I remember "Ice Fog". It never happens in the City. However I remember being with friends long ago driving around upper Vermont. We drove into something we'd none of us had ever seen before. A shimmering fog. We stopped got out, and walked in it. It was an actual fog of ice crystals. A fog of diamonds. So amazing. A routine miracle of nature. I say routine because nature just does this,...if we would just stop, and look.
( Below more posts about the evils in the same world with "Ice Fog".) ...it's just funny that way.
I just read from "Forbes" how one of Trumps son's funneled Cancer Charity funds into his person accounts. He did it legal, but he did it because he could. I'm reluctant to have bigotry against a whole class. Perhaps it's more a moral sense of exasperation. The very wealthy some of them, seem so cut off from their humanity. In the same way that desperation makes the poor self destructive excess wealth seems to do the same thing.
The wealthy have the means to heal themselves of destructive inclinations...the poor have social services which reluctantly barely feeds them.
Of course not all the poor, and not all the well off are destructive, but too many are. The current irrational materialists values enforce this situation. We live with a kind of national cultural undiagnosed metal illness. It's very much like what Malcom X said about racism. To paraphrase..."Racism is a form if Insanity,...it makes it's perpetrators, and it's victims both insane".
As does wealth, and poverty.
I'm just looking at our present national situation from a metal health angle. Our whole society is living with, as I say. We're all living in a republic with a vast undiagnosed form of mass cultural insanity. One the not only permits a gigantic disparity in the means of basic survival,...but encourages it.
Exactly where I used to stand on the Subway. I did this as a kid,...all New York kids do.
I remember a conductor telling a story to another passenger this about a guy standing there looking out. When a loose low hanging pipe crashed through the glass impaling the guy. Tearing the top of his head off.
I still stand at the front sometimes looking out though.
For the past few daze I've taken an attempted break from being traumatized. I've been in the mists of dreams, and wonderings. They're keeping me alive this wispy world of shadows, and visions."Brightly Floating" as the sign sez. I'm busy drifting, and dreaming about this life. My mortality. Oh life you are so strange so terrible wondrous so short. Mortality mine is no longer a distant rumor a vague imagining. I've sailed just off it's coast, and seen it's mountains mysterious valleys landscapes. Even so I have felt the Bright Wonder of my Life. Every day a Miracle of sensations. Walking sleeping hot showers books sorting laundry talking to friends on the phone tapping away on the computer going shopping watching families be families birds cats bugs the wind the rain, and dreams of the perhaps coming snows. All this, and the everyday attempting to decipher my medical forms benefits rules balancing a small income all that strange, and silly old person stuff. Wonder upon wonder.
I lay in bed, and listen to my Heart beat. It sounds just as it did when I was little, and wondered at every new thing. "Ba~bap~Ba~bap~Ba~bap" ...it sounded through my pillow as a boy, and still now it goes on, and on. Hardly a missed beat in near a 100 years.
As I said on my birthday, "....'closer to 100 than 20".
So far today. Just getting over a bad cold. I'm sitting reading looking out the window went out for a
bit surfed the 'net so much confused rage, and pain all over it shut it off ate some cookies...most of a box did some small repairs...spackle on little cracks at the base boards read some more went back on the web, and watched old footage of German soldiers surrendering.
Signal Corps footage all silent.
Old men young boys surrendering. Their numb faces blank. Underneath in the YouTube comments people posting racist pro-Nazi stuff. I sat thinking about the past present future. I think we're the only animals that do this. Maybe the cetaceans too, but mostly just us.
It's cold now. I needed my winter coat when I went out. Everything had that late fall light. The sun at a lower angle. The colors fading to brown on the trees winter coming leaves to fall soon. Read more.
I remembered what I wanted to tell you. Years ago. I'd do the midnight to six am on air shift. This happened because many hosts sometimes just wouldn't show up or the recorded programs just weren't around. So as the on duty engineer I'd read stories, and play music.
This to keep company with whoever was out there.
Sometimes my radio pals were about. Max Anne Sharon R. Paul. We'd hold forth by telling stories of our collective century of on air radio adventures. Sometimes spontaneously I'd howl like a wolf. I'd howl, and howl. My dear friends would howl with me. I invited all listening to join. We'd howl into the deep deep night. We in the studio, and those alone with their radios howling.
Here are Harry, and Ron's wedding snaps. It was a sweet affair. Even Walt Disney came,..well his head did,...eh in a glass case on wheels. Anyway most of the community of fictional characters of film comix books, and drug hallucinations were present. "Wonder Woman" performed the service, "Bob the Bunny" ran security, and "Spider Man" was best man,...or person. I was hired as wedding photographer.
...still haven't got paid yet though.
Well that's okay I took it out in booze, and steaks at the buffet.
Ron above about to be Baptized into the "Order of the Kindly" before the Nuptual.
This at the Grand Temple of the Holy Boy.
There was a discordant note when that Alabama Judge guy Roy Moore showed up with some drunk Girl Scouts. He said it was fine since he asked their folks if he could get them drunk before he raped them. One of the girl scouts passed out at this point. That's "okay" he said. Seems he had another tied up in the trunk of his car. Anyway when he tried to pass out his campaign crap Harry had him thrown out by the "Hulk", and "Punisher".
After "Bob the Bunny" cuffed him ol' "Punisher" kinda went medieval on da judge. "Hulk, and "Wonder Woman" had to pulled him off the evil jerk. "Wonder Woman" rescued the little girls, and the crowd chased Moore into the next county. Anyway when shit calmed down we had a swell wedding party. Even the spirits of Harry Haye Ralph Chubb, and Walt Whitman made an appearance.
Yep except for that party crashing rapist it was a swell night.