Life On A B-I7

Plato’s Laws¹

Time does not march uniformly forward.
Sometimes it takes giant steps back.
Like now.
Plato would be appalled,
or not.
He understood how fragile was
the rule of man.

Plato understood the need for laws.
More importantly, for laws to govern,
he understood that man needed respect
for a higher law.
Call it Got, call it faith, call it belief,
it doesn’t matter, without that respect,
laws are empty vessels.

It is ironic
that those who chatter the loudest
about the need to follow a higher law
are the first to subvert
the only law that is capable
of letting us live in harmony
on this earth.

Ode to Ogden Nash

I wish I could write poems
like Ogden Nash.
I’d spit them out in a flash.
The only difference between his and mine,
his would be good, mine would be trash.

My Dad taught me:

Red at night, sailor’s delight.
Red in the morning, sailor take warning.

The only good ideas I get, I get when I am writing.

Apology

I have wronged someone but I don’t know how to apologize. There is something wrong with me. I should be able to make this right, but I can’t.

I’m going to hazard a guess. I think the reason I may not be able to face this situation is because I feel inferior. That’s crazy, right? It’s even possible the person I have wronged doesn’t believe that to be the case. Even still, I believe that, and so that has become my reality.

I’m truly sorry my friend. If we lived next door this would not be an issue. I would love to share your company every day. I have no idea why living 3,000 miles apart makes a difference. I want to go back to the time when we talked over the fence to one another, we played darts and drank beer. Those were some of the best days of my life. I love you, even though you would never guess that is the case.

Election 2024

The Good News About Journaling

Behavioral scientists refer to metacognition as a means to look at your emotions and examine them from an informational standpoint. Sort of like looking in from the outside. The good news here is that is what you are doing when you are journaling. The emotions that we frequently see seeping out from our unconsciousness are set aside and only those emotions that are pulled from our consciousness become the subject of our journaling. In short, it allows us to look at our feelings from a cognitive viewpoint rather than from a subconscious emotional viewpoint. The more you journal, the better you get at not letting your uncontrolled emotions dictate your emotional state.

The benefit? We start to see the world around us more clearly.

Science

It is rightly said that philosophy is the science which considers truth.
—Aristotle

If that is the case, politics is the science which uses lies as a substitute for truth.
—Me

Love

It might be possible to say that pets love us. If that is the case, then it is certainly true that pets likely love us more than most other humans do…

Choices

I think I have come to the conclusion I would rather be a writer than an artist or musician… but why should we have to make that choice? Why can’t we be more than just one thing?

If you watch baseball carefully, you will realize you are actually watching a ballet.

Redactions are Cool… So are Dementia and Senility¹

I am taking a neurological psychology exam later this month. I’m not certain why. I think it’s so my neurologist can use the form to help establish a baseline going forward for determining my level of Dementia. Of course, I don’t think I’m suffering from Dementia because if I were, I probably wouldn’t be talking about it. Nevertheless, I suppose establishing a baseline is a good idea, at least that’s what I’m telling myself. Anyway, as I was filling out the several page evaluation form prior to the appointment, I realized that perhaps I was getting a little too flip with some of my answers. Reading through the form, I noticed that my approach to answering the DEI questions as well as the questions regarding my previous marital associations might be considered a bit too flip (by current societal standards). So, to prevent myself from a tragic misdiagnosis, I redacted those particular sections with a black sharpie.

I realize that action by itself may present some issues with regard to my, let’s just call it mental state. I think that’s the lesser of two evils. Besides, it looks pretty cool to have a couple sections of the form completely blacked out. It makes me feel… contemporary…

Now that I have confessed to all of this, I have to add the final chapter to the story. Last night I left my wallet, journal, calendar and exam intake form in a shopping cart in the parking lot of my local grocery store. It was dark and I was in a hurry (I’m certain there was no dementia involved). When I went back this morning to see if I could recover my items, they were all waiting for me in the store lost-and-found. I suppose that’s one advantage of living in a small town with mostly honest people. Sadly, the multi-page intake form for my neurology exam had gotten a bit wet from some overnight rain. Naturally, I decided to use that as an excuse to cancel the appointment. I can’t be showing up with a rain damaged questionnaire can I? I didn’t like the doctor anyway. I doubt seriously that senility is in any way related to dementia…

“It takes a whole lot of money for me to stay broke.” No truer words ever spoken.

Uh?

Having coffee at my favorite coffee shop in Central Oregon, I overheard two farmers chatting. They were complaining about the usual DEI issues I hear frequently expressed in this part of the world.¹ After bemoaning that issue for awhile, I heard one of the gentlemen, the one with the Stetson, say that he was tired of the fact that “there are no rules any more.”

Well, I could not help picturing him as a Trump supporter.² The irony of course, is that it is his party that has systematically worked over the course of the last eight years to dispense with all rules.

The Perfect Day

What does the perfect day look like? Pursuing those things that bring me meaning, like the following…

• Reading
• Writing
• Playing the guitar
• Drawing
• Playing Pickleball
• Cycling
• Tai chi
• Overlanding

Naturally, the above list is subject to change without notice. That goes without saying. It feels good to look at this list and think about all the benefits that would come from these pursuits. Along the way, I hope I bring some small amount of joy to someone else…

Constraints

Life without death would be like playing pickleball by yourself. It is constraints that make our actions meaningful, that make life meaningful. The end of life limits what we can reasonably accomplish. That reality forces us to make decisions and pursue those things that ultimately bring us meaning and also (with luck) fulfillment to others.

I Want my Cat to Live Longer

When you hear a song that speaks to you, there is no shame in sharing the lyrics. I find this song touching, romantic and it also express a sincere desire…

Wish I could, read the minds of women.
I wish I had, gills for swim’n.
I wish I had movie star looks.
I wish I knew every trick in the book.
I’d like to feel first love again,
Be 20 years younger.
But the greatest wish I want to come true,
I want my cat to live longer.

Wish I was the King of Rock’n Roll.
I wish I was, cool and in the know.
I wish I’d wrote “Blow’n in the Wind.”
I’d like to see my late mother again.
I’d like to stop poverty,
Save this world from hunger.
But the greatest wish oh I wanna come true,
I want my cat to live longer.

I want my cat to live longer.
When he goes I’ll be blue.
If I had the power,
Oh I’d have him live as long as, me and you.

He cheers me up, oh when I’m sad.
He’s the best friend, I’ve ever had.
I don’t care where his nose has been,
I let him lick my face again and again.

His love is unconditional,
And that just makes me stronger.
So the greatest wish, I wanna come true,
I want my cat to live longer!

Apologies to Curtis Salgado and Alan Hager.

Postcards

I’m filling out Postcards for Swing States. Strangely, it’s fun and relaxing. I’m doing something to help the outcome of the election rather than worry about it. A nice benefit of this activity is that it makes me feel connected to other people. I don’t know what their affiliation is, or how they will be voting. Obviously I will never know the outcome of my efforts. Still, I’m satisfied that I am making a connection, even if it is something as simple as a postcard. The message I’m sending is going out to voters in Wisconsin. It reads:

Dear [first name]
Please Vote in the Nov 5
Election to save Wisconsin’s
favorite programs from
Republican attack!
Best, Brad

Those are the words chosen by the campaign organizers. I think they are good and deliver a good message. If it were up to me, I think the word “attack” could use a bit of clarification. What Republicans are doing is worse than attack, they are trying to restructure America by perverting its values. What makes it even worse is that they are doing that through the use of lies.

Done

Donald Trump presents the greatest threat to this country since its founding and independence from Britain. The current situation is worse than any war in our history because the attach he has launched is coming from within. I hope I never see anything worse than this in what remains of my lifetime, and I hope what we are going through ends (at least the worst part of it) on November 5th. I hope this for the sake of my children.

Cats and People

Do I love my cat more than I love people? That’s a fair question. Given the current world that we live in, I would have to give that a qualified yes.

I am aware of the fact that cats and people are not the same. I would even admit (if pressed) that cats should not be given the same lofty status that we give to our fellow human beings. Status aside, I can’t think of an instance when my cat has disappointed me. People disappointment me now more than at any point in my life.

I’m tired of being disappointed by people. I’m tired of division, strife and argument. I’m tired of the challenges that people present, most of them unnecessary. I want people to think more like cats. I want people to love each other the way my cat loves me… without question.

My Cat (continuare)

My cat loves me.
I pet him and I can tell he appreciates my stokes.
He reciprocates by reaching his paw out.
He places his head on my hand.
I kiss him on the forehead
And he reaches out to me with both forepaws.
I would give my world to talk to him.
Stroking his head will have to do.

He lays down on top of the book I am reading.
He knows how to get my attention.
Somehow, he knows what I am afraid to do,
show affection and demand the same in return.
He is content to be here.
I am content to be with him.
I know I will miss him when he is gone.
I think he will miss me too.

I hope there is a place where we can walk together
And share our deepest thoughts, one with another.
As much as I hope for that
I don’t know if it works that way.

I will find out someday, or not.

Rome is burning and the New York Times is playing a fiddle.

Tragedy

“To each there comes in their lifetime a special moment when they are figuratively tapped on the shoulder and offered the chance to do a very special thing, unique to them and fitted to their talents. What a tragedy if that moment finds them unprepared or unqualified for that which could have been their finest hour.”

—Winston Churchill

Determining what is fitted to your talents is up to you. I believe it can be something as simple as a smile. The important part of this message is to be on the lookout for that moment. If you allow that moment to pass you by, that is a tragedy.

A perfect example of someone’s finest hour is Liz Cheney speaking out against the threat to democracy posed by the Republican Party in the upcoming election.

Self-Conceit

“What is the first business of one who practices philosophy? To get rid of self-conceit. For it is impossible for anyone to begin to learn that which he thinks he already knows.”

—Epictetus

Well, that should also be the first business of anyone that practices politics. That is obviously contrary to the current view of what is the business of the Republican Party in America.

Leadership

George Washington’s leadership style was “listen, learn, and help, then lead.”

When you meet someone that has all the answers, doesn’t listen, is not curious or show any desire or ability to learn and never lends a helping hand but only blames others, you have met a person that is the antithesis of a leader.