- Each day brings tales of the aspirations of important cultural players. People who are elected, appointed, anointed, or who make more than the average Mr. and Ms. Jones. They have rigid ideas about what you and I should be doing, and how they will force us to do it, to make us more like them. Except of course they do not want us ever to be actually elected, anointed, etc. etc.
- I never could quite work up envy. I believe those minds are closed to the truly finer aspects of existence. Summer happiness has fortunately soaked away even minor irritation _ I sit on a beach or walk the woods immersed in beauty and meaning and constant joy. Apathetic, I wantonly ignore where such self-declared leaders imagine they are steering society.
- What better place to contemplate reality than a warm sandy beach on a hot summer day? I riffle through a thick book, periodically glance up at boat traffic piloted by those too juiced to relax, listen to laughter and screams of children, watch a few others just like me. Almost all of us, surprisingly, fully untethered from the electronic web which tries to make our lives so insistently worried.
- This lethargy does not help our GDP. I’m using public space, spending no money, directing nobody else to do some chore for which I will pay them. I might as well be an ancient ancestor lazily contemplating our universe in between chipping stone hand axes. I guess I should feel shame while shirking the necessity of constant intrusive progress.
- The busy bear went over the mountain …
- Maybe he should have spent more time examining his own.
- There is a dawning realization driven by current economic conditions that the United States in the 1950s was in many ways a golden era never likely to happen again anywhere. At the time and in decades of later mythology it was seen as the normalized dawn of utopia. Science could cure all ills. Jobs would constantly become better and higher paying. There would be time for recreation, second homes, infinite wealth. And people would become good and make the world perfect.
- It all felt that way, of course, because at the time the US was a uniquely undamaged industrial state, and moreover had just gone through a few traumatically unifying events (the depression and WWII). Theorists and leaders have sought to maintain or recreate that for years.
- For me and my boomer peers, such was normal life. What happened, we keep asking. Where is utopia now? High taxes? Government deficit? We easily forget that in the 50s taxes were extremely high, especially on the wealthy, and industry grew anyway. The government spent money like water on the interstate highway system, ballistic missiles and nuclear weapons, and countless other projects and the boom went on with no end.
- The dream of the 50s has turned into the curse of our times, and has broken society into brittle little pieces absolutely certain that everything has gone wrong, and somebody must be to blame.
- Summer has returned as I melt here on the patio. High humidity, lots of insects including mosquitoes but mostly during the day just various harmless insects. Birds visiting the birdbath and feeder. Flowers wilting, and me happily dripping as I read some interesting new work from the library.
- We have been visited by frequent intense storms, so many and so often that we wonder if global warming is part of the reason. Birds and flowers don’t seem to mind, but we worry. There have been storms before, high heat before, but …
They sit back carefully and begin to stare out at constantly sparkling waves as white sails outline against the far dark hills. The radio tune has run its course, tale frozen in time, but life continues to unroll and complicate and surprise everyone.
Wish little more, from this retire.