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[editors note: I thought this was interesting but If it aligns with some political ideology or some shite I did not pay any attention- I just enjoyed the strong writing style.] (and did not edit this).

Written by: Garrison Keiler

A chilly night in New York, fall in the air, geese winging along a flyway over West 91st, a lively crowd watching a playground basketball game. Unusual in these pandemic days, to hear a cheering crowd.

We’ve been isolating here since March, avoiding the dread virus, leading a life more like that of a lighthouse keeper than a New Yorker, no plays, no Fauré or Bizet or cabaret, – though Sunday we sat in a sidewalk café and had a cassoulet, a small soirée, just three of us, me and the Missus and our friend Suzanne whom I like to hang out with because she’s older than I and very lively.

She is proof that aging, though likely to be fatal, need not be dull. Gusts of talk, none of it touching on the Unmentionable. I’m fond of fall, the beauty and brevity of it. Soon the iron gates will clank shut and we descend into the dark trenches of winter.

“A person always imagines there will be more warm evenings and suppers outdoors, but fall teaches otherwise.”

And that is what makes life beautiful, the knowledge of approaching November. Last week the world was drenched with the beauty Van Gogh was crazy for and that is why we send our kids off to school, so they don’t become obsessed with beauty and godlessness and can pay attention to algorithms and multiplicity and divisiveness.

I was a mediocre student, but every fall I appeared in the classroom door, struggled through college and humanities courses of which I remember nothing at all — I should have studied auto mechanics..

— And then, when I was 27- I was hired by a radio station to work the 6 a.m. shift ...and the same fall, a magazine bought a story of mine for $500.

My monthly rent was $80. I was off to the races. We want what we cannot have. The heart wants life to go on and on. So the old writer goes on writing stories, still hopeful, though there’s plenty of evidence that you hit your peak at forty. You sit doing something you’ve done steadily since childhood and it’s still of keen interest.

And Sunday night I dreamed about writing. I’d written a book about the Soviet Union and was invited to talk about it up in the Berkshires and drove on winding roads through little hill towns to a house where I walked up a strange steep staircase with tiny steps to the attic where a dozen people sat around a table to hear my talk. I joked about who should leave first if there were a fire and nobody laughed.

They were all communists and took sharp issue with my book and shouted at me in Russian, which I understood but could not speak.

The quiet domestic pandemic life has been bringing me a wild dream life.

We bought a new TV in August to liven up our days and somehow cannot figure out how to tune in news programs — which platforms are they on — so we don’t watch them, which is a relief.

I’m tired of hearing the name in the news, don’t care to hear words that rhyme with it such as “dump,” “hump,” “lump,” “chump,” “rump,” “slump,” look at the news online and avert my eyes from the smug New York playboy face with the fruitcake hair. It’s time for the election now though it’s September. The election should’ve been held a year ago.

The man is a bad dream. I’m an American, I love hamburgers, country music, baseball, small towns on the prairie, the American September, Levi jeans, the poetry of Jim Harrison and Maxine Kumin, and this guy is a Russian who learned his English at the movies. He isn’t one of us, not even slightly.

Nonetheless, life is good.

Our happiness never depended on foreign con men. I’m here because my parents loved each other and even though Hitler had overrun much of Europe and was bombing England and people could see what was coming, Nonetheless; Those two nestled in each other’s arms and took their pleasure and I appeared in 1942, on the day of the American assault on Guadalcanal.

We got through the Forties and we’ll get through the Twenties. Water is coming out of the tap, the mail is left at the doorstep, the buses are running, and the grocery store is open, we’re in business.

The election approaches. Let’s get it done.

~ Garrison Keiler

[caught wind of this excellent piece by way of my friend Kamikaze John Kelly, who is also a writer. I'm trying to convince him this has value and he should consider https://submit.as/earthbound – some pieces for earthbound news. he's a brilliant periodical observer of society patterns wrought with common sense, and a honest warm heart, but also the kind of guy that if you cross him, well uh- you know better not to. The guy was a US Airforce pilot, and involved in the burning man project, and at present- is one of those human beings that not only understands why it's invaluable, but is actually doing the motions – He takes care of his 86 year old mother, and together it's probably a bit like the odd couple – Lemmon and Mathieu, but who knows, I've never met her. :–)

He really has profound and philosophical no-nonsense things to share, so I'm going to link him to this so he can see how it looks. Maybe he'll bite.

sincerely, ~ a human observer .

[editors note: while this is a news blog, this is actually a fantastic start- and here's why- there is a funny thing with words, most often the popular use is not the root meaning or original meaning of the glyph or word. I suppose you could suggest this is on purpose, but that's not going to make this any shorter so we skip that.]

This is a news blog, and he just wrote a poem about not belonging to any location, and not having any particular destination- of giving himself the state of liberty and that's really nice, and lovely so here we are!]
  • Here's a mini instruction guide from someone who's living it, and dancing to his own drum song. Nigel's poem is poignant,- potent, and awesome.

By nigel mitchell

I don't have a hometown, never really did. I've lived within my own world, since I was a kid. I ignore the man made boundaries, I swim the seven sea's. No continent makes me content and I will ever roam. For this abundant world truly feels like home.

sincerely, ~ a human observer .

Google Reverses Lifelong Carbon Emissions To Fight Climate Change

A few months after Microsoft pledged to undo by 2050 the climate harm it's done to the atmosphere by emitting carbon dioxide into the atmosphere, Google said it's already done so. “We have eliminated Google's entire carbon legacy,” Chief Executive Sundar Pichai said Monday in a google blog post.

From a report: Carbon dioxide, which can trap heat from the sun in the earth's atmosphere in a process called the greenhouse effect, is a key part of climate change problems humans are causing on the planet

Google said it became carbon neutral in 2007, meaning it offset carbon emissions related to its operations. That's typically done by purchasing “carbon offsets,” actions like planting trees, but carbon offsets are a complex and sometimes shady business.

The search and Android giant reversed its carbon footprint by buying “high-quality” carbon offsets, Pichai said.

me: What is a “high quality” carbon offset? come on now, you people how successful do you think you were at making most people stupi....oh wait, never mind- game on. Okay, so – clearly you're wrong, but most will never know, I would say well played but I don't think that's where your chips should rest.

** Back to the article text- **

Carbon emissions are a major issue for companies seeking to become more environmentally responsible. Google has long pushed for sustainable operations. That's easier at a profitable tech giant, though, than at a more conventional business.

But toot it because you know how to do that, not because you actually achieved this. The world is not progressive enough yet to actually commit to a solution of that scale.

”....xy zed && buying an equivalent amount of high quality trees” that some scientist calculated and then fed a formula to the UN, and other paid but well meaning busy body scientists- and then they developed with bankers and others a formulae- to represent a carbon offset to create a new pseudo economy.... for legal green washing and subsidizing of new tax brackets and incentives for businesses and so on, -

Buuut... That is not the point I am making, while it is relevant in parallel.

....Or some ** derivative ** or similar method or style of chicanery, an acceptable solution in physical affect and accuracy it is not. Thus, logically- it is not an acceptable as a solution. Does not compute.

But the complexity of this , while well thought out in this camp, is not the topic of this article. That will be covered later.


for those who play along with the super plasma brothers super sustainable earth plan, of supplanting the idea that destruction can be offset by the dollar, keep believing that, and keep buying your carbon credits.

After all is said, but not materialized into a proper reality, uh I mean ::ahem:: cough, * it's good business * , and you probably need less prozac now, so technically this could be win win, but all things considered I am just being shocking for memorability, factuality, and an eventual explanation.

I hate how complicated the world has been made, because the truth is actually always right there, but they make so much goddamn noise most people just get distracted, and the issues persist or grow more troublesome.

We need more trees, and less stupid, period.

But that's a topic for another day.

Oh and,

Until I see Sundar's 4 billion trees or so retroactive trees, to offset all those google employees driving to work, and offsetting all the whole foods employees driving to work to feed all the ravenous google folk, and so on, and so on, and all the other nth order orthagonal and normal type generative vectors of carbon use a company of that scale generates, you can shut the front door man- you did not achieve objective.

It's been since 2007, start digging and roll up that nice shirt of yours sir. If you take me to task, I will dig with you.

Don't become accustomed to the hype, and forget about reality.

image by Brieana, a quite talented professional artist and graphic designer. Get in touch with her here and check out some of her illustrations:

https://www.deviantart.com/brieana (image used without permission, but full attribution above, in the interest of promoting attention to talented people when I see it, in the spur of the moment.) Brieana, if you happen to come by here and don't like your drawing being used, I am happy to replace it. I want people to find you and ask them to ask you to draw them things and pay you, thats what I mean by cross collaborative promotion. But you don't have to promote anything I do, just enjoy if hopefully someone comes your way, I'm a bit of a chatterbox and run about 200 websites, and love helping folks. :D

But yeah google. Ugh, ha! Over and out !

sincerely, ~ a human observer .

Right now,

There are Tibetan Buddhist monks in a temple in the Himalayas.. Endlessly reciting mantras for the cessation of your suffering -

and for the flourishing of your happiness. -

Someone you haven't met yet, is already dreaming of adoring you.

Someone is writing a book ... That you will read in the next two years, that will change how you look at life.

Nuns in the Alps are in endless vigil, praying for the Holy Spirit - to alight the hearts of all of God's children.

A farmer is looking at his organic crops and whispering, “nourish them.

Someone wants to kiss you, to hold you, to make tea for you.

Someone is willing to lend you money, wants to know what your favorite food is, and treat you to a movie.

Someone in your orbit.. Has something immensely valuable to give you — for free.

Something is being invented this year – that will change how your generation .. lives, communicates, heals and passes on.

The next great song is being rehearsed.

Thousands of people are in yoga classes right now, intentionally sending light out from their heart chakras - and wrapping it around the earth.

Millions of children are assuming, that everything is amazing- and will always be that way.

Someone is in profound pain, and a few months from now, they'll be thriving like never before.

From where they are, they just can't see it.

Someone who is craving to be partnered, to be acknowledged.. To ** arrive .** ..., – ( will get ) precisely what they want — and even more.

And because that gift... Will be so fantastical in its reach and sweetness, it will quite magically alter ~

Their memory of angsty longing - and render it all, “ * So * worth the wait.”

Someone has recently cracked open their joyous, genuine nature...

Because they did the hard work- of hauling years of oppression off of their psyche —

This luminosity is * pervasive * in the ether, and is accessible to you.

Someone just this second, wished for world peace, in earnest.

Some civil servant is making sure that you get your mail, and your garbage is picked up, that the trains are running on time, and that you are generally safe.

Someone is dedicating their days to protecting your civil liberties and clean drinking water.

Someone is regaining their sanity.

Someone is coming back from the dead.

Someone is genuinely forgiving the seemingly unforgivable.

Someone is curing the incurable.

You. Me. Some. One. Now.

~ Danielle LaPorte


This is an exquisitely expressive piece of prose, and I took the liberty of formatting it from the Facebook Post where I became aware of this author, or should I say re-discovered her work, as I'd heard of, and have read- her- being a poet myself. Given that Facebook butchers content, I re-formatted it, how I imagined someone would care to read it for me, or at a coffee house somewhere- I hope the intonation, general characteristic semblance and pentameter are faithfully apropos


Okay, here are the extra thoughts. Click Read more, and it should expand.


Ah, Oh. Uh, Yeah, Hi-

Hello, World.

sincerely, ~ a human observer .

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