Last Days of Summer
Shhh. This is the precise instant the sun slips quietly cross the equator .. yes, heading back south .. after famously spending the past six months with us here up north.
.. I am now 'conscious' (.. in a way I was not before) that .. when our autumn begins, their spring begins.
And day-light here = night-time there (.. on the other side of the world). Everything is opposite.
» Experiencing Life with Those Less Fortunate
I asked why he chose São Paulo .. of all the places he could have gone. He shrugged and said that he thought it would be good to see how the rest of the world lives (.. as opposed to limiting his experience to the bubble that is Orange County).
"What was your biggest surprise?" I asked, recalling my own surprises at how reality often differs from expectations, "upon arriving? .. that you hadnt expected to find there?"
"The smell," he said (without hesitating) .. staring off, as if recalling some distant memory.
"Yeah," he said. "Smells like garbage there. Like rotten garbage. Never goes away."
This guy worked in an office right above the coffee shop, so I never had much time to chat with him. "Gotta go," he'd say. "Back to the mines."
His experience there in São Paulo seemed to foster a sense of compassion for those less-fortunate .. tho I somehow suspect he possesed this compassion before he ever got his passport stamped.
I respected him for that (.. especially when I think of what Einstein said). He had a quiet knowing confidence .. that you don't often find in Orange county.
Today's entry remains very much a work-in-progress. Who knows where we might end up.
The End Result of Supply-Side Economics » Rich Get Richer ($upplied)
We have reached the end of supply-side sconomics and it has become clear that the end of this road looks like this » the rich get richer. Cuz the 'suppliers' are only 'supplying' their friends (.. who happen to need it least).
Inequality sits at record levels and is getting worse every day .. unless you're rich, that is .. in which case it's getting » better. And our kids get left holding the bag (of ever-increasing IOU's).
» JFK Assassination » 50 Years (11-22)
Soon as the kids graduated, they sold everything and moved there. The place is a ghost town in winter (they tell me).
She showed me a nice time there for a weekend one summer. Stepping onto the island is like stepping off into another world.
I liked it very much. Luscious, powdery sand. Everybody is in a good mood (naturally).
» The Vineyard & Martha
I heard that the Obamas vacation at the Vineyard.
The gap-toothed girl said (as we were cruising the island Saturday nite) »
"This is where the rich people hang out. But there's not much happening here. I know a fun place. But I just wanted you to see it."
So I'm guessing that this is where the Obamas chill .. fleeting as it may have seemed. If you blink, you miss it.
Tho the island itself is definitely peaceful .. as tho all your troubles cannot make the ferryride over and must remain back on the mainland.
Nothing worisome is allowed on the Vineyard. (That is Martha's first and only rule.)
So you appreciate it more. (No, the Vineyard is nothing like the Biblical Martha.)
» Who Killed the Kennedys?
I shouted out, "Who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all, it was you and me.
You and me? How so, Mick? [ Live performance on YouTube. ]
Of all the handful of YouTube videos I saw, the one featuring Jim Garrison seemed the most reasonable. Seems this is the same perspective that spoke to Oliver Stone and which he used to craft his film.