Sunday, September 4, 2016


Ashes slip from hand
to earth.  Tears wet some.  Others
settle in.  Selah.


Monday, August 15, 2016

Image and Technology, Daniel Boorstin has a say

This  is a good time to re-post a trenchant  quotation  by the Swiss novelist Max Frisch"

"Technology...the knack of so arranging the world  that we don't have to  experience  it."

The above quotation is found on the title page of "THE IMAGE", a book written by Daniel J. Boorstin and published in 1962.

The book is  divided into six sections, titled as follows:

1.  From News Gathering to News Making
     A Flood of Pseudo-Events

2.  From Hero to Celebrity
     The Human Pseudo-Event

3.From Traveler to Tourist
   The Lost Art of Travel

4.  From Shapes to  Shadows
     Dissolving Forms

5.  From Ideal to Image
     The Search for Self-Fulfilling Prophecies

6.  From the American Dream to  American Illusions?
     The Self-Deceiving Magic of Prestige

Sound intriguing?  Read it.  You won't regret it.  Maybe.


Friday, June 10, 2016

Medical shame

I received a card from my primary care doctor today.  He has acquired a new name.  Now he is called The Medical Group of South Florida.

In the card, the good doctor is quoted as follows:

"The time I spend with a patient is the most vital ingredient of excellence in medical practice.  There are no shortcuts or substitutions."

That quote is followed by this statement:

We are living in a time of extraordinary medical technological advances.  I strongly believe  that we are losing ground on the other important side of the medical balance, the personal touch or human side.That is why I will now concentrate on a smaller number of patients called Concierge Medicine.

I look forward to you becoming part of the exciting times in our relationship.

This is followed by a list of services that will be part of Concierge Medicine.

They include:
Same day appointments, if needed.
Patients have 24/7 access to the doctor.
Minimal office waits.
Etc, etc.
The cost per person is $3000.00.  Per couple $5000.00.

that's one way to reduce the workload.  Separate the wealthy from the not-so-wealthy.
The gentrification  of our social structure continues apace.


Thursday, March 24, 2016

Such beauty in one sentence.

"It is an uneasy lot at best, to be what we call highly taught and yet not to enjoy;  to be present at this great spectacle of life and never to be liberated from a small hungry shivering self - never to be fully possessed by the glory we behold, never to have our consciousness rapturously transformed into the vividness of a thought, the ardour of a passion, the energy of an action, but always to be scholarly and uninspired, ambitious and timid, scrupulous and dimsighted."

- George Eliot


Thursday, January 28, 2016

I believe this.

An economy cannot sustain itself without giving back.

Wendell Berry


Friday, October 23, 2015

Corey Jones and the Law

I haven't written about the various controversial  police shootings of black people around the nation this year.
But the killing of Corey Jones  was just a few miles down the road, and the victim was a friend of someone I know and admire.
I needed to post something.
So I rummaged through some of my books and found what I wanted in Loren Eiseley's autobiography "All The Strange Hours."  In Section 1, Chapter 6 (titled Toads and Men).

In this chapter, Eiseley writes about his days 'riding the rails' in the 1930's and how he and men like him were stoned or beaten or occasionally shot for 'breaking the law.'

Eiseley writes "I continued my meanderings on foot.  I wasn't tearing through the night on express trains any longer.  I avoided cops.  I avoided jails."
and then he writes:

"By no one but the law could I be regarded as dangerous."

That's my comment.   It doesn't solve the problem but I believe it does define it.


Wednesday, July 29, 2015


I apologize for neglecting this blog.  The few readers I have deserve better.

Closing with this poem by Robert Frost:


Age saw two quiet children
Go loving by at twilight,
He knew not whether homeward,
Or outward from the village,
Or (chimes were ringing) churchward.
He waited (they were strangers)
Till they were out of hearing
To bid them both be happy.
Be happy, happy, happy,
And seize the day of pleasure.
The age-long theme is Age's.
'Twas Age imposed on poems
Their gather-roses burden
To warn against the danger
That overtaken lovers
From being overflooded
With happiness should have it
And yet not know they have it.
But bid life seize the present?
It lives less in the present
Than in the future always,
And less in both together
Than in the past.  The present
Is too much for the senses,
Too crowding, too confusing -
Too present to imagine.