Archive | 2009

Not with a bang but a whimper

paganhart

How many people are thinking of the last stanza of T.S. Elliot’s “The Hollow Men” these days?

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang, but a whimper.

I’m going to figure: a lot of us. Not that the world has ended.  Yet. The year’s coming to a close, though, or at least the year as marked by the Gregorian calendar.  My whimpering end to it: I let my first LD Weekend bonus shot go completely by, not even fixed ex post facto, and am going to be lucky to get my arse out of town and up to the hills in one piece, there to wait out the rest of this year amidst drifts of snow and family.

In “Why I Blog,” a piece he posted/published in The Atlantic last year, Andrew Sullivan discussed the power and perils of this medium, noting this distinction:

We bloggers have scant opportunity to collect our thoughts, to wait until events have settled and a clear pattern emerges. We blog now–as news reaches us, as facts emerge. This is partly true for all journalism, which is, as its etymology suggests, daily writing, always subject to subsequent revision. And a good columnist will adjust position and judgment and even political loyalty over time, depending on events. But a blog is not so much daily writing as hourly writing. And with that level of timeliness, the provisionality of every word is even more pressing–and the risk of error or the thrill of prescience that much greater.

He goes on:

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Girl oracle

clairvoyant

The lil’ monkey and I are talking about time. Thursday, Friday, Saturday; yesterday, today, tomorrow. Past, present, future. It grew out of a quip I’d made. I had asked her to clean up a mess she’d made, and she said — brace yourself for a shock here — “I’ll do it tomorrow!”

I reply with something wise that had once been told me. “Tomorrow never really happens, punkin! Once we get to tomorrow, it’s today. And today will have become yesterday, and the day after tomorrow is what tomorrow is.  You follow?”

I stiffle the perverse urge to blurt out “Third base!” since I knew we had a chance of making some progress on the core concepts. (Abbot and Costello aficionados, this-a-way, please.)

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Punkin? It’s Copenhagen calling.

cidsonly

Text as written:

IF YOU WONT TO YOU CAN GO TO A CLUB WE OR HVEN TO NIT/ THE CLUB IS NOW THIS CLUB IS ABOWT CHAGEEN THE THIINGS THAT MAC PEEPOS LIVS HRD CIDS ONLY

Text, translated & punctuated:

If you want to, you can go to a club we are having tonight. The club is now. This club is about changing the things that make people’s lives hard. Kids only.

Utterly unprompted, needless to say.

I overheard their first round of brainstorms, which entailed the suggestion that people not drive three days a week, in an attempt to “help save the planet.” Monday, Wednesday, and Friday were proposed, which seems quite practical. I’m gonna have to concentrate grocery runs on Tuesdays or Thursdays, of course, ’til they finish constructing that Trader Joe’s a sweet little bike ride from here.  Also, I’m going to have to wake up a HAIR earlier on M, W, and F if I’m going to get her and her carpool neighbor chum to school by 8am. In the behind-the-bike chariot. What with me and my hamburgeriness and us being juuuuust close enough to miss out on the bus service.

Not thrilled that help save the planet is already part of her natural, everyday vocabulary. Even if the challenge to do so is on my mind daily. Am thrilled, however, that we have a mind and a will like hers on the job.

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Copenhagen pictorial (6)

1953 CHP mobile, a little out of time & place

Yes, it’s a 1950-some-odd California Highway Patrol car. In downtown Copenhagen. (November 2005)

Since my last post here, much ado at the UN Climate Change Conference: roundup for day 10.  And here, “UN conference gearing up for make-or-break finale.”

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