Edutcher delivers the goods in the form of a post whenever the spirit moves him or something is said that stirs his soup or calls for historical context or hope. Plus he daily helps keep this place alive by faithfully adding a comment to whatever is posted by someone else. And that seemingly small form of presence and engagement counts for a lot, as doing so adds a relational element, a call-response quality, providing a sense of someone home out there receiving a signal.
Speaking of counting, even though this place appears to be down to the gnat's nurdle with regard to the number of posters and commenters present, the viewing numbers have been a surprise. They've increased threefold over the last several months, which means there's more than one someone home out there reading here.
It's in Lem's honor that I've been posting here, mostly with material gleaned from other blogs in the hope of maintaining levity and perspective during difficult times. I'm grateful he formed and kept this blog going for as long as he did. He now shows up with interesting links, comments and asides at the Althouse blog. And I enjoy the comments he leaves there, as they are frequently insightful, creative and on point, with his presence serving as a nice addition to the place. He recently mentioned taking on extra work delivering for Amazon in addition to Uber/Lyft work. Which means he's still working and attending to the new life he formed. Knowing that heartens me as well.
What happened to Trooper is anyone's guess. The Dude put out a call to him here a few weeks back with no response. Whose/Who's paying for this place to continue is also anyone's guess as I received no answer to that question either when I asked it after he took over. If it's TY, I'm grateful for that too and hope he is receiving what he needs to survive whatever is rolling into his personal barroom/bailiwick.
I recently read something on anger, which lurks behind some of the humor I post here in the form of cartoons that poke. I'll put it in the next comment.
"Anger has such bad press. But often, anger is the first experience of the will to live in us--to resist distortion, to engage with life. Anger is the will to live expressed in ways that are limited and even negative. But even so, it's an important energy. We're taught to repress it. And yet the words "getting angry" in Japanese mean "raising the Chi, raising the life force". We may need to get angry at first in order to survive.
The problem with anger is only when you become wedded to it as a way of life.
What we need to do to survive may be very different than what we need to do to live."
BTW, I also enjoyed and miss posts from the gritty sandpaper guy who used to share photos and stories on/about woodworking, art, music and dogs. I truly can't imagine anyone other than an angry person who wouldn't like or appreciate posts of that nature.
In fact, I thought of him the other day, as I happened to pull a book of my shelf while looking for a different one. It was a book of dog stories, entitled, "My Life in Dog Years" written by Gary Paulsen, a prolific writer of YA fiction who died last year at age 82. The last story about the dogs he's known over the course of his life is about his last one, an unusual border collie name Josh. The stories are well-told, and I had a good time reading them aloud in the car to MrM on trips to town, with much laughter and appreciation shared. No tearjerker endings but a wonderful awareness of the goodness a dog can bring to life.
Troop, as we all know, has heart problems (medical, not spiritual) and may need to keep a grip on his Irish temper. He may also be in the middle of a move from his beloved NY, as are a lot of people.
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But there is no inflation.
No posts from ed, sixty, Trooper, lem anymore? I like the MamaM posts, but miss the old gang.
Trooper posted not long ago.
I post on Gab, you wouldn't like what I might post here.
Edutcher delivers the goods in the form of a post whenever the spirit moves him or something is said that stirs his soup or calls for historical context or hope. Plus he daily helps keep this place alive by faithfully adding a comment to whatever is posted by someone else. And that seemingly small form of presence and engagement counts for a lot, as doing so adds a relational element, a call-response quality, providing a sense of someone home out there receiving a signal.
Speaking of counting, even though this place appears to be down to the gnat's nurdle with regard to the number of posters and commenters present, the viewing numbers have been a surprise. They've increased threefold over the last several months, which means there's more than one someone home out there reading here.
It's in Lem's honor that I've been posting here, mostly with material gleaned from other blogs in the hope of maintaining levity and perspective during difficult times. I'm grateful he formed and kept this blog going for as long as he did. He now shows up with interesting links, comments and asides at the Althouse blog. And I enjoy the comments he leaves there, as they are frequently insightful, creative and on point, with his presence serving as a nice addition to the place. He recently mentioned taking on extra work delivering for Amazon in addition to Uber/Lyft work. Which means he's still working and attending to the new life he formed. Knowing that heartens me as well.
What happened to Trooper is anyone's guess. The Dude put out a call to him here a few weeks back with no response. Whose/Who's paying for this place to continue is also anyone's guess as I received no answer to that question either when I asked it after he took over. If it's TY, I'm grateful for that too and hope he is receiving what he needs to survive whatever is rolling into his personal barroom/bailiwick.
I recently read something on anger, which lurks behind some of the humor I post here in the form of cartoons that poke. I'll put it in the next comment.
"Anger has such bad press. But often, anger is the first experience of the will to live in us--to resist distortion, to engage with life. Anger is the will to live expressed in ways that are limited and even negative. But even so, it's an important energy. We're taught to repress it. And yet the words "getting angry" in Japanese mean "raising the Chi, raising the life force". We may need to get angry at first in order to survive.
The problem with anger is only when you become wedded to it as a way of life.
What we need to do to survive may be very different than what we need to do to live."
BTW, I also enjoyed and miss posts from the gritty sandpaper guy who used to share photos and stories on/about woodworking, art, music and dogs. I truly can't imagine anyone other than an angry person who wouldn't like or appreciate posts of that nature.
In fact, I thought of him the other day, as I happened to pull a book of my shelf while looking for a different one. It was a book of dog stories, entitled, "My Life in Dog Years" written by Gary Paulsen, a prolific writer of YA fiction who died last year at age 82. The last story about the dogs he's known over the course of his life is about his last one, an unusual border collie name Josh. The stories are well-told, and I had a good time reading them aloud in the car to MrM on trips to town, with much laughter and appreciation shared. No tearjerker endings but a wonderful awareness of the goodness a dog can bring to life.
Mama, I am humbled and gratified.
Troop, as we all know, has heart problems (medical, not spiritual) and may need to keep a grip on his Irish temper. He may also be in the middle of a move from his beloved NY, as are a lot of people.
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