Monday’s Blog; Second Warning to Humanity

Twenty-five years ago, the Union of Concerned Scientists and more than 1700 independent scientists, including the majority of living Nobel laureates in the sciences, penned the 1992 “World Scientists’ Warning to Humanity”  Author Anthony Deorr notes this event in the Sunday times article of 11 19 17.  He re-issues a second warning to humanity to care for our planet. The first message was in 1992 and what has changed? Deorr has heeded the recycling and care advice about the way most of us have, insufficiently. He worries about what he meant to do, has done, hasn’t done and about his great granddaughter having to clean up his detritus (detriments)  years later. 

For the article see https://academic.oup.com/bioscience/advance-article/doi/10.1093/biosci/bix125/4605229

We all lament that under the current political wave, we are going backwards, retro, loosing ground instead of advancing upon saving our environment, our right to inhabit this miraculous planet we call Earth

red fog
mist

hot steam

Recycling has many limits, regional regulations, regional edicts, regional ability to properly recycle every item that is put is recycling bins. The amount of waste is daunting in our homes, restaurants, hotels, businesses, in our lives. 

Can we be satisfied by individually do the best we can or can we unite from the grass roots to truly overcome the obstacles and tame our environments for future generations. Do we wait another 25 years for the 3rd warning to a world filled with polluted waters, polluted lands, loss of land and food for people around the worlds and for our wild creatures,

Ozone layer damage, and poor health? I try daily to take stock of my ability to do my share. It is work, it is difficult, not a new problem,  it is mandatory. Perhaps together we can fix the world. 

Ann Carol Goldberg 

 

Monday’s blog; What’s Up? Speaking in Tongues

Consider our instant responses when meeting or greeting people.  “How are you? fine thank you, how are you?  What’s up? What’s new? Long time no see,  Don’t You Know?  So nu? Let me be clear,  Let’s get together sometime, I’ll call you, What about the weather?”

The manner in how we respond to people has always fascinated me. It is especially  poignant as heard on news broadcasts, talk shows and such. An interviewee is invited as a guest, asked to share their views on the media. The interview ends and the host thanks that person before jumping to the next segment.  Instead of just a simple and quick thank you  response, invariably people utter  Automatic “canned” responses; “thank you for having me, it has been a pleasure, invite me back anytime” and other expressions of their pleasure for the invitation, Perhaps subconsciously reflecting a bit of pride, humbleness and satisfaction. 

Consider  then, the concept of speaking in tongues, a term for a phenomenon which today is better known as “automatic” or “unconscious” speech. The person is unaware of what he/she says and could talk in a foreign or made-up language, perhaps falling back into speech patterns from childhood.” Reference www.urbandictionary.com.

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Speaking in tongues is noted in ancient Greek religion and refers to people speaking in languages they do not know, usually in the midst of religious ecstasy, trance, or delirium. … Experts call this phenomenon glossolalia, a Greek compound of the words glossa, meaning tongue or “language,” and lalein, to talk.” and could be induced by either psychoactive drugs or a deep hypnotic trance.” Reference www.dictionary.com. (I would dare to add these mannerisms show in contemporary culture, in our every day lives.)

                          quick reactor

It is a sad fact that many languages become extinct every year, a great loss in the big picture. Cultural mannerisms are lost with the demise of those languages. Also, how often do messages go array through miscommunication, slips of the tongue, flippant responses without thought, or loss of focus.  

We ask” How are you?.. a sub conscious filler, a bridge while we search for the real topic of conversation or are we subconsciously asking “How is your soul,? Where are you really to day.” Automatic  speech is easy and instinctual upon greeting people, filling in time or occupying a void in conversation.

It is human to react quickly and then to enter fully into stimulating conversations. We just need the time to assess and go with the flow of the encounter and perhaps listen more carefully to the words that we utter. 

Ann Carol Goldberg

Monday’s Blog; Hamlet on the Road

I arrived in Charlottesville, VA on a Tuesday. My son and daughter in law flew to  S. Africa on Wednesday giving me 14 days alone with my delightful bright and charming grandsons (Alex) 18 and (Corey) 15. Before I arrived, I worried about such matters as my stamina to handle the drive to and from Piedmont Virginia Community College 6 days a week, will my meals meet the boy’s expectations, as they are used to menus including meats and poultry? I  am a veggie.  My rule was if you want animal, defrost it, cook it and clean it up and I will provide the rest. They both decided not to have meat and have been content with the veggie meals and my methods of preparation. Some dishes of course, were enjoyed more than others, that is not so rare, but I was very creative and had a ball. 

Eat they did, homework they did, and converse they did, big time, mostly in the car heading to school for the 27 minute ride each way. What a delight. Routines changed daily; I would drop them at school and do various errands or stay on campus all day hanging out in the library with full WiFi connection, enjoying the view from my chosen table by the window with a beautiful Mountain view and warm sun filtering through the glass.  Libraries are a weakness of mine with the advent of the internet and eBooks, I don’t spend time in libraries, bookstores, used book departments and such any more. I joke that I spent a great time of my day stroking and petting books listed under, art, writing, literature, philosophy, psychology, history …! I even participated in Alex’s modern dance class and was able to keep up as best I could with a 75 year old bod. After all, I do hard workouts every day at home.

Corey the ice cream maker guru
Don’t giggle too hard please

I branched out as time went by. The Wegman’s grocery was 8 minutes down the road, and not so far away, Whole Foods, Krogers for gas, picking up the order of raw milk, taking the boys to Dungeons and Dragons club meetings, going to movies, restaurants, attending a dance/dessert party: (armed with richly chocolate brownies) an activity as part of the family’s involvement in SCA or  Society for Creative Anachronisms, Inc. at www.sca.org. They delve deeply into the realm of living in the medieval period, so the dances are period dances aptly taught by one of the members, an activity the whole family enjoys.

Corey at the dance

Dan is one of the instrumentalists and sorely missed that evening. What warm and welcoming people they are. They even found a costume that fit me and did not hover around my ankles threatening to trip me.

Alex at the dance

Alex participates in Larping tournaments. What is that, see for yourself watching this Utube video at; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2fk91mNR2Y0. Generally, the members take on a personality and a name, make their own costumes and equipment and enjoy working and sharing with people on an international basis. 

One of the highlights of the drive to school happened on day 3.  Alex, an aspiring actor, singer and lover of drama, read to me from Shakespeare’s Act 111, scene 1 of Hamlet, Yes it includes the To Be or Not to Be soliloquy.  In my somewhat knowledgeably opinion, he read it with the desired inflections, vocal nuances and proper deportment that some aspiring Shakespearean actors strive to obtain. 

Corey reflected on his activities in the SCA mentioned above, the ups and downs in adjusting to college at age 15 in a program including home schooled students like himself. He is diligent in doing his homework, not just finishing it but making sure he is understands the work. His interests are varied and rich and he is aware that he has yet to form definite goals. Heck, some of us waver even in the upper ages. How very proud I am to be their grandparent and to be trusted to take over while the parents achieve one of their dreams, travel to S. Africa. I even revisited my ability to drive a shift Subaru not without some learning curve glitches. But it is a great car. I will do it again, but the grandsons (all 5) will grow beyond the need. I will savor this visit to Charlottesville, even easily enduring the 13F temperature, wind, some rain and a bit of snow; reliving my growing up in the lovely winters of the Northeast. Thanks for “listening.” 

Ann Carol Goldberg 2/4/18

Monday’s Blog; Meant to Be

Meant to be, fate, destiny; what words do we use to express this topic? The word from the musical Kismet is now in everyone’s vocabulary (for those over a certain age anyway) as the Turkish word for fate or destiny. It is derived from the Arabic word qusma, meaning lot or portion, In Yiddish the word is Bashert. In Arabic, you can say Qadar” or ”Maseer.  I know I, myself “overuse the term to give validity to the way things happen in every day life, the surprise encounters that seem spontaneous or accidental but I often believe there is some sort of plan or planner playing out our fate. Perhaps it is a game.

Things go awry or go well and we say there is a reason for this-it was “meant to happen” and is for the best. Otherwise how can one explain a chance encounter or unexpected outcome.  You have a fleeting thought about someone and promised yourself  you would contact them in a day or so, but just never get around to it. There they are walking down the same street, waiting near your hotel or restaurant in some strange and foreign land or simply calling you instead of visa versa. How about going on a hike and the trail offers a non-signed fork in the road. Hark, along comes some complete stranger and sets you straight. Or when bad things happen, we often say to the effect, “good can come from the bad.” Or you have some quirky episode, such as missing the exit from the highway and following your GPS that has recalculated and you end up passing or seeing a wonderful view or place you had not discovered before? 

Lucky grandmother me; I am in Charlottesville staying with my teenage grandsons. Yesterday I picked Alex up from school and drove towards home on a route I have done now for almost two weeks. There we were engrossed in a discussion analyzing particular politicians and Alex, majoring in Psychology wisely applied some of his knowledge. Engrossed we both drove by the usual exit. This took us not much out of the way but through some of the most beautiful countryside in central Virginia. I declared this Bashert and was sure this was the reason I had driven by the exit. 

As we drove up their long, dirt, turning and twisting mountain road to the farm, the real reason appeared; a beautiful albino doe, standing and starring back at us. too dark and too far away to whip out the cell phone/camera. We just savored her until she trounced onward into the woods. The unpredictable can be baffling, for the good or bad but it remains, unpredictable. The reasons for such situations may never be known.

Ann Carol Goldberg 1/3/18