Six months ago, I took this site to a new location, which I call My Word! 2017, but today, I have a change of heart. Yes, there will be overlaps as I uploaded much of the previous content from Observations: Lest I Forget to the “new digs.” But, now, I will populate this “old house” […]
And I share lists. These are in the category of not to be confused:
A Beautiful Mind
A Serious Man
A Rational Man
Man with the Golden Arm
No country for Old Men
All The King’s Men
Life of a King
Any Jason Bourne
Any James Bond
Les Liaisons Dangereuses (but you knew that)
Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore
Alice in Wonderland
So few of us get to enjoy or leave a legacy. Our pasts are an unsung heritage.
We know what our predecessors– our ancestors– have done, but are not beneficiaries of what they have left.
We recall family histories in which our past is prologue, but we do not hold the keys to an estate.
Disruption seems to be a big theme for the millanial generation. Blowing things up, in fact, is part of the notion that change is always a moving forward. Disrupting the supply chain, the way in which we pay for the things that are manufactured, are part of a new economy. This model is supported by current age sages who design driver-less cars, and Bitcoin.
It also takes its place in art, as in the way in which, for instance, Brad Troemel and his cohorts deliver the product of their imagination.
The children who acted out in class were not teacher’s pets, but considered to be disruptive. That was not a good thing.
Don’t get me wrong, I have heard of revolutionizing norms and challenging convention. My generation had radical ideas, in politics and in art, too. We manned the barricades, and marched for justice. Our marching was disruptive, and in some ways changed the way things got done. It was about adjusting the course on which our country was headed.
While we may seek stability rather than disturbance, we recognize that boundaries need to be tested. I guess I have to acknowledge that it is possible that a new generation has found a way to provoke and find a new path.
Clean the house? Go on the internet?
Is there a choice in this cunundrum?
Trapped in a house looking out at an unattractive storm, my choices also include cooking up a pot of veggies (done) and chatting with the hubster (doing).
Now, with several hours of blogging behind me, and some minor cleaning under
In the abstract, life in a wilderness where mild temperatures and lush vegetation prevails seems very satisfying. What could be unpleasant about living in paradise? The notion that I could thrive in a clearing even under blue skies and sunshine is slightly ridiculous.
In reality, my reality at least, there is a strong desire for bustling activity. I prefer to be surrounded by people and bodegas.
Anywhere else, I would feel so isolated. My ideal is not an academic nirvana but a gritty city.
Some of us are happiest surrounded by multitudes.
We are the city dwellers.
That said, no one wants to be alone all the time. Some of us, even those who like crowds, look for moments of quiet.
Solitude can be meditative.
Let’s take the opportunity to enjoy the silence.