Despite the turmoil we all felt and experienced, the sixties were a time of hope. For many of us, they were a chance to bring the America we loved to its full potential.
Social justice was a goal within reach. Equality and righted wrongs were an ideal to which we could aspire.
The sixties were an opportunity to be our best. Or at least better.
What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?
Don’t want any tattoo. I would put it nowhere on my body.
I understand that this is not a popular view. In the past 20 to 30 years, the tattoo has become a mainstream decoration.
Once upon a time, wearing one signaled you had been on leave from your ship in a foreign port.
Nowadays, tattoos are as common as if we had all been in the signal corps.
The college I attended eons ago had an enviable geography department. I wish I had known about the scope of its teaching as an undergrad.
I think I would have enjoyed a career in city planning. Maybe.
At any rate, this world-class program celebrates its centenary this year. The actual anniversary was postponed from 2021. Cent anni!
What is one word that describes you?
this blog… The Best.
I am, as are you, the best [make that a capital B] me that I can be.
I am mulling a recent experience with a woman who felt that her 5 hours earning didn’t warrant a three-hour trip to work.
She is right. The time in transit guts deeply into her salary. However, as I recall, the commute can have salutary benefits.
On a train-plane-or-bus you are free to read or watch videos. Entertainment or education can be gleaned from these media. But you knew that.
It’s a time to learn a new language. Acquiring a bunch of different languages is a thing now. Really. Polyglots are said to be smart.
My wife said you work at… that’s at least an hour. My office tried to get us back….
Overheard post-Covid millennials on an elevator ride
Of course, you can use your time wisely to study any subject that interests you.
I am perpetually behind in my reading and sometimes my watching as well. Time to catch up.
What activities do you lose yourself in?
I lose myself in writing. Thoughts and ideas spill unbidden from my mind to my blog.
Once upon a time, I know I would have said from my mind to my pen. These days, there is no pen involved.
I tap out my opinions, my conclusions or my beliefs on a screen no bigger than my handprint.
One sentence leads to another and pretty soon I have formed a post.
It’s all about the packaging for the Altoids. It’s a good product but how it is contained is really its story.
It’s not about the packaging (or is it?) for the former guy.
We have been admonished not to fall into the trap of mimicking TFG tropes like lock her up. *TY Joyce Vance*.
I just can’t help wondering who is going to pay the costs of commuting for his appearances in so many different jurisdictions?
We present ourselves to the world wrapped in fashion. Clothes tell our tale to anyone who will listen. They are the human container.
Translating from literature to produce: Don’t judge the fruit by its wrapper sounds like good advice. Though it perhaps does not make sense.
What is the last thing you learned?
The last or the most recent?
I take an unexpected comfort in learning that cussing is good for us humans and our relatives the chimps.
Although when put the way I just did it sounds ridiculous. NatGeo put it more elegantly in this headline:
Swearing Is Good For You—And Chimps Do It, Too
National Geographic
How has a failure, or apparent failure, set you up for later success?
As Ronnie Cammerari (Nicolas Cage) says to Loretta Castarini Clark (Cher) “playing it safe is the most dangerous thing a woman like you could do.”
John Patrick Shanley Moonstruck
There is a myth among the entrepreneurial classes that you have to fail to be a success.
It’s an interesting theory based on a risk-takers mentality. I was once such a risk-taker. Let’s try it and see how it flies. That must have been what Wilbur and Orville Wright had to say.
Whether it’s golden or not is subject to circumstances but silence (or at least quiet) is a treasure.
It is also often elusive. Our friend Dr. Arline Bronzaft tries to spread the secrets of quiet to noise-polluted populations. Her current endeavor has a great title, too.
All The Best