Running for Your Life: Cassandra, Curmudgeon Conundrum

Often I appear to find myself on the opposite side of the cultural divide: especially when it comes to the apparent intrusion, by my lights, of personal technology.

Thus the latest Run4YrLife idea: the Cassandra, curmudgeon conundrum.

Rather than pigeon-hole myself as a grousing grinch when it comes to cellphone addiction (Oops, there I go again …) I’m making an effort here to be more sensitive to the positive aspects of personal technology as it affects our lives.

Consider the education of our children.

Thursday (Nov. 9), while running in Prospect Park, I saw a small class of grade-school children, using a nifty green-fringed tablet to take photos – and do research while milling about on a bridge over a watercourse. I imagine them using software to identify trees and shrubs, minerals, even ducks and geese.

Perfectly benign, right?

Meanwhile, Silicon Valley poobahs like Mark Zuckerberg see a gap to fill. I’d like to think that had to do with adding employees, improving the educated “stock” in math and sciences. After all, private tech companies are seeking to take a more active role in educating our children. Wow. Imagine the poobahs thinking as the most righteous do, ie, What is more life-fulfilling than to do the selfless work of educating our children and improving their quality of life – and not insignificantly – potentially unifying our fractious society through a politics-free push to create good jobs for all people?

In other words, doing what public schools used to be equipped and funded to do. What underpaid teachers continue to be renowned for.

Could it be remotely possible that we could be seduced to think that the idea of tablets being toted around the park, children staring into them, seeing the world mediated by a screen is not connected to the goals of the likes of Mark Zuckerberg.

Alas, I fear (CURMUDGEON ALERT!) this is not about educating our kids.

It’s what John Reed says in the movie “Reds” when asked about the origin of another BIG IDEA, World War I.

“Profits,” he says.

 Next: Running for Your Life: By Your Leaf  

Running for Your Life: Gowanus Sharp Shooters !

Time was not so long ago that Brooklyn’s Gowanus neighborhood was young Al Capone’s stomping ground.
Now the fedoras are, well, worn ironically.
The man who would be Scarface apparently hung out at a pool hall on Garfield Place, between Fourth and Fifth avenues.
Now, 100 years later, Gowanus will soon be home to those who see sharp shooting not as a gang activity but FUN !!
Because on Degraw Street, between Third and Fourth avenues, coming soon (in December!) is:
KICK AXE THROWING!
As in a bar that doesn’t specialize in something like Capone-esque darts, but the throwing to targets of genuine wood-chopping, artery-spurting axes. Seriously, what could go wrong?
Ah, Brooklyn … It was so nice knowing you.

Next: Running for Your Life: Any Leaves Yet?

Running for Your Life: The Marathon

There is nothing ordinary about it.
The New York City Marathon
Think of it as the world’s largest
Outdoor church,
Or synagogue,
Or mosque,
Or sacred native space.
I’ve been to a few marathons in my time, including the granddaddy of them all:
In Boston
But in New York, on the first Sunday in November, the most unifying of nontribal events occurs,
A road race, of all things.
On Sunday (Nov. 5) I went to “worship” on Fourth Avenue at 11 a.m. to 11:30 a.m.
That part of Fourth Avenue in Brooklyn marks the 7-mile watering station of the race.
The look on so many faces at that early point in the marathon: ecstatic, joyful, proud.
And those of us watching, urging on the runners, were no less a part of the sacrament.
For one blissful half-hour, during the weekend marking the first anniversary of the Election Day
Victory of Donald Trump, I drank in the wonder that human beings can be capable of.
These runners before me didn’t come to win prizes, most, on their list of priorities, would rank the goal of getting a Personal Best time way down near the bottom.
Or so it seemed to me.
Who can forget their first New York City Marathon? Either as runner or spectator?
Comes a place, deep inside, where real, positive change is possible.
Next: Running for Your Life:  Gowanus Sharp Shooters !

Running for Your Life: Poem in Porto

A place far from what we
know
what are the sounds, the CREE-URR!
of the seagulls
beneath the clamor of voices,
laughter, scrape of chairs
rustle of brittle leaves of
the potted olive trees
the blood stirs
the heart lifts
the farther north we go
the closer the touch
until under the clothes
the hair tingles on
flesh from breastbone
to groin
not the full sink,
the descent from the cliffs,
the seagull CREE-URR!
or the wafts of ocean mist
Behold a taste. Salt on my parted lips.

Next: Running for Your Life:  Gowanus Sharp Shooters !

Running for Your Life: Words to Live By

Love trees, like dogs; human beings need a lot of work.

Next: Running for Your Life: Poem in Porto