It's First Tuesday (Jan. 24) for President Trump -- and the news wires and social media are thrumming with stories about, well, just how the new president is set on doing everything the campaigning candidate said he was going to do.
For the most part, you've got to be impressed so far with the response of the media, which didn't exactly win friends with the way in which it influenced people during the US Election 2016. As in, never in modern US history have so many mainstream news names endorsed a single person for president: and no, it wasn't Donald Trump.
So, when it comes to the dissenters, we need fresh voices. (I'm looking at you Bill Maher, whose MAKE AMERICA SANE AGAIN slogan is as fresh as bin lettuce.)
Like the current Village Voice. Two must-read pieces appeared in the most recent Voice, one by Joy Connolly that likens the prospects for the current presidency to the last days of the Roman republic http://bit.ly/2jWjeIp and the second by the novelist and intellectual Aleksandar Hemon http://bit.ly/2jZCDc3.
The theme? Wanted: New Ideas. It's going to be a helluva ride, and we need new ideas and fresh approaches to dissent to keep it real.
Next: Running for Your Life: Race Ahead
Running for Your Life: Fraught Friday
For those of you who think Friday is Ground Zero in the
count of America Lost, consider this article entitled “The Wrecking Crew” by
Thomas Frank in Harper’s Magazine. http://bit.ly/2k56ZKv.
Publication date: August 2008, three months before the two-term
Obama administration got its start, on Election Day 2008.
As my previous post intimated, the barricades loom. But go informed.
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Your Life: Wanted: New Ideas
Running for Your Life: Irony Watch – Beyond Coincidence
[Context: Back in street telephone days, the phrase grammar
school was synonymous with elementary school.]
While gym running on the treadmill in Park Slope, Brooklyn,
on Monday (Jan. 16), I saw through the window a young woman carrying a protest placard. The vibe
was similar to a pissed-off looking fella in a beard I’d noticed on the same
block a day earlier. He was wearing a “NOT MY PRESIDENT” ball cap.
The NMP protester’s placard-message denounced those who
would on Friday (Inauguration Day) proclaim any kind of legitimate hold to “THIER
AMERICA.”
Resist, yes. But not in ignorance.
Or maybe I’m missing the point. That the illiterate message
is meant to convey the crisis in the country’s single greatest government potential:
“grammar” schools.
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Your Life: Wanted: New Ideas
Running for Your Life: Rituals
“The Path,” a book of introduction to Chinese philosophy,
has an interesting approach to how we can subtly alter our relationship to happiness.
Consider the observation: “I’m sorry, but that’s not the way
I am, I can’t [do, feel good about] that.”
Normally we think of this aspect of our personality in a
clear-cut way, ie, a moral regard for those less fortunate than us, say, or
more trivially, favoring dogs over cats, not taking sugar in your coffee.
Change, though, as “The Path” asserts infects from the small
cuts.
A man barges ahead of you at the open doorway of a subway
car from which you are preparing to leave. Courtesy has it that those quitting a public
space should be afforded the room to exit before the person accepts the
privilege of riding.
What is your response? Judgment and anger at the social code
breaker? Or a smile and a shrug? How does this ritual play out within you? An
added stressor to your workday commute? Or as something that you concede as
simply beyond your control?
When it comes to wee rituals, that moment of judgment is key.
“The Path” would have us be aware of the judgment and where it takes you. Maybe
the next time your judgment is equally harsh, but you stop short of anger. In
that way, your daily rituals alter. Bit by bit.
I am on a four-mile run [on Jan. 12] when I overhear a woman
say, and “those other apartments, they will be geared to lower incomes.”
I admit my first response to hearing that was to reflect on
my superiority to those with “lower incomes.” Instead, of just neutrally
absorbing the information. Change happens in the smallest cuts.
Teachers, as I
wrote about last post, in New York City are those of lower incomes, as are beloved
nannies, retired people on fixed incomes.
Mental spaces are places of daily ritual – it is not a
phrase restricted to teeth-brushing, and dog-walking, etc. Or so says, “The
Path.” That the way you are is, believe it or not, subject to change.
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Life: Wanted: New Ideas
Running for Your Life: Irony Watch – Beyond Coincidence
Seen on bus panel advertising:
Handsome, well-dressed man in the New York City subway.
Message: One-Year MBA for, uh, MERCY College
Slogan: For Those With a Passion to Get Ahead
Context: Life can be most richly lived in the briefest of
moments.
One of my most gratifying conversations over the holidays
occurred in my daughter’s bar and grill in Prospect Heights, Brooklyn.
As M and I were leaving on New Year’s Eve, I met K, a
teacher. I proceeded to tell K how back in my hometown of Owen Sound, Ontario,
the people who were the pillars of the community if not the local heroes were
invariably teachers. I had not talked to many public school teachers during the
holidays – so I took the opportunity of telling her how much I valued her
profession. She smiled, thanked me and wished me a Happy New Year.
Happiness, of course, is in the eye of the beholder.
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Your Life: Rituals!
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