Joe’s musings on Shakespeare’s comment:
Well…who knew the new gnu?
Why you dirty…….(fill in the blanks)
Some time ago I railed against a man made environmental disaster that had decimated a popular fishery . For my actions I was labeled a “tree hugger”.
More recently I applauded the efforts of a mining company in saving an old growth stand of pines near their operation. On this occasion I was likened to a “robber baron”.
Now, I may have hugged a few trees over the years, especially in my youth when I liked to climb them, but the act was only a matter of survival, I assure you. And although I certainly am guilty of having filched my share of office supplies on occasion, I “ain’t no Jesse James”, as they say.
I kind of like being called a “baron”, however I have never actually met one and other than watching the professional wrestler “Baron Von Raschke” mercilessly apply his claw hold on unwitting opponents, I have no experience in the area.
When I was a kid we had a pair of scissors at home. They were kept in a special drawer and only withdrawn at the approval of my mother, who among other things was the guardian of important stuff. They were much better than the tinny junk scissors we used for school work. Sometimes I would secretly open the drawer and take them out. I liked the solid feel and weight of them.
Later in junior high school, I noted that some of our teachers referred to scissors as “shears”. These shears were treated with even more circumspect than my mother’s scissors in the guarded drawer at home. After that I naturally associated shears with a special degree of importance…. “You may get the shears, Joseph.” …Right on Teach!
Later, working in industry I noticed that almost all scissors were referred to as “shears”. I believe “shear operator” had a certain impact, Vs “scissors cutter”. Better pay grade perhaps?
A cursory investigation finds that in theory, some define the distinction between scissors and shears by length, though not in practice. And yet many others separate the two by price, but here again a quick investigation reveals some very expensive scissors, along with some very expensive shears.
And another thing, why are they referred to as a pair? You only use one. The whole business is a shear mystery to me.
What about Fido?
People love their pets. The names of their pets sometimes reflect the pets personality…or the personality the pet owner wishes they had; Sparky, Smoky, Precious, Lucky.. for example. Other people use objects to name their pets; Tank, Diesel, to name a few.
And still others apply regal names to their furry friends; King, Duke, Lady, Prince being some of the more popular names of royalty we often find applied to our canine charges. Many dogs are named after other animals; Moose, Bear and Buck are popular monikers applied to our doggy chums .
Then there are those who simply apply “human” names to their canine companions; Hugh, Eugene, Victor….Joe??!
I’ve noticed over the years that many important men substitute initials for their given names. J. P. Morgan, E. F. Hutton, J. Edgar Hoover to name a few. I often wonder why and when the conversion was made. Is it determined by income? Age and income? Office location perhaps?
I’m thinking of converting to initials as well. J. F. Campolo Jr….I like that; very classy. Or for a little flare I’ll tack on an extra name at the end…..J. F. Campolo Jr. COOLIO…for example. As an aspiring rapper I think it would work, and as a bonus I could hold some book signings in the hood!
Too Hot to Handle
For many years Television stations featured a newscaster or two, a sportscaster and a weatherman. The newsies were the top dogs, commanding most of the programming time, usually followed by the sportscaster. The weatherman always came in last because….well….no one really took them too seriously. The weather was what it was. So the weathermen were usually a little quirky; they may have had a costume, a sidekick or some other gimmick to get people to watch.
That has changed in recent years; these days you have to have a “meteorologist”. The meteorologists are less fun; but no more accurate. They have a lot of nifty devices and use very impressive terms though. They tell us that’s important!
Many networks of late, realizing that people understand the truth about weather forecasts have come to offer a little “fluff” to smooth the hoax over a bit.
I often wonder what The Bard would say were he around today. With current politics and social instability as they are, anger and name calling are at fever pitch.The advent of the internet; featuring instant information and communication, along with the ability to remain anonymous has certainly played a roll in the phenomena.
We see an inflammatory news article, Facebook post or Tweet and immediately jump on one side of the camp,or the other, shooting flames from our computers and I-phones via social media or internet comment boards. Shakespeare would probably find the activity as irresistible as the rest of us do; using his keen observatory nature and sharp wit to skewer anyone crossing his path.
Oh cometh thou join the fun, Sir William!
John Wayne was a great actor; a tremendous film presence and an American institution. His memorabilia, often signed with his name or his moniker “The Duke” is as popular as ever. I wonder how popular all the coffee mugs, holsters, signed photos etc. would be if they were signed with his real name…Marion Morrison.
I spent six months with Nguyen Than Hoa before he was killed in the Vietnam War. I never learned how to pronounce his name, nor did he mine; however we understood each other well enough…..and I missed him when he was gone. (photo lost)
*Some weapons systems are named after indigenous people who were chased off their land.
Gotta love the Grandfolks!
*My paternal grandfather, Demetrius Campolo, was by all accounts, a tough character to live with and an even tougher character to like. He died the year I was born, but over the years, stories of his antics have rose to the surface. My grandmother Jenny, his long suffering wife, apparently got some modem of revenge when he passed. She never cared for his given name and always called him Dominic, despite the fact that calling him Dominic brought her additional grief; a commodity which she and her fourteen children already had a surplus of. (largely thanks to Demetrius) … Nevertheless, after the passing of Demetrius, Grandma Jenny had “Dominic Campolo” inscribed on his tombstone……an act of defiance with an immortal flavor. Well played Grandma!
Houston, We have a Problem…
When I was in Vietnam, the Vietnamese would often point to the name tag on my uniform and make a rocket sound, while pointing their finger toward the sky. The Apollo space program was still in play and they apparently thought their was enough similarity in Apollo and Campolo to make the connection. Sometimes the Vietnamese were a hoot.
You Slay Me
Quite a few people have been executed for treason over the years. While some have been executed for your standard, garden variety “Treason”; others have had the distinction of being executed for “High Treason”. If I’m going to be heckled, drawn, quartered and then hung; hey, do me the honor; give me a “High”.
Joe’s musings on some other things……….
To those among us who reject science and rail at folks in that endeavor, just remember it was the scientist who developed the process to extract the energy you consume in your trailer, and it was the scientist who mastered the art of metallurgy used throughout your pick-up truck, and it was the scientist who developed the process to preserve all that food at the Golden Corral.
If you find yourself engulfed in darkness, you learn Braille.
The best years of our lives come and go without our even realizing it. At the time, we think those days will never end, they slip away little by little, and we hardly take notice. When reality sets in and we realize those days will not return, the disappointment is stunning and almost unbearable.
If it was easy, everyone would do it.
Dishonesty in discord is a form of surrender.
If you don’t share this you’re a heartless servant of the devil!
Like many others today I use and follow Facebook. I use it to follow the activities of family and friends, and also to promote my writing. When I first joined FB several years ago, it was dominated by young people posting about their dating and sporting activities. After us “geezers” discovered FB it soon became festooned with recipe exchanges and medical issues.
The past two or three years has seen FB become politically polarized. It seems that many people on both sides of the spectrum feel that their political beliefs are the only ones of any value and this belief allows them to plaster my FB page with copy and paste memes, political insults, and in many cases “fake news”.
I don’t really mind someone posting their political point of view if it is original, well thought out and vetted for facts. But I very much mind the many that are none of the above. I find the whole thing irritating and discouraging; as I’m sure many others do.
If you read and follow this blog, please keep in mind that while some forums are appropriate for political ranting, others are not. DON’T KILL FACEBOOK WITH POLITICAL RANTS, hey?!
I don’t need a big chunk of money to make me happy…… a medium chunk would do.
I’ve always enjoyed listening to the Dalai Lama, Mr. Rogers, Dr. Phil and people like that. I admire their gentle and accepting nature. I often think…..Now why can’t I be like that?… .But alas……I cannot…I’ll keep working at it though.
I believe a new timetable is in order.
There is no stronger advocate for Democracy than a country that has been under Communist, Fascist, Nazi or Monarch rule for any length of time. However that democracy must be nurtured, protected, watched over and scrutinized…..lest the scoundrels have their way.
My Mom was great; she always had my back. She was a voracious reader and encouraged me to write. In my mind, she’s still looking over my shoulder covering me. Mom’s do that, even when they are gone.
The American mid-west has some of the most fertile farmland in the world. It is being paved over with concrete and asphalt at an alarming rate. Giant warehouses are popping up like mushrooms along every interstate. Ironically, these giant warehouses are used to store products imported from third world countries; who import farm goods from the U.S.
U.S. Marine stands with Vietnamese children as they watch their house burn after an Allied patrol set it ablaze after finding communist AK-47 ammunition, Jan. 13, 1971. Patrol made up of U.S. Marines and South Vietnamese popular forces searched the village, 25 miles south of Da Nang. (AP Photo) Joe’s note: Winning the hearts and minds? In my opinion this practice was one reason the war went bad. I never understood the logic behind this type of activity.
What others have to say about anything at all…………..
And at times while awake, I imagine what lunatics muse in their dreams. ~Joe
~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I on the other hand, live for nights that I can’t forget with people that I won’t remember. ~Joe
~ Gaius Octavius Thurinus ( Augustus)
(Yeah… what Auggie said)
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine. The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine. He drink whiskey Poncho drink the wine. He drink whiskey Poncho drink the wine. We met down on the fort of Rio Grande. We met down on the fort of Rio Grande.
~’70’s Rock group: War
(This is proven every day on internet posts and Facebook)
Now here’s what I’m gonna do!…..
That’s bullshit. You’re not gonna do nothin’ like that. I’ll tell you what you gonna do. You gonna get a job. That’s what you gonna do. You’re gonna get a little job. Some job a convict can get, like scraping off trays in a cafeteria. Or cleaning out toilets. And you’re gonna hold onto that job like gold. Because it is gold. Let me tell you, Jack, that is gold. You listenin’ to me? And when that man walks in at the end of the day. And he comes to see how you done, you ain’t gonna look in his eyes. You gonna look at the floor. Because you don’t want to see that fear in his eyes when you jump up & grab his face, and slam him to the floor, and make him scream & cry for his life. So you look right at the floor, Jack. Pay attention to what I’m sayin’, motherfucker! And then he’s gonna look around the room – see how you done. And he’s gonna say “Oh, you missed a little spot over there. Jeez, you didn’t get this one here. What about this little bitty spot?” And you’re gonna suck all that pain inside you, and you’re gonna clean that spot. And you’re gonna clean that spot. Until you get that shiny clean. And on Friday, you pick up your paycheck. And if you could do that, if you could do that, you could be president of Chase Manhattan… corporations! If you could do that.
~Oscar “Manny” Manheim; Runaway Train
(OK, damn Manny!)
~Walter Sobchak, The Big Lebowski
~Miguel de Cervantes
~Leonardo da Vinci
~ Oscar Wilde
“Yes, very sensible… People die of common sense, Dorian, one lost moment at a time. Life is a moment. There is no hereafter. So make it burn always with the hardest flame.”
― Oscar Wilde; The Picture of Dorian Gray
“Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.” ― Wilde
The man who doesn’t read good books has no advantage over the man who can’t read them. ~Twain
The sinews of war are infinite money. ~ Cicero
Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the clouds of war, it is humanity hanging on a cross of iron.
― Dwight D. Eisenhower
A fox looked at his shadow at sunrise and said, “I will have a camel for lunch today.” And all morning he went about looking for camels. But at noon he saw his shadow again—and he said, “A mouse will do.” ~Gibran
When logic and proportion
Have fallen slowly dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen’s off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said
“Feed your head, feed your head” ~Gracie Slick, White Rabbit
*Joe’s note; this song made infinite sense to us in Vietnam
I think now, looking back, we did not fight the enemy; we fought ourselves. And the enemy was in us. The war is over for me now, but it will always be there, the rest of my days. As I’m sure Elias will be, fighting with Barnes for what Rhah called possession of my soul. There are times since, I’ve felt like the child born of those two fathers. But, be that as it may, those of us who did make it have an obligation to build again, to teach to others what we know, and to try with what’s left of our lives to find a goodness and a meaning to this life.
The past is something that’s already happened and can never be changed. At some point, you have to give up whatever resentment you have towards people, circumstances, and experiences from your past. Otherwise, your future starts to look an awful lot like your past. ~Srinivas Rao
~ Neil Gaiman
~ Ernest Hemingway
We know what memories can bring; they bring diamonds and rust. ~Baez
I used to be known as a bullshitter but that didn’t pay anything. I began calling myself a storyteller – a little better, more prestige – but it still didn’t pay anything. I became a freelance writer. At first it was more free than lance, then I finally started getting money for my words ~Chibenashi (Jim Northrup)
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music. ~Friederich Nietzsche
After coming into contact with a religious man, I always feel the need to wash my hands. ~Nietzsche
Everything rotted and corroded there: bodies, boot leather, canvas, metal, morals. Scorched by the sun, wracked by the wind and rain of the monsoon, fighting in alien swamps and jungles, our humanity rubbed off of us just as the protective bluing rubbed off the barrels of our rifles. ~Caputo
Long you’ll live and high you’ll fly and and smiles you’ll give and tears you’ll cry and all you’ll touch and all you’ll see is all your life will ever be. ~ Pink Floyd
More to follow….