Monthly Archives: July 2019

Freedom Writers

Several days ago, I watched substantial portions of this little-known movie on Bounce.  In fairness, I did not watch the whole, and background noise in the room drowned out much of the dialogue.

I was unable to suspend disbelief.

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Are pretty women dumb?

Bookmarks:
Are pretty women dumb?Ancient Coins Found Buried in British CaveDependent houseguest

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Podcast?

Some people have urged me to start a podcast; in particular, one fellow showed me an app the other day such that there is now no practical obstacle to my doing this at once.

Would people be interested in this?  Please comment!

I envision doing one five-minute segment every two weeks.

Saturday posts may be limited for a while; I’m working on the book.  “Oldies but goodies” Thursday posts will continue.

Let me know your thoughts!

“Francis” and the phonograph

Today is my youngest brother’s 65th birthday, and a good occasion for me to pay tribute to him as an inspiration and role model.

He’s six years my senior.  We have two other brothers, one 7½ and one 9 years my senior.

Let’s see if I can compose this before my Net access runs out for today, 45 minutes from now.

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Andy Kessler: Guilty as charged

I participate on a certain online discussion board. My premiere antagonist is a man who got trounced by a playground bully in fifth grade. He never fails to seek to re-enact that battle with me (or any of certain others), hoping for a different outcome this time. He casts his opponent by turns as the bully he wants to be or the chump he fears he was; and interacts with those projections. It has nothing to do with me. He might as well be playing with his G.I. Joe dolls.

Andy Kessler’s 07/08/13 Wall Street Journal op-ed, “Summer Jobs for the Guilty Generation,” is little different. In his quotations of others’ expressions, I hear compassion; he hears guilt. I hear gratitude; he hears guilt. I hear hope; he hears guilt. What’s up with this?

Kessler projects his own guilt feelings onto his son’s generation. That’s easier than owning them, but solves nothing.
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Contrary vibes

Sunday, May 26, I arrived at church after the sermon.  We had a guest preacher; she’s been here before, but I missed that sermon, too.  Her bio, printed in the bulletin, says, “Her work focuses on dismantling white supremacy.”  Those words trigger me.  But in fact I don’t know what they mean — TO HER.  I know what they mean to certain other people, but I don’t know what they mean TO HER.  I have never heard her speak on the subject.  I am in no position to judge — or prejudge.

Related:  Deal with exactly what the person says.
Related:  Don’t presume to be a mind reader.

What to do with my triggeredness?  At BK after church, I prayed for her health, happiness and prosperity; that she would succeed at every task to which she puts her hand.  I did not pray that she change her mind — about anything.  In my view, such prayers have no positive effect, and would only perpetuate the darkness I want to change to light.

Monday morning, May 27, I was in Starbucks.  The table where I sit faces the door.  In came a man pushing a woman in a wheelchair.  I know this man; he’s thoroughly demented, but you’d never know that without talking with him.  He makes money selling these toy balloons that he twists into animal shapes.  He’s really good at it.  As to the woman, I perceived that she strove diligently for many years to get into that wheelchair.  She’s dedicated her life to becoming helpless.

In seeking my own upward mobility, I am again at the stage where I’m tempted to look down on people whose lives are headed in the opposite direction.  It’s as if the vibes they emanate are dissonant to my own.  In the end, I need to accept them as they are; to live and let live.  I’m not at that point yet.

Related: Coming abstractions

I had to find some way to sublimate my anger.  At this writing, I don’t recall exactly what I did.  It may have been as simple as to visualize them surrounded by a brilliant cloud of light, feeding my energies into that cloud, loving them as they are.

Obama and race: why Eric Holder’s words stirred such anger

Bookmarks:
The William Tell Show in the newsBody of girl, 3, found buried in Arizona backyard
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