Light/Breezes

Light/Breezes
SUNRISE AT DEATH VALLEY-Photo by Tom Cochrun

Monday, August 10, 2015

Despite Everything and a Bizarre Presidential Scenario

WILD WHAT IF
     Here's a crazy thought. The Donald could be liberal and progressives best friend.
     If Trump continues to gather a base and manages to win the GOP nomination, he makes a Bernie Sanders candidacy much more viable. Talk about a shootout between opposites!
     Eric Sevareid said you never say never in politics. Political prognosticating is a fools errand and as bloggers, web writers and cable commentators prove there are many fools. 
    With that as a disclaimer-Ohio Governor Kasich impressed even Democrats. Trump is such a bullyboy and ego freak he is a force the Republicans have to figure out.
     Hillary is precarious, despite her clear advantage. Joe Biden is the secret favorite of many traditional and liberal Democrats. If Hillary begins to falter, Joe is there.
     But wouldn't Trump vs Sanders be a kind of Cohen brothers scenario?
      
 with apologies for invading his space
OBSERVED IN SILENCE

A WAY TO A GREEN VIEW
ANOTHER FRUIT
"Feeling fine on Elderberry wine…" the Elton John song comes to mind. 
   Despite the drought, the elderberry crop seems to flourish. 
     So we dedicate this golden oldie to the crops-including squash with good posture.  


       See you down the trail.

Sunday, August 9, 2015

CATCHING JACKSON BROWNE

PASSION AND CONSCIENCE
   There is something inherently perfect in seeing Jackson Browne under the stars on a California summer night.
   A warm breeze stirs a life of memories choreographed and scored by Browne. Past edges and pieces gather in the music. Browne is a poet singer who continues to mine human complexity.
 His sense of social and planetary justice in the 21st Century rises from the roots of the music that fed and called us when we were younger.
   It's a rich fabric he weaves. Balladeer, conscience, rocker, activist, artist and star who gladly shares the spotlight with his extraordinarily talented players.
  And seeing this California minstrel who shaped the music of the West coast performing just up the coast from his roots is a special joy.
   Browne's California sound filled our Indiana home, car and places of good times and sad, moments of anger, frustration, love, loss, celebration, work, striving and spiritual quest. And his music was an allure, bidding us west.
   We've seen him many times, but this time on a California August night, it was better. As we and our concerns age, the minstrel rises again to soothe and stir us again in a way that makes the continuum of our lives one masterful song after another.



His range is still full tilt and his band are long time friends. Bob Glaub-bass, Mauricio Lewak-drums, Jeff Young-organ/piano-Greg Leisz-lap steel, pedal steel guitar, Aletha Mills vocal.
   STANDING IN THE BREECH, is the product of a mature artist who reanimates the power of our passions and conscience. In the breech is where we should be.

   See you down the line.

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Painted-Bone Dry and A Short Throw

ENCHANTED EVENING



   Marvelous summer sunsets are a California positive, helping us to survive historic drought.
IT HAPPENED BEFORE
    By 1863 the drought on the central California coast was so severe, ranchers drove starving and dehydrated cattle off bluffs into the Pacific. 
    Today ranchers have alternatives, including thinning herds. A recent walk brought all of this to mind

  It's difficult to see what the cattle may be grazing on.
DRY CREEK BEDS
   San Simeon Creek should be rushing through this. Now only traces of a flow.


  So now all of us, quadrupeds and bipeds adopt the attitude of the above lady-what's up?  In the meantime we wait for El Nino.
A FIVE YEAR THROW
    Five years ago this summer-the Journalism Hall of Fame induction. The ceremony was in a magnificent Tudor hall in one of the historic buildings on the campus of Indiana University which now houses the Hall of Fame in the Ernie Pyle Center.
  You can link here to learn more about the particulars.
  This summer my thoughts are with former president Ray Moscowitz who presented me with the Crystal plaque. A great newspaper editor who oversaw operations for 14 papers in his career, Ray is battling a brain tumor. He faces the challenge with the same zeal and forthrightness that he practiced journalism. Ray is a 2002 inductee.
  Also proud of my former colleague and longtime friend Kevin Finch. Kevin is now a professor at Washington and Lee University. You can link to his blog in the Rich Blogs column to the right of this post.
   Time certainly does fly!

   See you down the trail.

Monday, August 3, 2015

THE TEST

 MEDITATION
on an orchid bloom
 Sages advise that we take time to breath, observe and appreciate. Do we?
 THE TEST PLANET
   How clearly, how fully do we really see? A fraternity brother who lead a successful ad agency used to talk about "ideas for a small test planet." Suppose that is true. Imagine planet earth as a lab. How are we doing?
   Remember those kindergarten report cards?
-Gets along with others
-Shares
-Respects property
-Good hygiene
-Cleans up after him/herself
-Rests at nap time
   Employing that first and foundational standard of evaluation, look again. How do we measure up at residents of this garden planet?
GREAT DIVERSIONS
   For those of you who are cinema fans, we can offer thumbs up on 3 films currently in release.
   Me, Earl and The Dying Girl-an insightful and sweet variation on a coming of age film. Cleverly done and very well acted. Bitter sweet, with emphasis on amusing and charming. The young leads, Thomas Mann, RJ Cyler and Olivia Cooke should have big careers ahead. Molly Shannon and Nick Offerman are great adult character punctuations. 
   Mr. Holmes-on its way to my all time favorites list. I'm a Holmes fan but that accounts for only a part of my reaction. They've done a super job of advancing the Conan Doyle character's arc-into his 90's. But it is Ian McKellen's masterful performance that puts this into a "classics" category.  Beautifully shot, directed and acted. Laura Linney is a good frumpy housekeeper to Holmes and her son is portrayed wonderfully by young Milo Parker. But seeing McKellen's Holmes struggle with an aging mind is superb.
    The Young and Prodigious T.S. Spivet-This is a gem! The inventive French Director Jean Pierre Jeunet has magnificently interpreted Reif Larsen's novel, staying true to the art and visual design. This is one of the "artiest" films around and it is a cute, entertaining and wise story. Kyle Catlett as the 10 year old T.S. Spivet is adorable. Helena Bonham Carter and Judy Davis lead the rest of the cast which includes a couple of character sketches that are among the best ever.

    BTW, if our test planet is being measured, efforts like these creative films must raise our score.

   See you down the trail.

Thursday, July 30, 2015

SEEING THE FUTURE and CATS IN A BOX

BEAUTY IN THE WAY IT IS
   One can't live in California without continued thought of water.
    For some it is a shroud of angst, inescapable. Others step into the challenge to conserve, educate and find a better way. Most are someplace in between. 
   Growing up where we never gave a thought to water, there was plenty, leaves me "hypersensitive" to new realities. I think those of us who live with less, those who have adjusted to finite limits, have seen into the future.
     This is not limited to California, it can be anywhere. Refugee camps are full of people who have seen the end of life as they knew it. Working poor who barely can feed children and pay rent. Those who live in cars. The good life, the good old days do not exist and for some it never did.     
   The thistle, cursed by ranchers, farmers, gardeners and landscapers is a kind of signal. In this fourth year of historic drought, the thistle flourishes and spreads. It is a survivor.
 I see beauty in these frames. This is flora that thrives, even without water.
      It is about adaptability isn't it? Some of us, some things, are better at it than others, better at learning new ways and better at survival.
      This dynamic planet, a living, changing organism appears, by our short human lens at least, in the midst of profound change. Our specie may not be responsible for all of what is underway, but we have contributed mightily and in not helpful ways. A Beijing clouded by exhaust, rivers poisoned by chemicals, dead zones of trash in the ocean are examples of changes that now imperil all of us, even those who know better and have said so. Sadly there are those who have had no say because they are yet to be born into this change.
      Despite all our cleverness we cannot bring life out of death. We can not reanimate extinct species.
      There are millions of earth brothers and sisters who are desperate and certainly in more peril than we Californians, living in one of the most beautiful places on the planet. We conserve, debate, pray for rain, bet on El Nino's, grumble, get angry about the arrogant wealthy who waste water, engineer conversion systems and wonder if luck may run out. In that way we are seeing what awaits this blue marble of a planet. 
        Forces of nature, forces of our own doing, accelerated population, advanced technology, religious and ethnic politics, bad choices, the commercialization of government and our capacity to elevate brutality over reason conspire against us. More fundamentally, there are no winners in the struggle of humankind vs "nature" or cosmic luck. There is only change.  Some of it might be good. Some of it will not.
      We bipeds are capable of great adaptation and invention and resilience. We can also make hard decisions. Making those hard and good choices, application of reason and our higher principles is how survival proceeds from here.
LISTEN TO THE 1000
   In this context, it would do us all well to pay heed to the wisdom of 1000 of the brightest minds who have said we need to make sure our Artificial Intelligence systems, are not turned into weapons. 
    On this front we need to make sure the bankers, financiers, money boys and hustlers do not prevail. 
    The statement of the 1000 is the latest in a series of signals we've been getting about the future. Are we prepared to listen?

THE CONTINUING ADVENTURES OF
HEMINGWAY AND JOY
Cats in a box, redux
   Joy on the left and Hemingway have yet to meet a box they did not like.
 A box from a recent shopping outing and left in the garage was a place they needed to be, despite the bulging of the seams.
   At least they've learned to share.

    See you down the trail.

Monday, July 27, 2015

YOU WONDER and WHO YOU GOING TO CALL?

WHO'D THUNK IT
Out on a Limb

    He said it was a true liberal's dilemma.
My friend was miffed that he found himself in league with Ted Cruz.
     "Hate to say it, but the idiot's right. Mitch McConnell is a liar."
    If you missed it, the right wing ideologue called his Senate leader a liar. That set off fireworks in the clubby old boy, old girl parlor. Republican Senators railed at Cruz for his lack of decorum and civility.
     "That's the other thing about this. As bought and paid for as most of the Senate is, I like the pretense of civility, you know, "as my honorable friend from the great state of…." and etc. Cruz is just a cur dog cretin, but McConnell is a lying son of a bitch, among other things."
     I told him he wasn't damned by association, being in alliance with both Cruz and Republican defenders. He should enjoy the show. Between Cruz and Trump the GOP is getting taken through the sawdust of the side show tents. Historic establishment Republicans are likely spinning in their graves while living traditional GOPers may be seeking identity change. 
REMEMBERING A DEFENDER
    I had my first Hell's Angels sighting the other day. It was a large public venue and in came a couple of fellows flying the colors.

    I was honestly terrified of the Hells Angels when I read of them as a high school kid. Their exploits of taking over little towns or running drug rings were no doubt amplified by movies but as a reporter a few years later I learned some of these motorcycle gangs are truly criminal gangs.
    I'm not saying these two gentlemen are anything but law-abiding and tax paying citizens who even volunteer at their church thrift shop, but seeing their famous logo stirred alive an old memory.
    The Monkey Brothers, Steverino and Dave, lived just around the corner. Monkey was not their surname but it was what all of the neighbors called them, even the vintage, proper, diminutive widow Mrs Picquaneou. Their heads were an interesting shape to say the least.  And maybe it was because they went through life being called Monkey Brothers they copped the tough guy, bully boy attitude. Dave was more passive, but older and bigger. Wiry Steverino spent his time spitting through his teeth, chewing gum or tobacco and making fists, if he wasn't pushing you, shoving you, knocking you in the back of the head or kicking over your bike.  Maybe because they lived so close, and their mother could speak to mine across the alley as they hung out wash, Steverino left my younger but bigger brother alone and gnawed at me only on rare occasions, however-
    When we went to the junior high school on the edge of the downtown, the Monkeys made friends with the Dork. They called him that, I certainly did not. He was huge for his age, and as we used to say in those days, a little slow. His upper lip hung over his jaw and it began to twitch when he was ready to "smash yer face," as I learned the hard way.
     Steverino and I were the same age and competitive ball players.  When I made the basketball team and he did not, he must have commissioned the Dork to kill me, one smashed face at a time.  
     I walked to school with a friend, Bill Paris. Bill was a good guy, a little too small for basketball but a great second baseman. A couple of times as we got to the alley where the Dork was standing by to "smash yer face" Bill tried to jump in and pull the big guy away, only to be tossed aside where Steverino started pumping away with his fists and spitting in his face. I was starting to get stomach aches thinking about having to get to school and past the face smashing. Basketball season was a blessing because we practiced after school and the Monkey Brothers and the Dork had gone their separate ways by the time I was walking home.
     I had a paper route in the same general area so some days after school I would detour to my route and collect. I was starting to feel better about things until the Dork and Steverino began laying in wait on the way to school. Two days in a row and my buddy Bill is also getting hammered and we show up at school, mussed, banged up and ashamed.
      I digress for a moment to tell you Bill had an older brother also named Dave. He was a high school guy, handsome, a letterman and popular.  He was a kind of neighborhood role model and Bill and I were embarrassed that he might learn we were getting our faces smashed and butts kicked.  
      OK, day three and I see the Dork coming out of the alley and Steverino coming at me to shove me into the Dork, when out of no where a high school letter jacket blurs into the scene and the Dork is up against a wall, his jaw being squeezed with a finger pointed in his eye. It's Dave who shoves the Dork to the ground and grabs Steverino by the back of the neck and lifts him off the ground. He tells the sprawling Dork and the shaking Monkey Brother that if they as much as say anything to his brother Bill and his friend Tom, he would be back to finish them off.
     I never saw much of the Dork after that. And Steverino seemed to go out of his way to avoid any contact. And our great Defender became a hero.  I thought about him the other evening when I saw those leather vests.
PLEASANT ENDINGS
Lana has raised a couple of giant sunflowers this year…. 
and this one reminds me a bit of the Dork.

  See you down the trail.