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A Great Big World and Christina Aguilera

 

And now John Oliver and A Great Big World  in a very sad note:

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The Power and the Glory by J.M. Laskas

Reorganizing my stuff in preparation to move I found this clip. It is so old and it is so current. I believe you will enjoy reading this article by J.M Laskas.

 

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Uncommon Sense

By Jeanne Marie Laskas            Washington Post

 

The Power and the Glory

 

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A FEW WEEKS AGO, I was born again. Computer-wise, that is. I believe everybody should be born again. Here is my testimony:

Before I became born again I was . . . nobody. Friends with high-powered computers knew this and felt sorry for me. For months they urged me to come to their offices and witness the miracle: the World Wide Web. “You’ve got to see this! You will not believe this! This will change your life!” they said, and went on to attempt a definition of the Web: “You turn on your computer and you can go, like, anywhere.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, only half-believing. And I am not, by nature, a computer skeptic. In fact, I climbed aboard the on-line bandwagon early, having purchased my first modem more than a decade ago. Early on I became confident with telecommunications hardware and software, so that by the time the word “Internet” entered the vernacular, I felt smart and smug.

But the World Wide Web was different. I had no idea what this thing was, perhaps because my computer was not powerful enough, or because real reality kept me too busy to explore virtual reality. I think a lot of people walk around with this latter problem. We wonder: Who are these people who understand that new “Cyberscope” page in Newsweek, with all those “http: //big.ugly.mess.html” addresses and all that chatter about “home pages”?

The other reason I was reluctant to hop on the World Wide Web is that the Internet had made me a little cynical. A lot of hype over …. what? Does anybody actually know how to use the Internet? No, I don’t think anybody does. The Internet is like God: You suspect it’s there, but without a religion to organize it, it’s difficult to access.

Well, the World Wide Web is sort of like that religion. The Web organizes the chaotic Internet into a comprehensible, and most awe-inspiring, universe.

You’ve got to see this. You will not believe this. This will change your life.

Bruce, my most computer-manic friend, was the first to show me the Web. “Let’s go to the White House,” Bruce said. He clicked his mouse and a picture of the White House appeared on his screen, with options on where you could go next. “Executive Branch,” perhaps, or “Publications.” Bruce clicked “First Family.” And there appeared a handsome portrait of Bill, Hillary and Chelsea. Bruce clicked a few more times. There was: Socks. Click. “Meow.”

Okay, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking one   of three things: 1. I hate cats. 2. I like cats and all, but do I really want to learn a whole new technology just to hear Socks speak? 3. At this moment I feel just like that guy who stood next to Benjamin Franklin on the day the first hydrogen balloon was launched in America.

“Of what use is the thing?” the guy next to Franklin said.

“Of what use, sir, is a newborn baby?” Franklin answered. Somehow, he understood that the air age would be huge.

Well, the World Wide Web is equally significant, I think. But it isn’t just some high-tech sensation any more than a cathedral is merely an architectural marvel. It is an expression of the urge to create and the need to know. It is a wholly communal endeavor. It gives you what you want; it makes you want to give.

When my friend Bruce found the Web, he could not control his excitement. He devoted all of last summer to creating home pages for everyone who teaches in the English department of the university where he works. A home page is both a point of entry and a point of departure; it tells you where you are, and where else you can go. When Bruce was done, you could click here and call up a professor’s photo. Click again and you could read her course syllabuses. Click again and you could hear her read poetry from her first chapbook.

This is more than glowing text and talking heads. This is the possibility of a new sort of communion.

For instance: A good friend of mine recently found out that both her mother and her father had been told they have cancer. She visited me one evening. It was the lack of information that was her first frustration, she said. Her parents were too afraid to ask the doctors much, and my friend was too afraid to ask her parents much.

We got on the Web and entered “cancer” at a search command. Nearly a thousand entries popped up. Click here and we could go to OncoLink or CancerNet or the National Cancer Institute’s databases. Click here, here or here and we could read about new treatments. Click here and we could read stories of other people losing parents to cancer. My friend did a lot of clicking and downloading, then she did a lot of reading.

And then she began talking to her parents. And they all began talking to the doctors. The three of them don’t know yet how things will turn out, but now they’re facing fate as a family.

How strange to think that all this power is just sitting up there waiting to be pulled down, as if from the clouds. ■

 

The Washington Post

April 23, 1995

 

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Last book of Jeanne Marie Laskas   2013

 

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George Saunder’s Advice to Graduates

Unauthorized post of the Graduation Speech given by Geroge Saunders

I think you will like it.

 

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George Saunders’s Advice to Graduates

It’s long past graduation season, but we recently learned that George Saunders delivered the convocation speech at Syracuse University for the class of 2013, and George was kind enough to send it our way and allow us to reprint it here. The speech touches on some of the moments in his life and larger themes (in his life and work) that George spoke about in the profile we ran back in January — the need for kindness and all the things working against our actually achieving it, the risk in focusing too much on “success,” the trouble with swimming in a river full of monkey feces.

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The entire speech, graduation season or not, is well worth reading, and is included below.

Down through the ages, a traditional form has evolved for this type of speech, which is: Some old fart, his best years behind him, who, over the course of his life, has made a series of dreadful mistakes (that would be me), gives heartfelt advice to a group of shining, energetic young people, with all of their best years ahead of them (that would be you).

And I intend to respect that tradition.

Now, one useful thing you can do with an old person, in addition to borrowing money from them, or asking them to do one of their old-time “dances,” so you can watch, while laughing, is ask: “Looking back, what do you regret?” And they’ll tell you. Sometimes, as you know, they’ll tell you even if you haven’t asked. Sometimes, even when you’ve specifically requested they not tell you, they’ll tell you.

So: What do I regret? Being poor from time to time? Not really. Working terrible jobs, like “knuckle-puller in a slaughterhouse?” (And don’t even ASK what that entails.) No. I don’t regret that. Skinny-dipping in a river in Sumatra, a little buzzed, and looking up and seeing like 300 monkeys sitting on a pipeline, pooping down into the river, the river in which I was swimming, with my mouth open, naked? And getting deathly ill afterwards, and staying sick for the next seven months? Not so much. Do I regret the occasional humiliation? Like once, playing hockey in front of a big crowd, including this girl I really liked, I somehow managed, while falling and emitting this weird whooping noise, to score on my own goalie, while also sending my stick flying into the crowd, nearly hitting that girl? No. I don’t even regret that.

But here’s something I do regret:

In seventh grade, this new kid joined our class. In the interest of confidentiality, her Convocation Speech name will be “ELLEN.” ELLEN was small, shy. She wore these blue cat’s-eye glasses that, at the time, only old ladies wore. When nervous, which was pretty much always, she had a habit of taking a strand of hair into her mouth and chewing on it.

So she came to our school and our neighborhood, and was mostly ignored, occasionally teased (“Your hair taste good?” — that sort of thing). I could see this hurt her. I still remember the way she’d look after such an insult: eyes cast down, a little gut-kicked, as if, having just been reminded of her place in things, she was trying, as much as possible, to disappear. After awhile she’d drift away, hair-strand still in her mouth. At home, I imagined, after school, her mother would say, you know: “How was your day, sweetie?” and she’d say, “Oh, fine.” And her mother would say, “Making any friends?” and she’d go, “Sure, lots.”

Sometimes I’d see her hanging around alone in her front yard, as if afraid to leave it.

And then — they moved. That was it. No tragedy, no big final hazing.

One day she was there, next day she wasn’t.

End of story.

Now, why do I regret that? Why, forty-two years later, am I still thinking about it? Relative to most of the other kids, I was actually pretty nice to her. I never said an unkind word to her. In fact, I sometimes even (mildly) defended her.

But still. It bothers me.

So here’s something I know to be true, although it’s a little corny, and I don’t quite know what to do with it:

What I regret most in my life are failures of kindness.

Those moments when another human being was there, in front of me, suffering, and I responded . . . sensibly. Reservedly. Mildly.

Or, to look at it from the other end of the telescope: Who, in your life, do you remember most fondly, with the most undeniable feelings of warmth?

Those who were kindest to you, I bet.

It’s a little facile, maybe, and certainly hard to implement, but I’d say, as a goal in life, you could do worse than: Try to be kinder.

Now, the million-dollar question: What’s our problem? Why aren’t we kinder?

Here’s what I think:

Each of us is born with a series of built-in confusions that are probably somehow Darwinian. These are: (1) we’re central to the universe (that is, our personal story is the main and most interesting story, the only story, really); (2) we’re separate from the universe (there’s US and then, out there, all that other junk – dogs and swing-sets, and the State of Nebraska and low-hanging clouds and, you know, other people), and (3) we’re permanent (death is real, o.k., sure – for you, but not for me).

Now, we don’t really believe these things – intellectually we know better – but we believe them viscerally, and live by them, and they cause us to prioritize our own needs over the needs of others, even though what we really want, in our hearts, is to be less selfish, more aware of what’s actually happening in the present moment, more open, and more loving.

So, the second million-dollar question: How might we DO this? How might we become more loving, more open, less selfish, more present, less delusional, etc., etc?

Well, yes, good question.

Unfortunately, I only have three minutes left.

So let me just say this. There are ways. You already know that because, in your life, there have been High Kindness periods and Low Kindness periods, and you know what inclined you toward the former and away from the latter. Education is good; immersing ourselves in a work of art: good; prayer is good; meditation’s good; a frank talk with a dear friend; establishing ourselves in some kind of spiritual tradition — recognizing that there have been countless really smart people before us who have asked these same questions and left behind answers for us.

Because kindness, it turns out, is hard — it starts out all rainbows and puppy dogs, and expands to include . . . well, everything.

One thing in our favor: some of this “becoming kinder” happens naturally, with age. It might be a simple matter of attrition: as we get older, we come to see how useless it is to be selfish — how illogical, really. We come to love other people and are thereby counter-instructed in our own centrality. We get our butts kicked by real life, and people come to our defense, and help us, and we learn that we’re not separate, and don’t want to be. We see people near and dear to us dropping away, and are gradually convinced that maybe we too will drop away (someday, a long time from now). Most people, as they age, become less selfish and more loving. I think this is true. The great Syracuse poet, Hayden Carruth, said, in a poem written near the end of his life, that he was “mostly Love, now.”

And so, a prediction, and my heartfelt wish for you: as you get older, your self will diminish and you will grow in love. YOU will gradually be replaced by LOVE. If you have kids, that will be a huge moment in your process of self-diminishment. You really won’t care what happens to YOU, as long as they benefit. That’s one reason your parents are so proud and happy today. One of their fondest dreams has come true: you have accomplished something difficult and tangible that has enlarged you as a person and will make your life better, from here on in, forever.

Congratulations, by the way.

When young, we’re anxious — understandably — to find out if we’ve got what it takes. Can we succeed? Can we build a viable life for ourselves? But you — in particular you, of this generation — may have noticed a certain cyclical quality to ambition. You do well in high-school, in hopes of getting into a good college, so you can do well in the good college, in the hopes of getting a good job, so you can do well in the good job so you can . . .

And this is actually O.K. If we’re going to become kinder, that process has to include taking ourselves seriously — as doers, as accomplishers, as dreamers. We have to do that, to be our best selves.

Still, accomplishment is unreliable. “Succeeding,” whatever that might mean to you, is hard, and the need to do so constantly renews itself (success is like a mountain that keeps growing ahead of you as you hike it), and there’s the very real danger that “succeeding” will take up your whole life, while the big questions go untended.

So, quick, end-of-speech advice: Since, according to me, your life is going to be a gradual process of becoming kinder and more loving: Hurry up. Speed it along. Start right now. There’s a confusion in each of us, a sickness, really: selfishness. But there’s also a cure. So be a good and proactive and even somewhat desperate patient on your own behalf — seek out the most efficacious anti-selfishness medicines, energetically, for the rest of your life.

Do all the other things, the ambitious things — travel, get rich, get famous, innovate, lead, fall in love, make and lose fortunes, swim naked in wild jungle rivers (after first having it tested for monkey poop) – but as you do, to the extent that you can, err in the direction of kindness. Do those things that incline you toward the big questions, and avoid the things that would reduce you and make you trivial. That luminous part of you that exists beyond personality — your soul, if you will — is as bright and shining as any that has ever been. Bright as Shakespeare’s, bright as Gandhi’s, bright as Mother Teresa’s. Clear away everything that keeps you separate from this secret luminous place. Believe it exists, come to know it better, nurture it, share its fruits tirelessly.

And someday, in 80 years, when you’re 100, and I’m 134, and we’re both so kind and loving we’re nearly unbearable, drop me a line, let me know how your life has been. I hope you will say: It has been so wonderful.

Congratulations, Class of 2013.

I wish you great happiness, all the luck in the world, and a beautiful summer.


This post has been revised to reflect the following correction:

Correction: August 9, 2013

An earlier version of this post misspelled Mother Teresa’s name as Theresa.

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Aquarius Hollywood Florida 2013

Aquarius Hollywood Florida

 

Our Apartment in Hollywood, Florida   April 2013

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Toles visits Dali

Toles visits Salvador Dali

 

In the Washington Post of February 18th., 2014 Tom Toles celebrates the genius of Salvador Dali with a somehow  macabre cartoon. It would be comic if it was less realistic.

Persistence of Procrastination

And the original:

Salvador Dali:  Persistence of Memory, 1931

Museum of Modern Art, New York.

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Por que repetir erros velhos se há tantos erros novos para cometer? Bertrand Russel

Por que repetir erros velhos se há tantos erros novos para cometer?  Bertrand Russel

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Happiness is an inside job. W. A. Ward

Happiness is an inside job.      W. A. Ward

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