Thankfully, I am still above ground, taking nutrition and making trouble. When asked about my take on the hereafter, I tell people that you need to go on a journey before you get there
Afterwards
bad coffee
Griping about things is part of being a sailor. I discovered this from my father, a Merchant Marine engineer, and had it confirmed while in the Navy. Griping as an art form was re-affirmed to me while working in the marine trades as a carver and catch as can boatyard worker.
Family Traditions
Humans have a prodigious ability to create and destroy. The very concept of culture ( big C or little c) is something that we are continuously developing and eliminating. So traditions exist as a process; we continually reshape them even as we celebrate them.
Down with Emojis
Online communications? Wrong topic to get me going off about.
Conventional Wisdom
I don't think of myself as a folk artist. In fact, none of the craftspeople and artists I know are comfortable with all-encompassing labels.
Forever?
Live forever? Dear Good God! Wait, maybe dear, not so good, god. There's a nasty bit of myth about the gift of eternal life. It seems that a goddess wishing to reward her mortal lover gave him eternal life. But having a busy schedule that day, she failed to include eternal youth or good health.
Bridges
Thinking about the past? Or the future?
Play Time
The other night I was having a conversation with one of my sons. He'd found a website with numerous kits for gizmos. Whatchamacallits. and gadgets. We spent a half-hour touring the site and appreciating the goodies on sale there.
JAFFA!
Acronyms have a nasty way of creeping into our daily language, nestling in, and, poof; we forget the original meaning, and they are a word of their own - if they are pronounceable. This happened to radar and other terms. You'll have to Google the meaning because I've forgotten. There see what I mean?
Late at Night
I try to avoid being up late. Staring into the fire can stir up too many memories, and nostalgia comes around stalking me from the roots of my recollections.
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