did all this stuff when we were both working. Well, of course, Carol did it, but I don’t know how.

         This afternoon the tree was planted and we moved the grass they took out and dirt to the northwest side where the grass has not been growing. No sense in wasting the material and now that the trees are trimmed and the one was cut down earlier there just might be enough sun. If not, then back to the moss that was already growing there. I don’t mind it as it is green and fits with the rocks and trees and grass. It’s the natural cover back there anyway.  

         Late afternoon. Late lunch (split a sub) at Penn Station, a usual spot this year, a couple errands and two kid’s cups at Graeter’s. Again, a usual spot. I bought a multi-file for medical records. It will be nice to have it better organized. Plus, Carol picks up Medicare Part B in January for the first time and we both go to a new State Teachers’ Retirement System supplement for Medicare Part A through Aetna in January, a fairer plan then the Medical Mutual we have now. As Ohio teachers neither of us qualified for Part A or Social Security. We had no option as teachers which is fine. We chose to teach in Ohio not because we would make a lot of money but because of the pension system which we paid into as well as the boards of education. We paid in at least twice as much to the pension along the way as people paid into their social security. We never got a bonus, summers and holidays and breaks were not paid days. No complaints but I get pissed about how people complain that teachers have it too good. Damn Ohio politics. Social services should be a part of the state and federal governments. That’s my thought.

         You have made yourself angry along the lines of your last paragraph, partly because you feel you have to justify your pension as you are sharing this. You don’t. What you say is true, and a lot of people who could have taught and been good teachers, chose not to do so for a variety of reasons. Every so often economic systems historically come home to roost. Marx had a point. – Amorella.

         People will think you are a socialist, Amorella, or worse, a communist.

         I am who I am, boy. To try to protect me is arrogant; to try to protect yourself is human.

02 October 2011

Notes - thoughts on Occupy Wall Street & the Tea Partiers / M-W: newspeak / live as such

        Last night while in bed you were checking on the Wall Street demonstrations because you know someone involved. Nothing was in the Sunday Enquirer even though similar small demonstrations had also begun in Portland, Maine and elsewhere. In the Sunday supplement Ken Burns has an article on his new PBS series, “Prohibition”.  Burns suggests that these times in the United States are like those then, with absolutes ruling the political day. You were for prohibition or you were against it. You are for small no debt government or you are against it. No middle ground. And, you add abortion as another for or against, no middle ground.

         In the near conclusion of Burns’ USA Weekend, “Is it the end of civility (again)” he states:

         “. . . You start to realize that part of the business of America is messy. Democracy is messy. But it’s better than anything else. Sure, it might be nice if everything ran on time and there was no gum on the subways and no graffiti anywhere, but are we willing to accept the level of despotism it would take to achieve such control?

         ‘Liberty is never being too sure that you’re right,’ said Judge Learned Hand, a leading figure of the Prohibition-era judiciary. I think that when you have a sense of absolute certainty, you are in big trouble. And if you pass laws from a sense of absolute certainty, we are all in big trouble.” (p. 7)

         The above reminds me of our contemporary Tea-Partiers, and now we have another grass roots group emerging from New York City. This is what their website, which can be easily googled by printing “Occupy Wall Street”, has to say:

“Occupy Wall Street is leaderless resistance movement with people of many colors, genders and political persuasions. The one thing we all have in common is that We Are The 99% that will no longer tolerate the greed and corruption of the 1%. We are using the revolutionary Arab Spring tactic to achieve our ends and encourage the use of nonviolence to maximize the safety of all participants.”
         I am surprised to see the group is already on Wikipedia. For those interested in viewing its beginnings and background. Well, I am certainly not part of the one percent nor I am a part of the top ten percent. We have a good life but we honestly earned and responsibly saved and invested much of it through a combined sixty-nine years of public service. My empathy leans more towards the OWS than the Tea-Partiers but to each their own. It’s still a free country.

         You are bothered by these political divisions in that you, with your dark humored attitude assume things might get worse to the point that the country divides itself literally into two political countries. – Amorella.

         Yes. I would not be happy about that, but I don’t know what else we might do, that’s the depressing part.

         It’s back to your not having any control. Just like the reason you took ‘flying lessons’ on a CD so when you were in a plane you felt you could at least attempt to land a plane if no one else could. – Amorella.

         That’s true, Amorella. This is who I am. At least in dark humor I can keep my own voice to the last. Obviously it is a defense mechanism. I’m sure it plays a huge background part in the writings and blog too for that matter. I keep my voice.

         I am reminded here of the old adage: “There is more than one way to skin a cat.” – Amorella.

         Hey, I’m pretty much skinned, Amorella, down to bare bones, that’s the way I see it.

         Post while you see yourself so skinnied up. – Amorella.


        You hesitate on your headline but that is what this is about. Be honest, boy. - Amorella.



        Boy, the M-W word of the day is an apt one for these times.

The M-W Word of the Day for October 2 is:

newspeak   \NOO-speek\   noun, often capitalized: propagandistic language marked by euphemism, circumlocution, and the inversion of customary meanings : double-talk

Examples:

"With all the twists and turns of newspeak, it's virtually impossible to figure out exactly what any candidate stands for anymore," complained Brian.

"The cramped media room at Emerald Gardens was packed with sweaty print and radio reporters and half-a-dozen network cameras as Freddie Hutt offered up a tutorial in the language of sports management newspeak -- a language that made it seem as if the St. Pats had no responsibility in starting the bench-clearing brawl but had been innocent bystanders." -- From Michael McKinley's 2011 novel The Penalty Killing

Did you know?

The term "newspeak" was coined by George Orwell in his 1949 anti-utopian novel 1984. In Orwell's fictional totalitarian state, Newspeak was a language favored by the minions of Big Brother and, in Orwell's words, "designed to diminish the range of thought." Newspeak was characterized by the elimination or alteration of certain words, the substitution of one word for another, the interchangeability of parts of speech, and the creation of words for political purposes. The word has caught on in general use to refer to confusing or deceptive bureaucratic jargon.

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         You are up in the bedroom and it is after twenty-one hundred hours. Worked in the back yard refurbishing the ground around last year’s new red maple tree was planted. A new crab apple is being planted tomorrow in the southwest side yard. – Moved downstairs as Carol moved up to watch one of her shows while two others are being copied.

         Working outside in the fairly clear cool sunny sky was refreshing. Cleaned up and ordered our favorite large specialty pizza from Papa John for supper with enough leftovers for lunch or supper tomorrow. It is by far our all time most delicious and economical take out meal. – Andy Rooney had his last regular broadcast on Sixty Minutes tonight. Daughter Kim and I went to see him talk at spring graduation at Miami University in 2002, a year after she graduated from Miami. We had a good time.

         You suddenly stopped because you have nothing else to say. – Amorella.

         Andy made a living writing for over fifty years. He is ninety-two and he doesn’t like the fact that he is going to die. He didn’t really grumble about growing older but his body is well-weathered by living on this planet all those years. I think he just doesn’t want to talk about it because it won’t do any good to do so. He’s a wise man in that way.

         I wonder, if I was not spending time on this blog each day would I be working on book five by now?

         No. This is because you want an authenticity in a fictional work that takes place long ago among the Dead. The authenticity, for the most part, has to come from your heartansoul in their time. Readiness is all, so the saying goes; your mind has to be ready to receive such a story. The works are framed with your telling an imaginary Angel such a fiction which when you think about it takes a tremendous amount of audacity, boy. If you were a believer you could conjure up a real enough Angel I suppose, a believable one, at least to yourself, but your agnostic framework cannot call such a one forward because you love science and physics and particularly quantum mechanics to displace belief.

         For this I have good reason.

         I do not deny it, if you did not, your work would not be seen as authentic by my perspective. – Amorella.

         I wish to change the above to: “For this I have good (perhaps imaginary) reason.” But I cannot bring myself to do it.

         This is because in this context, “perhaps imaginary” is a rationalization, boy. And, you hesitate because you know this internally.

         It may all be imagination, Amorella. I do not know what is true within the subjective part of my mind.

         You’re an agnostic, old man. Live as such and don’t toy with it. Post. – Amorella.
 

01 October 2011

Notes - existing within / truth with irony attached / intro to scene 3

         Saturday afternoon. Outside it feels like late autumn. You are sitting in your favorite chair in the living room the cat is asleep in the oriental styled chair to your right (next to the window) and Carol is sitting on the floor below the front window next to the heating duct playing one of her iPad number or word games. You had jacked the heat up to seventy-five degrees for a few minutes as at seventy it felt cold inside. Outside it is fifty-six but a few hours ago it was forty-four.

         It feels cozy like we are sitting by the fireplace with a fire, something we rarely do these days; it has probably been ten years since we had a fire. It is warming up. I’ll have to get out socks and slippers if this keeps up, back to wearing long pants and a sweatshirt already.

         Today begins a new document file for the next three months as I divide the yearly notes by the season. I had 95052 words in the notes from July through September. Not all mine of course, a lot of backup feed from Wikipedia. Carol pulled a blanket from the back of the couch, then a couch pillow and has curled up by the heating duct and appears to be about to take a nap. Very unusual except in winter. Jadah is sitting up cleaning herself, pausing to check Carol out. – What a lazy and bleak afternoon this is. If I hadn’t just climbed off the floor from a nap a half hour ago I’d go back to sleep myself. – I knew it, a ‘chirp’ from the cat as she drops down to the floor to rest by her best and favorite human companion. Besides, she is cozying up next to the heating duct herself. Such a practical cat. I don’t think it is quite as cold as either of their actions show, but then I’ve got built in extra layers for this sort of climate. Seems like the conditions warrant me to dig up a book for reading rather than writing but I am not fancying any one of them at the moment.

         So, slowly moves your Saturday afternoon. Post, then just take in the moment, old man. Sometimes you come up with a bark or two, but mostly you are harmless, that’s my perspective. Too much humanity in the room for the likes of me. – Amorella.

         What does that mean? I thought you supported human interaction.

         I do, boy, but human beings, the lucky ones, live in a comfortable home like you do. I presently exist within, boy. – Amorella.


          Later, you are sitting in your driveway waiting on Carol to change her dark shirt as it has cat hair all over it. We love our cat and are happy she is short haired rather than long.  – Ran an errand and now are at Kroger’s on Tylersville. Creatures of habit.


          Carol is making Alta’s excellent soup for dinner and we need a couple of things. Well worth the drive over as it is a good day for soup, no question about it. People are always interesting to watch, going in and coming out. Almost always when sitting I hear and see the helicopter landing or taking off from the two year old West Chester hospital north and across from Tylersville and Cox Roads, a north campus the well known University Hospital in downtown Cincinnati, one of the first if not the first hospital west of the Blue Ridge Mountains if I remember right – maybe the University of Cincinnati was the first medical school west of the mountains, instead. I need to get back to Ezekiel.

         Drop the “something I am more sure about,” after Ezekiel.

         I am more in control of the imagination and the writing and the reason than I am of the real world.

         That’s a telling sentence. – Amorella.

         It’s the truth with irony attached of course.

         Much later still, but post anyway. – Amorella.


         Almost time for bed and you have done some preliminary work on scene three, a draft of the introduction – that’s how you see it. Drop it in here, then post. It shows you have some evidence of work. – Amorella.

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Scene 3

         Alone, Ezekiel stared across the River Jordan thinking about how, when he died, he believed he would cross into a heavenly Israel; his idealized sense of a perfect Jewish Israel within the settlement of Angels and YHWH. Though it does not appear so, this River has more than two sides. I crossed on to be here in Sheol, the Place of the Dead before the final resurrection. I cross the River a second time and I . . . .

         Ezekiel’ s mind fell into his soul and his heart followed directly to what he believed was a Never-Been-Born domain. Seven flat houses appear before my dead eyes and they rise in layers of fog or cloud above the River as I float in Never-Been. Archangel Gabriel raises the roof of the first house and the other five rise like a staircase each a house and a step up with a golden Angel waving a wand of light on the roof until the Holiest House, the Seventh, raises the last House, the House of Seraphim Walls create the a final Step, the Throne of Glory that cannot be seen for the shining golden angelic light. I stand on this mysterious shore of Sheol in a vision not made on living Earth. I cannot see but I am not blind to the other side of this great River. Ezekiel stared down and felt his bare feet on solid ground. He thought, ‘I am still on the shore of Sheol but my heart feels it has crossed over. I do not know what is the truth of this moment and my mind, as little as it has become, cannot confirm or deny who or what I am. . . .’

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          I have already begun to revise this scene as this is not what I copied from my notes only moments ago. I am here, sitting in the living room chair. Carol and the cat have recently gone up to bed. I will soon follow. The real world, the here and now of myself, sits and is about to go up to bed in Mason, Ohio, not a stone’s throw from the little Muddy Creek, one of the few streams in this part of the world that flows north to the Little Miami before it continues south to the great Ohio River, that’s the reality. Tomorrow morning it will be time, Lord willing, for me to climb out of bed, to get breakfast, and to read the Sunday paper.


          For you, orndorff, Fate appears to be habit forming. Enjoy your sleep. - Amorella.