Muse emerges as distractions fade – Red Bluff Daily News
Annette Barbeau, with keen eyes, reading my recent column, noticed that I had used the word “imperfect” when I wrote “the 100 are an imperfect mix of actors in an imperfect world” when I would have had to use “imperfect”.
She is quite right.
However, I did not do well in English in high school. Although I had a great teacher at Miss Virginia Norvell.
Years later we became good friends and she mentioned that she loved my writing in this journal and other places, that although I was distracted by other things at school, I had apparently matured thereafter.
The woman reluctantly came to the same conclusion.
I mentioned Time magazine’s 100 most influential people issue last week. To measure the importance of this list, know that in the section reader’s choice as in the editorial choice of the magazine, Britney Spears took first place with 4% of the nearly 1.8 million votes cast.
What else to say than to quote the famous saying of HL Mencken (1880-1956): “No one has ever gone bankrupt by underestimating the intelligence of the American public.
Another observation of the strange game of baseball.
A custom has developed, when a player is involved in a score, and leaves the field of play, he will be greeted by his teammates, in the canoe, by touching him in a certain way, and by returning the gesture to him. . It might come in the form of a high five or just a touch of the hand, but all players expect to experience this ritual. I guess a manager a few years ago suggested this ritual to develop camaraderie within his team.
However, Missus and I have witnessed the reverse, where the canoe players, jokingly, spontaneously agree to ignore a player who, for example, has just hit a grand slam home run. He, being plugged in, will quickly recognize the shun and try to ignore it, until everyone pulls apart and slaps him. Either way, custom will prevail among gamers, with the game being adults playing childhood games.
Monster trucks were recently on display at the fairgrounds. Although I did not attend this event, I suspect that they mostly appeal to truck owners and those who took auto mechanics classes in high school, who would be interested to see what monstrous modifications can be made to your. conventional van and what chaos they could create if all were allowed in an arena at the same time.
Since these monster trucks seemingly run without mufflers, the noisier they are, the better. Our big dog Jazz, however, didn’t like their noise level even though they were a mile away. I think the owners living nearby share Jazz’s distress.
Speaking of pickup trucks, readers may have recently seen a few sporting full-size American flags. In my day, flags, if they were displayed in vehicles, would have been related to a holiday or event. For example, the display of our flag is de rigueur at the Red Bluff Round-Up. It reinforces a patriotic theme, that we are all united in the defense of our country, and beware of the country attacking us, or the person who might attempt to burn our flag, but you know it.
However, I perceive another possible reason for the display of the pickup flag: it has become a political or personal statement by the pickup owner, that our ‘way of life’ is being questioned or compromised, and the owner, for his part, is not going to take it lying down. “Don’t step on me” so to speak. A militia-type statement, do you think?
By the way, Samuel Johnson (1709-1784) wrote that “patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.”
Beware of the irrational, however seductive it may be. Flee from the ‘transcendent’ and anyone who invites you to subordinate or annihilate yourself. Beware of compassion; prefer dignity for yourself and for yourself. others. Don’t be afraid of being seen as arrogant or selfish. Imagine all experts as if they are mammals. Never be a spectator of injustice or stupidity. Look for arguments and arguments for them “oneself; the grave will provide plenty of time for silence. Suspect your own motives, and apologies, don’t live for others more than you would expect others to live for you. Christophe Hitchens.”
Worth the detour.
Two middle-aged bachelors, Kay and Mathilde, went to the zoo one afternoon. When they reached the gorilla enclosure, the gorilla suddenly grabbed and stroked Mathilde.
A few weeks later, the two women met and Kay asked Matilda how she was after the gorilla episode.
“Well, how do you think,” said Mathilde. “He didn’t call, he didn’t write…”
Robert Minch is a longtime resident of Red Bluff, former columnist for Corning Daily Observer and Meat Industry magazine and author of “The Knocking Pen” plus his new book “We Said”. He can be contacted at [email protected]