Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door. Saul Bellow
Supposedly, the taste of a madeleine caused old Marcel Proust to recall his past. Watermelon did the trick for me.
I like watermelon, but only good watermelon. Each time I eat some, I recall summer trips to visit relatives in Virginia during my early years. The drive was long and hot (glad I wasn’t driving), but the excitement of long trips erased any displeasure. These trips are always associated with black farmers selling huge watermelons off trucks beside the road (no Interstate back then) in the part of Virginia the sticks up into Maryland across the Chesapeake Bay. I recall the price: 2 cents a pound, and buying an eighteen pounder: 36 cents.
That was a time of first exposure to racial inequality, because I noticed the shacks in which those farmers dwelled.
The watermelons I buy now are round and about the size of a basketball (have I mentioned that this is a dumb sport?), but the flavor can be sublime. Most are grown in Spain, but not all are equally flavorful. Supermarket melons tend to not so good, whereas ones from my fruit and veg Turk are great...and always gives me those Proust moments.
People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought
which they seldom use.
Which might be the sound made by a dull thought...
Sorry to shatter the illusion of anyone, who believes that I am a great thinker merely because I manage to spout garbage each day in this meaningless (except for me) blog. I am, therefore I think (not the other way around). That does not make me, or anyone, a great thinker. Everyone thinks, because it’s not that hard, but not all thoughts are significant or worth repeating (like this blog).
Humans are born, and they die; in between each must keep busy. Thinking is one activity that anyone can do, regardless of race, creed, or IQ. Most thoughts are not worth repeating, even though some people persist in informing the world of their lack of wisdom and intelligence. Many confuse opinions with intelligent thought, and many fall prey to assumed erudition, when they would be better off tuning out.
Think about it...
Even the best of us are at least part-time bastards.
I am not opposed to a bit of hagiography, when I find it entertaining and little harm is done. I do not mind movies about Winston Churchill, who by all accounts was a horrible man, because I find his life interesting. Glorification of another horrible man, who was not quite as intelligent as Winston, George Custer, is not as entertaining, because he caused considerable unnecessary suffering (including the death of a relative). I do not hold a grudge but do judge more critically than most.
The following, found in Slate, is kinda a follow-up to the bit I wrote yesterday about “God’s chosen nation”...
These facts should upset conservatives and liberals alike, yet they seem to merely use them when pointing fingers at each other. Each side will work separately to make things worse...
I believe that all government is evil,
and that trying to improve it is largely a waste of time.