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What A Day! What A Night!

That was some humdinger of a day and night yesterday. First up, we celebrated the grandson’s graduation from pre-school. 

We followed that up by taking the grandkids across the state of Michigan to see Hope Summer Repertory’s production of Always Patsy Cline, featuring their “Grandma T” playing Louise. We weren’t the only family there for that evening’s fun and celebrations, as others made their way in from Chicago.

Watching two youngsters (4 and 2) watch their grandma on stage was a delight for this cynical SOB of a grandpa, let me tell you. 

It was quite a day. And in many ways, the weekend and the crazy week ahead is just beginning. 

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Congrats To The Grad!

Pomp and Circumstances

Congrats to my grandson Sylvester, (we call him Sly) on graduating from pre-school today.

Glad I got to attend the ceremony with his proud parents, and his oh, so skeptical sister. Her time’s coming. Now, on to bigger and better things in kindergarten this fall and beyond. 

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End Of A Crazy Wonderful Week

Too much fun was had

Well we survived. At least I think we did. We’ve spent the last week with the grandkids and to quote their father, “these two will run you into the ground.” 

A side-by-side composite of two outdoor photos taken on a wooden deck. In the photo on the left, an older man with short gray-brown hair, a beard, and a gray t-shirt smiles warmly while giving a young child a shoulder ride. The child, with shoulder-length light brown hair and a tank top, grins down at the camera while holding onto the man's head. The background shows the back of a house with large sliding glass doors and a hanging basket of pink flowers. In the photo on the right, a young toddler with blonde, wavy hair smiles widely while sitting on a colorful toy ride-on scooter. The toddler is wearing a pink, sparkly Disney Princess dress. The front of the toy scooter features bright purple, green, and yellow buttons on the handlebars.

We met some ground. That’s for sure. But it was a delightful time that I wouldn’t trade for any other as bonds get stronger, laughs got louder, and they keep figuring out all my grandpa tricks.

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U.S. Debt Tops 100% of GDP

So much winning.

So this headline popped up today.

An image containing text and a photograph from The Wall Street Journal. At the top of the image is the headline "THE WALL STREET JOURNAL." Below the headline is the text "U.S. ECONOMY" and the article title "U.S. Debt Tops 100% of GDP." This is followed by a short paragraph of text that reads: "Federal debt exceeding the size of the economy is a potent symbol of the gathering fiscal stresses on the U.S." Below this text is a photograph of people walking down a wide set of outdoor concrete stairs, with the dome of the U.S. Capitol building in the background against a cloudy, grey sky. A person in a blue jacket is in the foreground, and other people are further up the stairs. A caption below the photograph says: "The government is spending $1.33 for every dollar it collects in revenue. PHOTO: SAMUEL CORUM/GETTY IMAGES"

So much winning. My grandkids’ grandkids will be paying this off. And I’m guessing the Strait of Hormuz will be the world’s most lucrative toll. At least there will be a new ballroom.

But, hey, it’s only money right? (Actually it’s not. But that’s a story for another day.

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Seriously Unserious

No more adults left in the room

We are a decidely unserious country acceding to the demands of a child.

An overhead photograph looking down at the numbers "8647" formed by arranged seashells on light beige sand. The number '8' is made with light brown bivalve shells, while the '6', '4', and '7' are made with darker, gray and black seashells. The sand is slightly textured with wave patterns. The scene is well-lit by natural daylight.

I’m spending the week helping with the grandkids who make completely unserious demands at the drop of a hat. It may not be fun to break a heart in the moment, but it’s better than not saying “no.” Of course the grandkids move on in the blink of an eye. Unlike the supposed adults who carry and act out on grudges.

Speaking of adults, the coverage of King Charles’ speech before Congress and apparent subtle digs at the President, shows just how cowering a people we’ve become. I found a moment to listen to the things said. The brief coverage I’ve seen is treating his treatise as if it was delivered from somewhere on high. We do still have this strange infatuation with British royalty that often resembles the love/momentary hate relationship kids have with their elders.

What Charles said may have been deftly couched in subtle political speak, skilled enough that I imagine those applauding might have entirely missed the simple message urging us to grow up.

Perhaps it’s time we retired the phrase “adults in the room.”

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When There’s No Truth To Set You Free

Truth and consequences

We’ve always had a problem with something called the truth. I say “something called” because it’s always been possible to twist and turn facts and debate what is true on some levels. But in the last decade we’ve turned what could at some points in history been reasonably called an accepted truth into a discarded relic of rumination and ruination. And we’re watching the ruin of quite a few nations because of it.

Text against a solid purple background that reads, "The assassination attempt is our latest demonstration that the news is just a perpetual mass Rorschach Test. Whatever happens, people will describe and interpret it according to their priors."

The above graphic is cribbed from one of friend Michael Markham’s social media feeds. I believe it to be true. As far as it goes.

But I think we’ve gone farther than any of us would like to actually believe. The concept of truth in public discourse has become a thoroughly devalued commodity. Yet we continue to trade in it while ignoring its decline. It’s a kid’s game gone awry, played by adults who all know better, but somehow think the spectators can’t see what’s up. Or rather don’t care.

Those who chronicle these things are just as mired in the mess as those they chronicle. I’m not sure what pisses me off most. I can stomach when someone lies or misrepresents the facts for some gain. However, the bile becomes overwhelming when those who know better regurgitate it without consequence like a herd of cattle chewing cud.

At the end of the day, they’re all standing in their own shit waiting to be fed.

This comes at a time when I’m helping my daughter out with the grandkids while my son-in-law is away for work, and we’re all in the mode of teaching consequences.

Watching the larger stage where those who know better act like toddlers developing and endlessly spinning out lies when things go amiss, it’s the same game. The instincts are the same. They always have been.

The only difference is my grandkids don’t yet have the excuse of falling back on priors.

Truth is expensive. It can’t set you free if lying costs so little.

You can also find more of my writings on a variety of topics on Medium at this link, including in the publications Ellemeno and Rome. I can also be found on social media under my name as above. This site does not use affilate links. 

 

May 1st General Strike Planned. Hope It Matters

I’d like to see more urgency

There is a General Strike planned for this Friday, May 1. Quite frankly, I think it’s just going to be another in a series that have featured No Kings themed protests in the past year.

I don’t mean to demean the effort. Glad to see it happening. That said, given how each day brings something new that’s quickly absorbed into the swelling sponge of sewage that is the zeitgeist these days, I just don’t see any potential for real impact.

One of the problems with this protest is they missed the marketing boat. I get and appreciate the approach and historical tie in of calling a general strike on May 1. But those historical resonances are there for some, unfortunately not for all. Old rules don’t apply.

Also, given what I believe is still an urgent moment, that urgency seems to be fading a bit. I think the promotional pitches should have called the event MAY DAY and played that for all of the contextual danger it implies. Even the “Hold The Line” slug feels like stasis compared to movement.

I can understand the lack of urgency. There’s a growing sense that the next big moment isn’t going to happen until the midterm elections. Perhaps that’s justified in the wake of no real movement so far. But that actually makes the struggle more challenging, at the same time ground continues to be lost on so many fronts that won’t be easy to change.

But even though these efforts feel like they have weakening impacts, they do keep up some pressure. So, in the end I guess that matters.

Here’s hoping it does.

You can also find more of my writings on a variety of topics on Medium at this link, including in the publications Ellemeno and Rome. I can also be found on social media under my name as above. This site does not use affilate links. 

 

Sunday Morning Reading

Sunday Morning Reading is on hiatus this weekend as we’re trading the chaos of what’s supposed to be the adult world for spending time with the grandkids. A chaos that’s easier to understand.

Enjoy your day.

If you’re interested in just what the heck Sunday Morning Reading is all about you can read more about the origins of Sunday Morning Reading here. If you’d like more click on the Sunday Morning Reading link in the category column to check out what’s been shared on Sunday’s past. You can also find more of my writings on Medium at this link, including in the publications Ellemeno and Rome. This site does not use affilate links. 

Artists Show The Way With Guerrilla Art In DC

Tell the stories

I’ve been attempting to hightlight artists that are standing and speaking up against the trauma being visited on us by the Trump regime, so this piece is worth pointing out even if it is in The Washington Post. 

Phillip Kennicott writes that Guerrilla Art Is Flourishing In Trump’s Washington. He highlights several artists and their efforts.

One day artists will tell the story of what we’re living through,including the artists standing up and using their art to speak out in the moment.

For those upset at The Washington Post’s complicity in these traumatic times, the link above is from the web archive.

You can also find more of my writings on a variety of topics on Medium at this link, including in the publications Ellemeno and Rome. I can also be found on social media under my name as above. This site does not use affilate links. 

 

Last Night with the Kiddos

We’re heading back home in the morning after spending a few days helping my daughter out with her kids while our son-in-law is away on work. Damn, they grow up fast and furious. 

Lots of big hugs and kisses after family movie night tonight watching How To Train Your Dragon.

We’ll be back at it again soon, but it never feels like it’s soon enough.