Saturday, January 5, 2019

Another post without real rhyme or reason

I frequently mention how I am drawn to water -- especially to "big water" -- like a moth is drawn to flame, which is why this photograph is here this day. It is a screen shot from the Jon Bon Jovi video, "New Year's Day," that I used in my December 31, 2018, post. The image so captured my memory and my inner longings that I thought of using it then, but let stand the "time machine" illustration .... sort of a superstition I have about switching things out at the last moment. Together, the water/the boat/the sky in the photograph form my conception of what I would have life be for me and, very probably, the manner of life I would follow if I could do it all over again ....
The words in this post are some I wrote a few days before Christmas, but did not publish them then. I am running them now because it bothers me to "throw away" anything I have written, no matter how nonsensical or irrelevant it might seem. It sort of goes along with liking to hear myself talk .... hmmmm .... while that is true, actually and more importantly topics which are illusory and off the beaten path interest me because they are among those which form questions which probably can never be answered.
Accompanying the post is an old piece, "Salt of the Earth," by the Rolling Stones. I have seen the Stones perform twice and like a couple of their songs, although no one could ever accuse me of being a particular fan. The second video involves segments of the band's 2005-06 tour. No matter what one thinks of the music, the Stones' ability to be a vital element of the music scene for 57 (fifty-seven) years and a band which currently is on tour yet today deserves respect.
The salt of the earth
I began to think/wonder about the "salt of the earth" expression from the Bible a few weeks ago .... it probably had to do with the approach of Christmas. I do have a King James version I received on the occasion of being confirmed into a religious faith as a teenage boy, so I fetched it (how is that for a word?) and proceeded to do a bit of research. Here is what I found, according to Matthew 5:13, King James Version:
"Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted? it is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men."
Utilizing the internet, I found a version "translated" into more contemporary words. According to the New International Version: "You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled underfoot."
Again, from the internet: Matthew is quoting Jesus Christ and is describing a time when Jesus leads his disciples up to a mountaintop to teach them and there he tells them that they are the salt of the earth. Salt was a valuable commodity in the ancient world. Salt was expensive in those times and was a necessary part of food preservation and flavor. The Bible has many references to salt, which was even used as currency.
In contemporary times, "salt of the earth" has come to describe someone who is earnest, honest and down-to-earth.
I really have no idea where the notion came from, but at some point along the line I came to think of the "salt of the earth" as someone (in this case, a man) who grew to adulthood, followed his family business, got married, had children, went to church regularly, was a life-long community supporter, grew old, sort of retired after forty or fifty years at the same job in the same town, died a respected member of his community and everyone in town came to the funeral. How many people actually liked the individual really was of little relevance. In the case of the woman, she would be the counterpart to the man in this scenario.
Growing up in a small, rural community and seeing life as it existed around me probably was the seed from which that notion was born and evolved. My own conception of the phrase is pure speculation based on childhood observations of the community around me, and the idea of the origin of the root makes sense and is logical. Not to be overly factious, but I probably am closer to being among the "pepper of the earth," however, I have been unable to find a reference to who or what that might be so it would seem to be a moot point.
All I know with certainty is that no way can I be considered among the "salt of the earth" according to my own definition -- although I believe the words "earnest, honest and down-to-earth" are among those which do describe me.
Hmmmm .... sort of reminds me of another quote from the Bible -- the one about vanity ....

Monday, December 31, 2018

The future begins tomorrow

Although the painting here by Philippe Durand is entitled, "Time Machine," this post really has nothing to do with time machines or much of anything other than to note the conclusion of 2018 and the birth of 2019 -- which, you might be aware, begins as the bell finishes tolling midnight this night. I guess that is sort of a fib since I am adding two more resolutions to the three listed in my post of December 16. Also present are a pair of songs from Jon Bon Jovi and his crew. The scenes in the first number, "New Year's Day," remind me of the January 1 a few years ago when I spent the afternoon canoeing on The Lake, as I call it, known as Le Lac Supérieur by the early French explorers and better known as Lake Superior among those living today. The water is dark and cold and deep. Mostly it is beautiful and alluring. It is an invitation to be part of it. In every direction there is water -- only water. It would seem to go on forever .... maybe it does.

The primary difference between my excursion on The Lake and the waters in the video being that I was playing "ice breaker" with my canoe and I actually stopped to have a drink of brandy and to smoke a cigarette on a mini-iceberg .... ah, yes, those were the days, my friend. The second piece is pretty much the story of life from birth to death, which fascinates me in many ways for many reasons. Well, as sometimes is said, on with the show ....
A verse from the song
"New Year's Day"
composed by Billy Falcon & Jon Bon Jovi
performed by Jon Bon Jovi & his crew
I'm singing carpe diem
I'm saying seize the day
Come on, let's live forever
It's New Year's Day
New Year's Day & born again tomorrow ....
I have been thinking of resolutions for the coming year and essentially I want to find ways to renew my interest in life and living. Since firearms and the outdoors and reading have been the three greatest "loves" of my existence, I want to once again incorporate them more into my lifestyle.
I have more than a few guns I have not fired -- ever -- and, by this time next year, I do not want to have any that I have not shot a number of times and sent a large number of rounds through.
The concept of "large number" has different meanings to different people. My own definition in relation to shooting is three or four hundred rounds in an afternoon unless there are circumstances which create the need for more. I have acquaintances who now and then fire three of four thousand in an afternoon and, when opportunity is right, upwards of ten thousand in a week.
In relation to the outdoors, I will strive for a half-dozen or more multi-day canoe jaunts during the year, including one up in Michigan for at least a week in duration on my old friend, The Lake.
Once more, numbers have different meanings. There have been times when I was reading three books a week on average. That number has shrunk to about three a month. I will try to get back to at least one book per week and see where it goes from there.
Those three items form Resolution No. 4.
Resolution No. 5 is less complex but, quite possibly, more demanding: Find a new place to hang out ....


Tuesday, December 25, 2018

Whoever, wherever you are, Merry Christmas

Guardian of the Christmas Tree ....
Comment by Kris Kringle
portrayed by Edmund Gwenn
in the 1947 motion picture
"Miracle on 34th Street"
"Oh, Christmas isn't just a day, it's a frame of mind ... and that's what's been changing. That's why I'm glad I'm here, maybe I can do something about it."
Peace and happiness to you
Believe it or not, I have put considerable time and thought into what I would post for Christmas. Now, here we are, it is Christmas and I still am walking in a never-ending circle, indecisive and undecided, having come to the proverbial "now or never" point. I am tempted to write the words, "Merry Christmas," and let it go at that, but I will add a few more -- largely because it is in my nature to write and to write ....
A few weeks ago, I made the following observation: "I like Thanksgiving, and have many good memories of it from years past and hope to create many more in the years ahead."
The only word which needs to be changed now, today, is replacing the word "Thanksgiving" with the word "Christmas." I could easily fill a book reciting happy memories from Christmas Eve and Christmas Day .... actually, two books -- one from childhood memories and another for the years since then. I suppose it is not beyond the realm of possibilities that I will write such a book or books in future times, but I will refrain from beginning such tales now for fear of boring readers into sleep. Instead, I will bore you with something else -- a bit of commentary about the evolution of language.
Many people are aware -- but many are not -- that all languages are evolving. British writer and bureaucrat Geoffrey Chaucer wrote the "Canterbury Tales" between 1387 and 1400 in Middle English -- the language of his times.
Here is the opening of the Prologue to the tales as it was written by Chaucer:
"Whan that Aprille with his shoures sote the droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote ...."
Here is the same opening after a translation to contemporary English:
"When April with its showers sweet has pierced the drought of March to the very root ...."
Most languages, if not all, have a similar history: There is Old Norse, Old French, Old Latin, Old Greek and on and on and on. The reason I mention this is because one of the songs here today, "Als I lay on Yoolis Night," dates back at least to the Fourteenth Century and is composed in Middle English with subtitles provided in both the "middle" and the "contemporary" languages. The singers are Donna Deam and Kristine Szulik.
Another of the musical compositions is, "Veni, Veni, Emmanuel," sung in Latin with both Latin and English subtitles. The singer is Hayley Westenra.
The final song is by Joan Baez. She is singing the, "Coventry Carol," a Christmas song which dates to Sixteenth Century England and tells the story from Biblical Matthew about the birth of Jesus. Again, we have a transitional language piece from medieval to modern.
So, for whatever it is worth, here are three Christmas songs you might never have heard before and a brief lesson in the evolution of languages .... Merry Christmas ....


Thursday, December 20, 2018

Addendum to Otzi the Iceman

Otzi, portrayed in a painting as he lay dying atop a mountain
Otzi, the Iceman, up close & personal
The last object or person seen as eyes close forever on this Earth; the last word spoken or heard; the last beat of the heart; the final gasp or breath .... some of these things are recorded for official records and some noted for the memory of family and friends. Everyone will experience death at some point during their life. Some will have time to prepare for their death; some will never know that it happened: The proverbial here one second, gone the next.
I have a habit of trying to closely examine some photographs and paintings. There are times I see things which I cannot be certain were intentionally placed there or not by the creator of the photograph or of the painting. With life draining from his body in the painting of Otzi the Iceman, for instance, he seems to be gazing at something or someone. Who? What? His demise is coming high in the mountainous Alps in the midst of snow and ice. It is cold. His breath seems to be hovering visible just beyond his mouth. Does he realize it is there? Does he even know that he is dying? Did the artist present the conception of the last moments of Otzi in this manner intentionally or did it just happen?
All I know is that things such as these make me curious and they are questions to which I never will know the answers. On a cosmic scale these things would seem to have no relevance; on a personal scale, I like to think the answers would hold some of the explanation of the reason for us being here.
Some years ago, I wrote a short story about the Earth being a "test tube" in an ever-expanding laboratory called the universe. In the story, a somewhat crazed scientist "learned" a way to shatter the test tube. The story ended with him struggling to decide if he should or should not shatter it. I suppose somehow, somewhere, he still is thinking about it ....

Sunday, December 16, 2018

Who knows where the time goes

No, this is not a painting of me .... although I have been seen like this a few times over the years.
Rather, this is an artist's impression of Otzi the Iceman just before he died. The uncredited painting appeared in yesterday's edition of the London Daily Mail along with a lengthy article.
But, this post is not about Otzi, whose well-preserved, mummified body was found in 1991 in the Ötztal Alps between Austria and Italy. It has been determined he lived between 3400 and 3100 BCE. Otzi interests me a great deal, both as an individual and as a representative of his era, which is the late Neolithic Period about the time the Bronze Age was beginning. We shall leave his story for another time, so to speak, possibly even for another lifetime.
No -- this post is about New Year's Resolutions .... sort of, anyway ....
Sort of New Year's Resolutions
I have decided it is time to get serious about lessening my possessions, and guns are about the easiest to unload. When my son was here at Thanksgiving, I gave him nine firearms to take home with him: Five rifles, two with scopes; a shotgun; a revolver; two semi-automatic pistols. Three or four or five more will be going home with him at Christmas. Redistribution of my "baggage" is Resolution No. 1.
When George H.W. Bush died (Bush the Elder, in my lexicon), television commentators noted that Bush once was asked how he could take both political wins and defeats so graciously. His reply was that each day is a new day and when he awakened in the morning, he made sure his attitude was set to reflect a happy, pleasant frame of mind. I think I will give that technique a try, although I am certain Ambrose "Bitter" Bierce will roll over in his grave. To begin each day thankful to be alive and to display it is Resolution No. 2.
My reading habit has been slipping away from me during recent months, but I think I have found a tale which will raise the level of my enthusiasm for books a significant notch. I just ordered a copy of, "Lost Secrets," by Bernard Grisoni. It is a new novel about Otzi, the so-called Iceman. He was murdered, it would seem, about 5,000 years ago. Grisoni's story weaves Tesimo's (Otzi's name way back when, according to the novel) life and travels with those of archaeologist Sophia Bruckner, who was among the first to examine the mummified body.
One reviewer described the novel in this manner: "'Lost Secrets,' is one of the rare books that appeals to both the left and right brain, and delivers two complementary stories to delight each. Right-brainers will enjoy the modern-day story where a heroine and a hero uncover important historical information while in the midst of a fast-paced adventure to thwart a villain. Left-brainers will enjoy the story that takes place 5,000 years earlier where a pair of men displaced from their home experience people, places and ideas of which neither ever dreamed."
This novel explores the intertwining destinies of Sophia and Tesimo, two seekers living thousands of years apart. To actually read this book rather than merely add it to my growing stack of "unreads" is Resolution No. 3. I just might even write a review of the book.
And .... I probably will add one or more resolutions to my list before 2018 disappears into history and 2019 emerges from wherever years await their moment in time ....




Something special ....