The world will not be destroyed by those who do evil, but by those who watch them without doing anything…
Now is the time to make your voice heard. You are not alone. Engage. Find a way to help make the world a better place. Complaining about the way things are doesn’t count as engagement.
Special thanks to the artist and friend Adam Hansen.
In the fall of 1939 in Paris and throughout France, people thought they were safe from the coming war because of the “One Big Beautiful” ditch along the Italian, Swiss and German borders. That is no less foolish than building a Big Beautiful Wall along the Southern border of the United States. The most tragic thing about the stupidity of man is the unwillingness to let go of ideas that have proven to be ineffective.
This morning after making my morning coffee I returned to bed to enjoy it while reading. This morning it was The Paris Library. Tux always joins me back in bed. He is very aware of my “possessions” and he likes to get my attention by “owning” them. My cell phone was next to me so he laid down with his head covering it. I acknowledge his move by stroking the top of his head, no doubt what he was after in the first place. I didn’t need a phone, after all I had a good book… and a cat.
After reading a chapter, I set the book down and looked out the window into the back yard. I noticed small birds flying in and out of the Russian Sage. It’s late summer and the sage is in full bloom. I don’t know if the birds were eating the flowers or possibly seeds, or just playing. They appeared to be chasing each other in and out of the sage. The birds were so small they barely bent the branches of the sage when they landed on them. That is surprising because it doesn’t take much weight to bend the slender branches. I watched them for a few minutes and then decided it was time to start the day, after another cup of coffee, in bed of course.
Mr. President, do you ever get tired of not knowing what you’re talking about?
It’s 9:30pm. I’ve just finished reading Raising Hare A Memoir. I picked it up at my favorite bookstore in Kanab, UT. I drop in there about every six months, sometimes a bit more often. Whoever stocks their shelves always has a unique selection of books about people and/or the outdoors. This find was no exception. The book was about an English woman that saves a wild new-born hare. Against all odds the hare survives and actually befriends the woman and spends it’s life living in the English countryside and periodically visiting the woman and becoming an integral part of her life, all the while remaining a wild creature. I was moved by the telling of her story. A remarkable memoir about her and the hare.
After finishing the book I decided to make some Tapioca Pudding. My first attempt. I was marginally successful. I may not have boiled the pudding quite long enough. It tasted slightly of egg and I don’t know why. My sister would know what I did wrong. I sat down outside to enjoy the desert. Tux sat with me as usual. When he got a wif of what was in my bowl, he jumped up on the table in front of me to have a closer inspection. Apparently not to his liking, he turned around and sat down with his back to me. Apparently he agreed with me that it wasn’t cooked quite right.
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Very creative, and spot on. Of course you know whom this refers to…
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For they sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
When I think of you, my soul is lifted. Your love makes me content. It is enough for me to be the person I am with you, the person you have helped me to become.
I attended my first protest last Saturday. I stood with several hundred other people on Peace Corner in Bend Oregon to raise awareness of the jeopardy we are facing at the hands of the current administration. Protest is a funny thing. Not everyone agrees with you when they see you standing up for an issue, but it pleases me to note that half or more of the people driving by honked and waved in solidarity. There were many people holding signs of course. I did not have one. I chose to smile and wave at all the passing cars. I tried to make eye contact with the vehicle occupants. The man standing next to me told me he liked my style. He said that smiling and waving probably was as effective as sign waving, perhaps even more. I tend to agree. Many of the signs had very good messages. Some were disappointing. You can tell a lot about the level of love a person carries inside of them by the sign they are waving. That would make for an interesting study. I was only given the middle finger once by a passing motorist. I think that is note worthy. My hope is that those passing by who may not agree with the warning being given, might later realize that the people there were sincere and caring, and that fact might give them pause to examine their position.
Rule by killing—even if it takes the form of suppression, exile, imprisonment, or (as in business) mere dismissal—affects the sensibilities of those who do it. Unsurprisingly, they hear fewer and fewer dissenting opinions, and long though their reigns may be, their sense of reality becomes increasingly impaired. They become paranoid, not least because they have made themselves more and more enemies. Those around them, acting “only in command, never in love,” may implement their orders mechanically—and on occasion foolishly, as they try to make sure that they will not be the tyrant’s next victim. And the leader himself becomes less imaginative and clever.
This should sound familiar. Cohen is providing us with a cautionary warning here. While the current administration is not using murder in the literal sense (and let’s hope it never descends that far into the abyss) It certainly is employing murder in the business sense, summary dismissal of anyone in service that speaks out or in any way displeases the POTUS. Cohen does not touch on the “murder” of facts, but that is definitely occurring and has become a staple of the administration. It’s difficult for me to understand how anyone can tolerate, let alone support, this type of leadership.
I don’t have one, but I should.
If a person puts even one measure of effort into following ritual and standards of righteousness, he will get back twice as much.
—Xunzi
Xunzi was one of the three great classical Confucian philosophers best known for his lessons on how to build self-awareness by engaging in continuous education and practice of ritual activities, in other words, a daily routine.
That probably sounds boring to many people today. After all, we have an endless supply of entertainment and distraction sitting right in our hand. But what is all that distraction buying us? Is it opening our mind and soul to discovery of ourselves? Is it showing us the path to excellence? In most cases it is doing just the opposite.
There are many ways to establish a routine. The important thing is to have one. How does having a routine open our mind and soul to discovery and accomplishment? An orderly routine allows our mind to open up. Chaos only serves to keep us distracted and unfocused. The freedom to go about life differently every day is not freedom, it’s chaos. Good habits, a routine, give us a certainty that allows our mind to focus and opens it to new ideas. Self-discipline means success in our endeavors.
I opened by saying I don’t have a routine. I actually do, I just haven’t given it much thought. I write almost every day, usually in the morning. I read (but not on any particular schedule). I ride my bicycle — I also try to get other forms of exercise. The goal for me is to recognizing the activities that are good for me and make time for them each day, preferable the same amount of time and preferably on the same schedule. That is the difficult part. We get the best performance and satisfaction out of our lives when we are not constantly guessing what to do next.
I’m planning to go to India with my daughter in December for a yoga retreat. I probably won’t be spending a huge amount of time on the mat since my mobility is a bit limited. I am working on that. I do plan to spend a good bit of time in meditation, probably while everyone else is doing their yoga thing. I am hoping to learn a lot about Buddhism and I’m looking forward to that. I’ve been told that visiting India is as much spiritual as it is cultural. I’m excited to experience both.
My gender is male. It was not “assigned” at birth. It was biologically determined and was not given to me by someone with “magical assignment authority.”
We are seeing “gender assigned at birth” more and more on all manner of intake forms and documents. To put it simply, this phrase is an affront to science. We do not need more science denial.
I hesitate to use the term “woke” because that is such a trigger for so many people. But frankly “gender assigned at birth” is woke. It is a phrase that obfuscates instead of clarifies. We are what we are, not what we were assigned by some magical power. If we choose to alter what we are in some fashion then we become what we have chosen. Finito. Nothing more, nothing less. We don’t need to be concerned about what was, all the matters is what is now. Special phrases like “gender assigned at birth” only lead to inter-generational division, not understanding.
My intent here is not to alienate, but merely to point out that besides words having meaning, they also evoke feelings, and can impact people’s attitude in negative ways. Yes, if you view something negatively, that’s on you. No, it’s not a good idea to ignore that fact if what you are seeking is understanding and acceptance.
Keep strong. If possible. In any case, keep cool. Have unlimited patience. Never corner an opponent, and always assist him to save face. Put yourself in his shoes—so as to see things through his eyes. Avoid self-righteousness like the devil—nothing is so self-blinding.
Hart is the noted author of “History of the Second World War,” and “Strategy.” Two books that should be required reading for everyone engaged in diplomacy or military planning. (Probably not on the bookshelves of those serving in the current administration.) President John F. Kennedy studied these works and the knowledge gained was instrumental in helping Kennedy to resolve the Cuban Missile Crisis using a blockade of Cuba rather then taking the advice of his many advisors who wanted him to bomb then invade Cuba. The world owes President John F. Kennedy a debt of gratitude that can’t be fully appreciated.
Today is day one of my most recent challenge, namely, to post a stoic thought every day for the next year. If I had to choose a religion (read here a philosophy) I would choose Stoicism. Of course Buddhism, Taoism, Christianity, Epicureanism, and the myriad other “isms” designed to lead us to right-living are all worthy of study, Stoicism speaks most clearly to me at this stage in my evolution.
I started this project back in May, but I have decided to restart today so that each entry will appear as its own separate post and be compiled into a separate category. This will allow for easy access in the future (as well as boosting my page count… smile). All of the entries are inspired by the book “The Daily Stoic,” by Ryan Holiday and Stephen Hanselman. I can in no way take credit for these thoughts, for that you have to look to those authors and the Stoics themselves. What I can take credit for (nominally) is the presentation. I have tried to shape each entry in my own words, and with an eye towards that portion of the teaching the speaks to me personally.
The struggle is great, the task divine—to gain mastery, freedom, happiness, and tranquility.
To paraphrase: The struggle is great, the task divine—to gain happiness and mastery of a life sublime… Let the journey begin.
If you want to hear some classic electric blues, you gotta dig into the “In Session” album. Albert King does his thing with Stevie Ray Vaughan sitting in. This is the only known recording of the two virtuosos playing together. Grab the remastered version from 2024. Every track is a classic. My two favorites are “Mary Had a Little Lamb,” and “Blues at Sunrise.” Mary is an example of a song that doesn’t need any words, or maybe better yet, a song with words that don’t make sense, but work anyway. In “Blues at Sunrise,” Albert reprises a song he did with Jimmy Hendricks and Janis Joplin at the Filmore West. Stevie sits in on Jimmy’s part. The track knocks me over. I like to put the headphones on and let myself be carried away. It’s great driving music too. It’ll make you forget how far you’ve gone and how far you have left to go.
Happy Birthday Sister!
I would like to visit Guedelon Castle in France. Twenty-Five years ago, Michel Guyot decided to build an authentic 13th century medieval castle using only period tools and construction techniques. Craftsmen and volunteers from all over France have participated in the project. The project is now nearing completion.
The castle gets 300,000 visitors a year. It’s a step back in time that even Disneyland could not replicate.
We recently received a very nice hand-written letter addressed “Dear Neighbor.” The letter focused on all that is wrong in the world today and suggested that the solution has been written in the Bible and can be explained by visiting the jw.org website. While ultimately the second coming and establishment of a new religious order on earth led by God’s Son might be a solution (recall the argument two twins were having in the womb) I believe we have a responsibility to do more than wait for a solution that does nothing to make things better in the here and now. I believe there are things we can do to change the world. To be clear, I’m not talking about this political party or that political party, this particular religion or that particular religion. I’m not talking about violence or punishment for those you don’t agree with and I’m certainly not talking about blaming people that look different than you. I believe it comes down to how we treat each other. The answer is kindness and respect, a willingness to listen, and a willingness to compromise. These things do seem to be in short supply at times, it’s difficult to argue they don’t, but each one of us can make a difference if we take the time to ask ourselves what we can do to make things better.
I remember my first year of college. I took an introductory class in geology and I found it fascinating. Indeed, I found many subjects fascinating. That did not change the fact that eventually I would have to choose one subject. When I graduated I had no idea what I was going to do next. Not surprisingly, I took a couple of jobs that had nothing to do with my studies in school. I did not seem to have any real direction. Finally on my third attempt at employment, I found work that was satisfying. I’ve asked myself how did I arrive there, the only answer I have for that is I followed my inner compass as best I could and kept trying different things until I found the answer. For those of us not born with knowledge of what we are going to do with our lives, that is probably the best approach we can take. I’m fortunate, it worked for me.
One of the beautiful observations I picked up from Cliff Dancer’s book is that the quality of our thought determines the quality of our life. Think about it. Always complaining? Don’t have enough? You probably aren’t happy. Self-talk that is not positive only leads to an unhappy life experience. We are in charge of our lives and we have responsibility for shaping our experience, first and foremost by whether we view it positively or negatively. Thank you Cliff Dancer for this beautiful observation. You are a Stoic Master.
I spent the better part of 30 years writing software. I’m happy to report I’m proud of that, even though it damaged me for life. The problem is, you spend that much time worrying about spelling and punctuation, you lose the ability to understand what people are saying to you. You see, no one speaks in complete sentences. At this stage in my life I find myself lost unless people are using complete sentences, including, and most importantly, a subject, a verb, and a noun. I often find myself replying to someone, “could you put that in a complete sentence for me, I have a vocationally acquired lexical disability…”
I’ve been exploring the classes available at the Senior Center. Yesterday they were offering a watercolor card making class. That sounded interesting. I was warned that I would be the only man in the class so I was prepared. Sure enough, I arrived a few minutes early, there were several women and the instructor (also a woman) already in the room. I started looking for a place to sit down, but before I could take a seat, I was asked if I was in the right room. It just so happens the person asking me was the program director who happened to be in the room chatting with the instructor. The program director was a man. I decided that if I was going to be challenged, I might as well get some mileage out of the situation. I looked right at him and said, “this is the introduction to welding class, right?” His eyes got big and he stared back at me and said, “seriously?” After a long pause, I said, “no.” That lit up the room. I was welcomed into the watercolor class even though I forgot to bring my welding helmet.
A good friend completed the northern 1,000 miles of the Pacific Crest Trail last summer. (Canada to California.) When he and his hiking partner reached the Bend Oregon resupply point, we picked them up and hosted them with home cooking and a comfy bed. His trail name is Cliff Dancer and his hiking companion last summer was Raw Dog. They are fantastic people and it was a pleasure to help them along on their hiking journey. I was doubly pleased when to my surprise, Cliff Dancer wrote a book about the experience and sent me a copy. It arrived in the mail two days ago and I have already devoured it. Such an inspiration! It’s not easy to hike and write at the same time. I’ve cycled and chronicled at the same time and while that’s not easy, I think I got more out of the experience capturing it in the moment than if I had attempted to document the journey post-mortem. I will have more to say about Cliff Dancer’s wonderful work in the coming days. You can get a copy for yourself of “Walking in Wonder On The Pacific Crest Trail” from Amazon Direct Publishing. Walking In Wonder
I got my 3.5 Pickleball rating a few days ago. That’s a significant accomplishment, but not one to get too carried away with. The 4.0 level is where good play really begins. 3.5’ers are still learning the game and still working on loosing beginner habits. Making the jump from 3.5 to 4.0 requires a lot more skill than making the jump from 3.0 to 3.5.
After the testing completed, those of us that tested were sitting around with our “play-ins” having a beer. Someone asked me if I was going to try and get to 4.0. (It’s a good question, many people that make 3.5 never get to 4.0.) My reply went something like this. I want to correct my bad habits, improve the weak points of my game, and improve in overall consistency so that I will feel comfortable playing with 4.0s. I also added that due to my advanced age, I would be very happy if I was still a solid 3.5 ten years from now. I think that is probably the best goal of all.
You can’t change the world entirely, but you can change someone’s entire world.
—Timber Hawkeye
The message here is you can’t single-handedly change the world. Many have tried and ultimately that approach fails. You have to decide what is enough, once you figure that out, that should become your goal. There is a school of thought that says the desire to change the world only leads to emotional distress, depression, or at the very least, a warped sense of reality. In the worst case scenario, it makes the world worse, not better.
Happy Birthday to a very special someone. I hold you dear in my heart and wish you all the best. You deserve it.