Wordless Wednesday . . . not

I’ve been seeing them a while now . . . Wordless Wednesday posts. I’m not sure if intended as a sign of solidarity with people who can’t speak — be it for physical, emotional, or persecutory reasons — or a protest of the cacophony that surrounds us, assailing our inner and outer peace. Perhaps it’s none — or all — of them reasons. 

Whatever the reason, I don’t like it. Having spent the early part of my life fighting a heavy stutter that still occasionally frustrates me, I’m not partial to people voluntarily curtailing their voices.  

The Mirror

OK, OK . . . I suppose I should respect other people’s choices, but I — for one — aim to word, and word a lot. 

So, Wednesday . . . sure seems quiet out there. Let me put on some music . . . 

So, this post . . . I started writing Part 3 of my “We Are Doomed” series but when I write those, it changes my mood. So I put that aside for now and started to play with photos. Specifically, photos from 2009 through 2012. Why those years? I hadn’t looked at those years for a while so I went back to see if I really was as amazing as I thought at the time. 

Sure, sure, I knock myself down, show my awareness other people — many other people — are more dedicated, more talented, more creative, more, more, more than I am or ever will be . . . but, you know, I still think I’m pretty good. I mean, I won’t admit it . . . wait . . . doh!

The Skull

Pay no attention to the false modesty behind the curtain. 

So, what have I been doing? Oh, this and that. I’m very close to finishing the Michelle Maul story I’ve been working on since last year. Wait, that sounds like it’s some sort of epic . . . nope. It’s only about 15,000 words or so — something I should be able to knock out in three or four days — but it tends to sit unserviced as I do other stuff. 

Weird that, ain’t it? Here I sit, often referring to myself as someone who likes to write. Specifically, write fiction. I’ve been here in Hawaiʻi for a shade over a year with barely anything to do. By now, I should have written a couple of novels, a bunch of short stories, lots of flash fiction, and all that atop voluminous and frequent additions to this blog. 

The Train

Except . . . it feels as if the world is in the same place as I was in the above photo, unable to move as a train comes barreling down the tracks. 

It saps all motivation, the contemplation of just how much splatter there will be.

The thing is, just the effort of keeping current with the news, results in brain cells dying. Yes, the stupid does that; it done kills brain cells. You, dear reader, might assume I refer to the Head Stupid, but no. I refer to the two parties, to Liberals, to Conservatives, to the vast majority of pundits. It’s so that I can’t listen to the news anymore but I also can’t read stuff because it drips with partisanship and is aimed more at sowing discord than offering solution, educating the masses, and turning a critical eye not just on the opposition but also at themselves. 

Luckily, I have a secret weapon that helps me rebuild brain cells. Sam Harris

You know them questionnaires where they ask who you would like to meet? I used to have two answers but Hitchens passed away, so Sam Harris is all that is left. 

Even as I say that, it’s not really that I would like to meet him. It would be nice if we were friends, but seeing as we are both adults and have nothing in common, that’s just idle introspection on the fact that it would be nice having someone as articulate, as deep-thinking, as smart as Harris to sit around and shoot the bull with. Not sure what he would get out of it . . . nothing, I’m sure. 

I can, however, listen to him speak, and that’s one of the things I’ve been doing despite having heard everything available online and on his podcast. Hear it multiple times, at that. 

I know why I do it . . . it’s to hear the clarity of thought, the mastery of language, the use of logic, the ability to be convinced by a sound counterargument coupled with the ability to admit when he’s wrong about something. The honesty in discussions, in interviews, in his examination of political, religious, and social things. All qualities missing from most people in office, all the news anchors I can think of, and the vast majority of people. 

I won’t insert the videos here, but I will link his podcast, and link videos I think are well worth listening to; videos like this, this, this, and this video which also features Hitchens as he was well on his way to eventually succumb to his cancer. 

But, it’s not just Harris. Occasionally, I’ll listen to some Dave Allen for a change of pace. Kind of the same message but with a different delivery.

I’ve also been reading THIS blog . . . Crispian Jago is the author of a number of excellent graphics that can be found on the sidebar of his blog. He’s also dying of cancer and is documenting the process in a BOOK that he has online for all to read. I am particularly impressed by THIS chapter.

OK, that last thing might be a downer for some. I mean, it is and it isn’t. We can admire courage in all its forms. Still, perhaps something to bring a smile . . . 

 

I do think that focusing too much on what’s going on can lead to palpable and real issues of anxiety, unhappiness, despair, and a general feeling of hopelessness.  

My suggestion? Bring that view back . . . back to a narrower and more focused view; focus on stuff you can affect, stuff that is at least somewhat under your control. 

The Yucca Plant Seed Pods

Music and reading also help, but those are distractions of a different kind. Useful, often enjoyable, often effective, but I think one also needs to go beyond the passive and get into the active side of things. 

Spending time with family, friends (if one has some), hobbies, perhaps writing, if so inclined. 

Wait . . . that doesn’t sound quite right. Not a good example. . . 

The point is that if I look at what I can do I’m willing to do — vote, write a few letters, write a few opinion pieces — once I do those, I should move on with my life. Just. Move. On. 

Basically, forget about the stuff that weighs heavy. I’m betting that if’s you’re worried about the world now, you were likely worried eight years ago, or sixteen years ago, or thirty years ago (if you’re old enough). What did that worry actually accomplish?

Do you even remember the problems that consumed your life twenty years ago? Again, if you’re like eighteen, change that to “six months ago.” 

And yet, here you are, still living, still breathing, still making grandiose plans you’re not likely to keep and will likely blame the world for your failure to follow through with them.

The Yucca Plant Seed Pods with Salsify Seed

It’s difficult to do because the stakes seem so high, but really, how much are you willing to do? Some like to go on marches. Me? Voting and writing letters. 

I wrote about marching HERE. In the comments for that post, I wrote about a particular march held in Washington. Let me duplicate part of my argument here (copied as written with 500,000 referring to the number of marchers):

Imagine, instead, if all the people who traveled to Washington donated all that money they spent to a fund that hires lobbyists and lawyers to put pressure on elected officials and bring about lawsuits.

Let’s see . . . 500,000 * 200(travel) + 500,000 * 150(lodging) + 500,000 * 200(meals) + 500,000 * 0.25(chewing gum) = $275,125,000

That’s a lot of money to put toward enacting change. The interesting thing is that if someone asked all those people to each donate $550.25 they might have balked at it.

But, OK, if you want to march, go for it. The point is, after your march, after writing letters, after voting . . . life still has to go on. 

I know it’s difficult to “unhook” but one should practice it . . . do what you can, and stop worrying. The worrying adds nothing. It might shorten your life, in which case at least you’ll have less time to worry about. But, it might also make you miss important stuff like family, like friends, like, you know, living life.  

Again, if you enjoy worrying, getting all worked up, loosing sleep, letting every piece of news raise your heart rate and blood pressure, well, then, you must be really living the life right now.  

The Yucca Plant Seed Pods

So, what else can I write about on this wordless Wednesday?

I could show THIS or THIS video but that would be another downer. By the way, guess which video the Right Wing people are not too keen on?

Nope. Instead, how about this video:

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve felt like that guy in the video. 

Also, for them people like me who’ve been hitting the gym, some exercises you can do at home . . . 

OK, OK, that’s just plain silly.

But, on a more serious note, here’s a commentary on something I notice more and more on news shows . . . er . . . pundits shows.

For the life of me, I don’t know why so many pundits like to share what their viewers think. As if I care.

I mean, I might care if I knew the composition of the audience, their grasp of current affairs, their education level, and their propensity to use a tissue as opposed to their forefinger to clear obstructed nostrils. Unfortunately, for many of these shows, I’m imagining their audience sitting at home in their underwear, a beer in one hand and holding a phone with their other hand — a Cheetos-stained hand — trying to remember how to spell “incensed” and ending up with “incinta.”

The Yucca Plant Seed Pod with Salsify Seed

And that concludes this Wordless Wednesday post . . . although, in some places it’s already Thursday.

. . . I hear there’s also something called Throwback Thursday . . . I think it has something to do with fishing, but I’m not sure. 

These B&W photos were generated from the photos in the gallery below. You can also see them in THIS SmugMug Gallery.

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21 Responses to Wordless Wednesday . . . not

  1. colonialist says:

    I notice some words sneaked into the wordless! :)
    As usual, I gave full measure to all of them and to the pictures, and found it to be well worth the effort. Comment on the content would lead to a composition as long as the post, but in agreement rather than the opposite, so I’ll leave it there …

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  2. oneowner says:

    Worst Wordless Wednesday post, EVER! As far as wordless posts go, that is.

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  3. sandra getgood says:

    I talk a lot to my dogs. And the two cats. And,fairly often, to myself. Wednesdays, Thursdays, any day, doesn’t matter. As far as words go, I do enjoy most of the ones you write, by the way. If you get really technical, I will admit to skipping some parts, but generally speaking, your words aren’t at all disappointing. And sometimes they brighten my day.

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    • disperser says:

      That’s fine as long as they don’t talk back.

      As for skipping some words, it’s totally understandable, especially since as a regular reader you might have noticed that I tend — as old people oft do — to repeat myself.

      Still, I’m glad I can still on occasion brighten your day, especially since as a regular reader you might have noticed that I tend — as old people oft do — to repeat myself.

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  4. AnnMarie says:

    Since a picture is worth a thousand words . . . the color ones did it for me . . .spoke mighty loud and clear! I got a homey feeling when I saw the one of the mirror (recalled good times at your house in Colorado) and then all sorts of creative ideas popped into my mind when I saw the Yucca Plant Seed Pods. Good post.

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    • disperser says:

      Thank you. Both the mirror and the pictures now adorn someone else’s home, hopefully helping them achieve a homey feeling.

      The yucca macros are some of my favorites and it probably won’t be the last time they make an appearance on the blog in one form or another.

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  5. Excellent read, Emilio!

    Great photos and vids! Love the first photo and the 4th photo! Love The Expert vid! Ha, I’ve felt like that guy, too. Love his expressions! :-D

    I was going to leave a wordless comment for your Wordless Wednesday post, but then how would you know the comment was from me?!? :-D

    As someone who loves to talk AND loves to listen to other people talk…I’m so glad your wordless post wasn’t wordless! :-)

    HUGS!!! for a Talking Thursday!!! :-D

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    • disperser says:

      Thanks, diem3. Few people appreciate the effort involved in generating tediously long posts, let alone actually read them, so I do appreciate the few readers who tackle my offerings.

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      • I not only write l-o-n-g posts…
        I usually write l-o-n-g comments, too! :-)

        Mrs. Hysinga (my 10th grade English teacher) said that I was verbose. She said it so often, I think she was verbose, too! :-D HA! :-D

        The only thing I ever got into trouble for in school was being verbose. :-)

        Well, I enjoy your posts and look forward to them! :-)

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      • disperser says:

        Apparently, I’m as verbose in my writing as I’m loquacious in speech . . . although prolix would both forms of expression.

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  6. I knew it was too good to be true! Any more pictures of trains and railway lines, I like them :)

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  7. renxkyoko says:

    I swear, that video on the blue , red, transparent parallel, perpendicular that is shaped like a kitten , gave me a headache. I’m not kidding.

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