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James Dean vs David Niven

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I have had very few actual heroes in life, other than the obvious ones in most everyone’s family and a few tarnished icons during my recovery from the bad chemicals and ideas of the 60’s. But one character stands out to me as what I wanted to be. 

David Niven.

David Niven - IMDb

I honestly do not know much about his personal life other than he did return to England to serve during World War II.  And frankly, I don’t want to know.  If you have some disparaging information about his personal life, save the juicy tidbits for more appreciative people. I like the characters he played with sophistication and reserve. A perfect gentleman. I didn’t care that it was all an actors skill.

I wanted to be like him, but it is rather hard to look sophisticated when you have acne and a ragged old ‘52 Chevy salesman’s coup. Niven would have driven a Rolls or some other exquisitely crafted car. He smoked cigarettes taken from a silver case which were carefully fitted in an ebony and silver cigarette holder.  I smoked Lucky Strikes rolled up in a t-shirt sleeve when I could afford them, and cool required that they hang off of the bottom lip James Dean style. My school ‘buddies’ would have laughed me out of the county if I had used a cigarette holder and used a Ronson™ lighter.  Any thing other than a Zippo™ was considered … well … a little sissyfied. And trust me. It was better to be killed that be called a sissy back in those days.

fa/ - Fashion

Niven didn’t wear t-shirts.  It was either a military uniform, or a tux. He wouldn’t wear Levi’s, and if he had a leather jacket, it would be a brown pilot’s jacket, not a greasers black leather one.  Not that I could afford a motorcycle jacket back then.

I don’t recall the movie, but one scene stands out perfectly in my mind.  He was falsely accused of flirting with another mans wife, and the husband confronted him about it while he was coolly sipping brandy from a snifter and casually standing in front of a fireplace as the irate husband berated him. The man then punched him, and he carefully set the snifter on the fireplace before falling on the floor.

Tres cool!

I just never quite reached that level of sophistication as hard as I tried. I studied verital wines. Continental cuisine, new the best hotels in every city (if the ads were to be believed, anyway). I did try to dress up one level in my early 50’s, but then I was long married, and sophistication is wasted on Snookums. They don’t come more pragmatic than her. So the suits went back in the closet, the Grecian Formula and Rogain bottles dried out from misuse, and I settled in to be an old fart.  So much for my mid-life crisis!

I don’t know what triggered those thoughts today as I sit in front of the one-eyed blinking cyclops.  Perhaps it was looking at some searches for studio furniture that triggered that old lust for breeding and sophistication. Today, sophistication is taking the time to slice a sweet onion and put it on my bologna sandwich to take with my morning pills.

It's official: there's no such thing as the mid-life crisis

But failed dreams aren’t such a big tragedy when you get older.  Disillusionment is a theme with us.  We discover that politicians become corrupt very soon after being sworn in.  We discover that hucksters write the consumer guides. There really isn’t a dimes difference between a Ford and a Chevy. And winners write the history books.

So I sit back and finish my coffee, and finish this missive … no matter what happens, God is not surprised. Sometimes we just got to trust that things will be OK.

A lesson to be learned from ancient history:

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It is said that a wise traveler in a foreign land avoids politicians and social unrest.  I once was born to this land, a native sprout of its soil, but it is no longer my home.  I must remember its fate is no longer in my hands.  Yet I weep for its withered blooms of promise yet standing in the arid fields of liberty.
“Can humankind rule itself?” the authors once questioned. 
“Apparently not” the faded blossoms replied.  The people demand a King, and a King they shall receive.

Leopard Spots and the Presence of God

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 “Can the Ethiopian change his skin, or the leopard his spots?”
Jer. 13:23

Change.

A rabbi once questioned his students, “How can you tell if you have been in the presence of God?”

One student replied, “It just feels good!”

The rabbi then asked, “How do you know that it isn’t that pizza you just ate that is making you feel good?”

OK. Yeah, it is rather low-quality Zen, but the point is that feelings are not evidence of the presence of God. Over the years I have witnessed many ‘miracles’, mostly inevitabilities that were unexplainably altered, such as car crashes etc. And they have all reinforced my belief. Indeed, we are encouraged to recall those times when faith wavers. But the true evidence is that we were we changed by the event. One does not stand in the presence of God and remain unchanged.

Those times have been rare in my life, but they have occurred. The major one, of course, was the event where I moved from belief in an insane god to a sane one.  In the aftermath of my beatnik – hippie – brujo’s apprentice – child of the universe days, I was left mentally unstable to put it mildly. The potent combination of bad chemicals and bad philosophy had left its toll, and I stood on the precipice of suicide.

As I teetered near the edge mustering up the courage to leap, I had an encounter with God.  I don’t often tell others precisely what happened. It was one of those things that you would have had to have been there to understand.  But it really was a Pauline sort of road-to-Damascus moment, and I was changed forever by the experience. My path changed even though I wasn’t aware of it at the time. I was far to confused to see the subtle changes in my life.

It still was half a decade later before I finally truly broke free. I often tell people my After story was worse than my Before story.  Many teachers came and went.  An advertising account executive. A professional janitor. A huge Irish slob and a scrapper. An ex-jock used-truck salesman who was sleeping in the trucks he sold. Each one parting in time, leaving their unique gift of wisdom.

Then another one occurred at middle age, during a health crisis. I was again fully prepared to step across the abyss when God again intervened, and I was once again changed and set on a new path. That time it also took a bit of time before wisdom won the day. It was a good thing, because in many ways that second meeting was more critical than the first one.

And now I am sitting here changed and was wondering why it was necessary. It isn’t like I am going out to light the world on fire again. That time has passed, and I am now an old man moldering in his reveries. Then the reason became apparent when an old vice reared its head again, and I saw it for its empty promise.

No thanks.  I’ve taken that bus before, and really didn’t like the itinerary.

So I sit and molder some more, and watch an increasingly insane world go by.  I touch it lightly.  I am just a traveler taking in the sights as I pass through.

 

OK. Some things are hard to pass by …

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Just about the time the news begins to overwhelm me, a refreshing piece like this comes along and restores my faith in the press.

~r

Man loses penis to infection, doctor builds new one on arm

By Kayla Rivas

Published August 03, 2020

British man who lost his penis to a severe blood infection now has a new one built on his arm.

Malcolm MacDonald, whose surgeons were able to add an extra two inches to his manhood, is now awaiting final surgery to transfer it to its rightful place, reports say.

The 45-year-old had a perineum infection that worsened into sepsis, and soon he saw his fingers, toes and penis turn black, according to a report by The Sun. He was “completely gutted” when his penis fell off in 2014, though his testicles were still intact, the outlet wrote.

He reportedly nicknamed the appendage “Jimmy” and can now find the humor in the situation while he awaits the final procedure.

Malcolm MacDonald awaits a surgery to transfer the constructed penis from his arm to its rightful place. (Photo credit MEGA AGENCY)

Malcolm MacDonald awaits a surgery to transfer the constructed penis from his arm to its rightful place. (Photo credit MEGA AGENCY)

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“Of course it is mad – having a penis on your arm,” MacDonald told the outlet. “Not even I am used to it. But when you think about it, it’s actually amazing.”

Professor David Ralph at London’s University College Hospital has expertise in penile reconstruction and built MacDonald’s new penis out of a skin graft from his left arm, The Sun wrote. A tube and a hand pump are said to allow for a “mechanical erection.”

The man already has two children so he wasn’t worried about sex, the outlet wrote.

MAINE HOSPITAL SEES CORONAVIRUS RESURGENCE AFTER VISITORS LEARN OF POSITIVE TEST RESULTS WHILE ON TRIP

“It was always more about my self-confidence and simple things like using the loo,” MacDonald told The Sun.

When MacDonald was due for the operation to transfer the new penis to the groin area, he was reportedly unwell and it was pushed to a later date. The coronavirus pandemic further added to the delays.

The man hopes to have the final surgery by the end of the year, he said.

 

On Serpents, Trees, Fig Leaves and the Voice of God

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1It is very odd how our minds change as we go through life, and we hardly notice the change.  My mind at eight years old was not at all like my mind at fourteen, and my mind at twenty-one was not like mind at forty-five.  Now that I am a Septuagenarian my dreams have more and more drifted to the mystical side of things, and difficult passages of scripture begin taking on a different meaning than they did when I was middle aged.

I imagine that is the way it is supposed to be. All through scriptures, old sages and seers had a vastly different view of the world than the youngsters had.  Perhaps it is a focus thing. We obey God when we are of child creating age by having children. When we are older, that begins to take on a lesser role in driving our lives, and scripture tends to support that view.

There is an old saw in rabbinic circles that goes: In the beginning, God created heaven and Earth. If you can understand that, the rest of scripture is easy. 

The last few years I have spent meditating on the creation story, and I began seeing things in a different light. I would ponder something concerning them, and then I would take a nap, only to wake to a teaching voice explaining concepts that go beyond the simple meaning. The Pashat[1], as it is called by scholars. The Sod[2] leads you down a path where a tree is not a tree, a fruit is not a fruit, and a fig leaf is not a fig leaf.  OK … sorry. As I said: going beyond the simple meaning.

As I sat down to write this, it occurred to me that to take you to that wonderful place simply cannot be done with words. It is a revealed thing and if you are not ready to begin that search, all the fine words in the world cannot convey that which is hidden to you, because it is … well … hidden.

Not that it matters. God entertains us with his mysteries but lays out the relationship with us in amazingly simple terms and concepts.  But I so much want to share these little bat kols[3] and dreams with you even if they are only amusing to an old man. It really pains me that I cannot.

Many years ago, when I started this walk with Messiah, a wise sage with a permanently broken nose and who slept in the used trucks he sold told me that when I thought I had a divine revelation, if that vision did not get me to work Monday morning it was just my imagination and not God.  OK … another one of those stories that if you were not there, you would not understand.

But it sure is nice when God opens his mind to you and you begin to really see the depth of feeling for his fallen creation. This was not the world he intended.  This was not the life he intended for you.  And you discover that the gift of ‘free will’ was not a gift at all, but a tragedy and the results of rebellion.

I may never know what a tree in the garden really was.  At least not until I have a body that can stand in the presence of God.  But I keep pondering.


[1] Pashat.  Transliterated Hebrew word meaning simple. The simplest, most direct meaning of a word or passage.

[2] Sod. Transliterated Hebrew word meaning hidden. The mystical meaning of a word or passage

[3] Bat Kol. Transliterated Hebrew word meaning “daughter of the voice”. A voice from heaven

Derailed Doomsayer

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… As a dog returns to its vomit, so a fool repeats his folly.  Do you see a man who is wise in his own eyes? There is more hope for a fool than for him …
— Ancient Hebrew Proverb

… Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools …
— Ancient Christian quote

Most of the time I am reasonably stable, then the runaway world trains derails and starts careening down the streets wreaking havoc wherever it goes. It derails me too. I turn into a raving prophet of doom.  So here is todays doomsaying: 

When you hear people in strife torn cities crying “DEFUND THE POLICE!”, you know anarchy reins.

When you see the seething rage of a political class that cannot accept a free and fair election, you know that rational governance is gone.

When you see ‘science’ politicized as it has been in environmental studies, you know wisdom has vanished

And when a pandemic turns out to not be a pandemic and people still don’t believe it, you realize people are stupid to the roots.

 The USA was a grand experiment to see if people could govern themselves.
All the indications that I see prove they can’t wield that measure of awesome power. They will ask for and will certainly be provided a strong man who can do things for their own good. They aren’t going to like the results of that decision, however, but given that they squandered their heritage it is difficult for me to care.

This latest round of insanity by the political class, the press, and a few aggrieved minorities has me cynical.  People en masse are stupid. There is no other way to see it. Give them to a strong man who will suck what little they own and use it for himself. Their daughters, their sons, their land. It is what they demand.

To the wise, I caution you to encircle your family. Become invisible among the roaring masses. This is not a time to be casting pearls. We will not return to sanity, and should the Lord tarry, misery will reign. This is not a time of rejoicing.

Drop caps are here!

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Hallelulaja! Drop caps are here! I think.
WordPress has a new editor … now if it would only render Word documents properly

A Day to Remember

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A day to remember Mom.  Seems a bit odd that we would need a day to remember.  If God tarries and another hundred years go by, will she still be remembered? Probably not, for such is the bitterness of fallen mankind. 

But there is a hope of a future where no one is forgotten, and life is not pointless. As Paul wrote, If we have misplaced our hope, then we are the most to be pitied.

So goes my thoughts on this day we set aside to remember mother.  Yeah.  I remember mother. And she remembered her mother.  And her mother remembered her mother.

And so the sun rises, and the sun sets. Another day tics by as old Chronos marches by backwards. And time is forgotten in time.

But in eternity, nothing is forgotten.

Spraying Cooties ….

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Back in the dark ages of history we had a virus scare called the SAR’s virus.  People were saying that a normal dust mask was not good enough, and I needed an N-95 mask.  And HomeDepot had ‘em, so I needed a high-quality mask anyway for cedar flu season.

So today this comes out. Not only do you need an N-95 mask, you need a MEDICAL N-95 mask that works in both directions.

My masks have a little valve that opens when you exhale, making the mask less insufferable than the unvented types.  When you are working with poisonous chemicals, you don’t worry about your effect on them, but rather their effect on you.

But I went out amongst them today with my less that perfect mask.  It seems that I would have been better off with some paisley horror made from an old Nehru shirt.

Sorry for spraying my cooties around.
Oh well.

Snark and Coffee

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Well it is Wednesday morning at last. I have felt it was Wednesday all week. Now I can be in sync with the universe. I just hate it when I lose a day, but gaining days is a new thing. It must be a sign of oncoming senility.

The Hilarious (And Dead On) Celebrity Caricatures Of Cartoonist ...Not much on the news today. Michael the Moron (Moore)[1] is telling us about mother earth sending us a warning, and his followers dutifully nod their atheist heads in agreement. You gotta follow the science, and what can be more scientific that anthropomorphizing the planet as a “mother” who occasionally gets in a snit over the way we handle a pandemic.

I know some of my readers think Moore is a real crusader for … well … lefty things and mother earth. I think of him as an overfed hypocrite living in a private mansion on an exclusive lake shore property. Funny how well political leftists live.  There! I said it. Let the critics rage!

FBI Seal Black and White | Black and white sketches, Black and ...And percolating in the background is FBI investigative misdeeds by a cabal of political hacks inside the agency.  I will leave it to you, gentle reader, to determine just which political party this all favored.

Welcome | Affordable Tax Consultants, Inc.My facebook friends are still in lockdown, mostly. I am not officially on lockdown and I had to drive over to the tax-preparers office to sign my tax forms and pay her vigorish[2] yesterday. I have some masks left over from the SARs scare and I wore them to her office … but she didn’t wear a mask at all! Wonder if I should have called the Mayor and reported her.

Well enough of the snark and innuendo. in the end it doesn’t really matter. The sun rises, the sun sets, and life goes on whether we want to go on or not. I guess Mother Nature doen’t give a damn what I want.  No wonder I hate the [bleep]!

But this morning is a particularly beautiful sunrise of yellows and golds. Chores await the sipping of morning coffee. And one must attend to the whims of mother coffee.

Good morning!



[1] Michael Francis Moore (born April 23, 1954) is an American documentary filmmaker, author, and activist. His works frequently address the topics of globalization and capitalism.

[2] Vigorish (also known as juice, under-juice, the cut, the take, the margin, the house edge or simply the vig) is the fee charged by a bookmaker (or bookie) for accepting a gambler’s wager. In American English it can also refer to the interest owed a loanshark in consideration for credit.