Saturday, December 31, 2022

Fauci

With the new year comes the end of one of the most important, beneficial careers of any public servant in American history.  

Millions of people are alive today, owing their continued existence to Doctor Anthony Fauci.   Words can hardly express the debt of gratitude we owe him. 

It is a national shame that, at the end of his long career, working behind the scenes to save lives, he would be yanked out front, into the glare of an orchestrated campaign of angry ignorance.  That he weathered this maelstrom, while staying course, is a testament to the qualities he has shared with mankind for decades.  

Tuesday, December 27, 2022

Dances with Aliens

Dances with Aliens

A few years ago, I went with some friends to see a popular new movie.  It was an adaptation from a popular video game, made into a movie.  It used lots of CGI, and other high tech tricks.  

It was visually stunning, but as I watched, it seemed all too familiar -  like I had seen it before.  Then it hit me.  James Cameron had remade Dances With Wolves, but had moved it to another planet, and colored the Indians' faces blue.  

It wasn't a bad movie – just entirely predictable.  I guess Cameron and his team decided that if you've invested hundreds of millions of dollars on special effects, you don't want to put it all at risk by plopping in untested plot elements.  

A sequel is out now, and I've heard there are a number of additional franchise sequels in the can.  So we have that to look forward to ... which is nice, I guess.  

Wednesday, December 21, 2022

Solstice Holidays

From time out of mind, long before recorded history, people facing the long cold nights of deepest winter have sheltered together around the warmth and light of fires.  They gathered for safety from the elements, companionship, and reassurance.  

Over time, the wisest learned to predict the seasonal patterns of day length, and many began to schedule these gatherings on the shortest day of the year - the winter solstice.  

We don't know what stories were first shared in these gatherings – the words having been lost to time, translation, and the vagueries of oral tradition.  But the shared warmth, light, food and drink—and the promise of longer, warmer days to come—must have lifted spirits, and given hope.  With time, the stories became an important part of these gatherings – built up and embellished year upon year.    

The Greeks were likely not the first to fit mythology to this occasion, but their stories reflect hopeful aspirations shared by all.  They explain the leafless trees, and the bare soil with the story of Hades having stolen away with Persephone, to be his queen in the underworld.  Her mother was Demeter—goddess of the harvest—who, in her heartbreak and grief, turned away from her duties to the world, turning it dark and cold.  But with Zeus's intervention, an agreement was negotiated; Hades may keep Persephone for part of the year, but each spring must return her to her Mother, who annually rejoices, returning warmth and fertility to the Earth.  

Whether the people hearing these stories took them literally, or as hopeful metaphors, we don't know.  But, as they anticipated the renewal of life in the coming spring, these stories must have nourished their hope.  

The Romans used the occasion—as they did so many—for a holiday of feasting, drinking, and the exchanging of gifts, in honor of their god Saturn.

When the Roman Empire adopted Christianity as the state religion, it made sense to adopt a holiday that was already on calendar to celebrate Christ's birthday – so Saturnalia was bumped in favor of Christmas.   

Whether you gather in this season for shelter, light, and warmth against deepest winter; to rejoice in anticipation of longer days to come; to eat, drink, and make merry; or to express reverence for a God who would send his only son to redeem the World – I celebrate alongside you.   

Happy Hanukkah, Happy Solstice, Celebrations of Light, and Merry Christmas!



Tuesday, December 20, 2022

Happy Guy - Sad Music

I just finished my first year with Spotify (thanks, Madeleine!), which means I have just gotten my first annual summary of the music I've been listening to there.  

It confirmed what I would have guessed; I'm a fairly happy guy, who listens to some occasionally morose, relentlessly sad music.  Not all of it, but enough to keep me from constantly floating away in a state of ecstasy.  

I lean toward singer-songwriter, folky stuff.  Watchhouse is my 2022 numero uno band.  I've got this one on heavy rotation – a song about a man coming to terms with his mother's passing.  It cuts me to the soul; but somehow makes me available for a renewal of joy.  

 Golden Embers