You know you will. There is some sort of festival or event happening
with beer trucks, food trucks, loud music and plenty of people wandering around
carrying red Solo cups. Great fun.
Whether it is warm and sunny or chilly there will be plenty of things to
see and do and eat and drink. Doesn’t matter if you don’t have tickets, just
come on by and join the crowd.
Every weekend there will be an excuse to gather.
“Fall Jazz Festival”, “Summer Sizzler”, “Spring Flowers”, “Winter Crafts
& Fairs”, “Farmer’s Market”, “Sidewalk Sales”, “Country Hoedown”, “Antique
Autos”, “Fashion Friday”…. The list goes on and on.
There is always a reason to drink.
“Finest State Wines”, “The Battle of the Breweries”, “Load up your
Shots”, “Beer Bash”…
And eat!
“Fish Fry”, “Best BBQ in Town”, “Burger Bash”, “Chicken in the Rough”,
“Seafood Soul Sacrifice”…
And the diversity cultural mix…
“Greek Festival”, “German Oktoberfest”, “Indian Pow-Wow”, “African
Heritage”,“Carnevale”, “Marti
Gras”, “St. Patrick’s Day”, “Fourth of July”, “New Years Eve”….
Buy a souvenir t-shirts and memorial mug to put on your shelf. Rub
elbows with hundreds of strangers and maybe get your wallet picked.
Remember to drink responsibly. There will be traffic DUI checkpoints.
Seems every morning (from what I hear on the traffic radio reports)
there is a wreck and commuter traffic is backed up. Maybe a slow one-lane
rubberneck to view the carnage or a complete highway parking lot stop,
congestion is a pain.
You’ll be late for that very important meeting and you are carrying all
the notes and charts leaving your boss holding the bag. You’ll miss out on all
the fresh doughnuts and the coffee will be cold. Your kids will be late and
have to makeup chapters 7 – 21 instead of watching Disney streaming. Your vet
will move on to another appointment so your dog will have to be scheduled to
another day. There will be a line to wait in. All the good parking spots are
filled.
My working career was mostly by public transportation. The bus would
arrive at approximately the same time everyday (rain or shine) and deliver me
to my destination in time to get settled in before the bell rain. If I missed
the usual bus, another one would be along in 15 minutes.
In my youth, I’d walk to work. About 45-60 minutes on fairly level
sidewalks. Like going to the gym before work, but without a shower. It was also
a great release of work tension before I got home.
Growing older (and wiser?) I’d peddle my bike the five miles downtown.
I’d leave before the 9AM rush and take side streets to avoid traffic. A few
nights riding home in the rain or having a bike stolen sometimes questioned the
method of transportation but the price of an automobile to only use to drive to
work – park – drive home didn’t seem economical reasonable
I’ve been in some of that congestion but could not understand going
through that experience everyday. When on a highway and a wreck blocks the
path, there are no alternatives but to wait. The situation is out of your hands
until the car in front starts to move.
This transportation vulnerability is like being on a train or an
airplane. Once you board, the travel is out of your hands. If the tracks buckle
or the engines fail, there is nothing you can do about it.
Maybe congestion should be taken as a time for contemplation instead of
road rage? That is the time to check your updates instead of when the vehicle
is moving.
We all enter this world as virgins. We don’t know nothing about nothing.
We spontaneously breathe, see and poop, but everything else has to be taught or
experienced
We are virgins to life.
We are virgins to thinking on our own until schooling. We are virgins on
society until sports, teams, classrooms or clubs. We are virgins to our beliefs
until churches, synagogues or chapels.
We are virgins about relationships until family shows us routines,
neighborhoods present proper order, and friendships are formed.
Still we are virgins to so many things.
I’m a virgin to zip lines. I’m a virgin to theme parks. I’m a virgin to spelunking.
I’m a virgin to hang gliding. I’m a virgin to tight rope walking. I’m a virgin
to flying an airplane. I’m a virgin to free diving. I’m a virgin to standing on
the moon.
Life has offered some experiences while others will only be read about
when it is all over.
The powers of the president of the United States include those powers
explicitly granted by Article II of the United States Constitution to the
president of the United States, powers granted by Acts of Congress, implied
powers, and also a great deal of soft power that is attached to the presidency.
The Constitution explicitly assigns the president the power to sign or
veto legislation, command the armed forces, ask for the written opinion of
their Cabinet, convene or adjourn Congress, grant reprieves and pardons, and
receive ambassadors. The president shall take care that the laws are faithfully
executed and the president has the power to appoint and remove executive
officers. The president may make treaties, which need to be ratified by
two-thirds of the Senate, and is accorded those foreign-affairs functions not
otherwise granted to Congress or shared with the Senate. Thus, the president
can control the formation and communication of foreign policy and can direct
the nation's diplomatic corps. The president may also appoint Article III
judges and some officers with the advice and consent of the U.S. Senate. In the
condition of a Senate recess, the president may make a temporary appointment.
The president must also appoint his staff of aides, advisers, and
assistants. These individuals are political appointments and are not subject to
review by the Senate. All members of the staff serve “at the pleasure of the President”.
Since 1995, the president has been required to submit an annual report
to Congress listing the name and salary of every employee of the White House
Office
This oath of obedience was to the backdrop of another White House
staff member, Stephen Miller, on the same day proclaiming (at length) similar
statements of obedience and loyalty stating that the President’s directives
should not be questioned.
While the statement “I serve at the pleasure of the President” has been
used as far back as the 1700s, the recent emphasis on unwavering loyalty and
obedience to the President seems to be new. The phrase was originally
intended to mean that White House staff are ‘at will’ employees and can be let go without a substantive reason.
The phrase “I serve at the pleasure of” is commonly used in reference to
royal leaders, such as “I serve at Her Majesty’s pleasure.” A member of the
King’s Court might use that phrase. It conveys a kind of absolute unquestioning
loyalty and subservience. It also keeps their head attached.
A 2007 article in the New York Times says the phrase dates back to 1789:
“…one phrase has been used repeatedly to defend the conduct of the White
House: the attorneys ‘serve at the pleasure’ of the president. It seems to
ascribe a royal air to the president, as though, if it contributed to his
pleasure, an attorney or two might be beheaded. What is the origin of this phrase?…
The origin is the Latin ‘durante bene placito regis’… which
translates as “during the pleasure of the king.” It means that nobody could
hold an official position against his will.
Members of the armed services and military are ‘at will’ employees:
“Military officers are the leaders of the military, and instead of
enlisting in the sense that enlisted military men and women do, they are
commissioned officers who serve indefinitely at ‘the pleasure’ of the President of the United States.”
In April 2000, the phrase “I serve at the pleasure of the president” was
used in the popular television show West Wing in season 1, episode 19, “Let
Bartlet Be Bartlet.” During an important scene of that episode, the staff pledge
allegiance to the President.
Growing up in the post-war era (although there never was a post-war
because there was always another war) the teachings of the new world order was
consumption.
This all tied in with the war effort to build bigger and stronger and faster
machines of destruction, transforming the factories from constructing guns to
manufacturing refrigerators. Tanks turned into sedans and fighters turned into
luxury flight transportation (but no one got a parachute).
The competition to succeed (a carryover from winning (?) a war) came
with the obligation to show everyone your accomplishments and wealth
The requirements were to have a mortgage on a house, loan on a
automobile, credit debt on furniture and two kids and a dog. Taxes were not
your friend because our leaders had decided to ‘rebuild’ the vanquished and
make them allies. In the long run, it was cheaper than bodies.
Every holiday became a buying opportunity and retailers optimized the
use of advertising to promote your dopamine necessity. Even if you had a
product, the new upgraded version had to replace it.
Have you ever been to an estate sale? How about a Yard Sale?
There are piles of items purchased and collected for whatever reason at
the time and are now either someone else’s treasure or trash. Collectable niche
or a junk curio fill our shelves, cover our tables, hang on our walls to
display what we are through items.
Should our obituaries be a listing of our having?
How many cars do you own?
What is your latest most expensive gizmo to show off? Jewelry? Designer
fashions? Entertainment center? Did you save enough for a glitzy box that will
shown be underground for no one to see?
Then there are those who feel this brief time in space should be shared
rather than impressed upon each other. A musician will play a tune for a few
pence and appreciates the applause. Dancers, singers, actors perform to be in
the moment. Poets and authors write their thoughts and desires and opinions and
dreams for others to read.
By being, the joy of the day might be a smile or a bird’s song or a good
deed. If no one else knows the experience, you can pass it on to another
without an explanation.
Kids, I know you haven’t notice or maybe you think this is the way it is
suppose to be, but not all entertainment acts use music stands.
Orchestras are an exception because they have to follow all those black
dots and watch the person up front waving the stick. That is hard to do.
But the little clubs and diners are seeing more and more music stands
popping up.
Did they not rehearse enough to learn the songs? Do they forget the
words?
A music stand is just another barrier between the performer and the
audience.
Maybe Elvis had cue cards off camera? Maybe the Beatles remembered the
words to the songs they wrote? Maybe Woody Guthrie made it up on the fly? How
did Dylan remember all that stuff?
Not all acts use music stands. Opera and show tunes command the stage
without props to assist their memory. Heavy metal bands music stands would be
destroyed in minutes and besides you can’t hear them anyway.
Bring a bunch of dancers and pyrotechnics and a singer can lip sync over
a pre-recorded tape. Is it about the show or getting all the words right?
Sooner or later the music stand industry will realize that is a huge
chunk of real estate that can be plastered with advertisement. Put a mirror on
the back so the audience can see themselves photographing from their phones.
Let’s see what technology has to offer.
In the meantime, singers and musicians can hide behind big black stands
that hold their books and pages and assumedly items. Maybe they are protection
shields like the president’s podium?