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Snickety-Snick.

Here’s an idea.  Since none of us are getting haircuts, we should have a contest to see who can grow the coolest Wolverine hair.

Frankly I thought I’d be much farther along — I have a long reputation for having “big hair.”  Seriously.  It’s just always been thick.

I figured I’d let you guys off the hook and not suggest a six-pack abs contest.  I’d win that one too easily.

 

“GONZALO,” BY W. H. AUDEN (RECITED BY ERIC ROBERT NOLAN)

“Gonzalo”

— from W. H. Auden’s “The Sea and the Mirror”

Evening, grave, immense, and clear,
Overlooks our ship whose wake
Lingers undistorted on
Sea and silence; I look back
For the last time as the sun
Sets behind that island where
All our loves were altered: yes,
My prediction came to pass,
Yet I am not justified,
And I weep but not with pride.
Not in me the credit for
Words I uttered long ago
Whose glad meaning I betrayed;
Truths to-day admitted, owe
Nothing to the councilor
In whose booming eloquence
Honesty became untrue.
Am I not Gonzalo who
By his self-reflection made
Consolation an offence?

There was nothing to explain:
Had I trusted the Absurd
And straightforward note by note
Sung exactly what I heard,
Such immediate delight
Would have taken there and then
Our common welkin by surprise,
All would have begun to dance
Jigs of self-deliverance.
It was I prevented this,
Jealous of my native ear,
Mine the art which made the song
Sound ridiculous and wrong,
I whose interference broke
The gallop into jog-trot prose
And by speculation froze
Vision into an idea,
Irony into a joke,
Till I stood convicted of
Doubt and insufficient love.

Farewell, dear island of our wreck:
All have been restored to health,
All have seen the Commonwealth,
There is nothing to forgive.
Since a storm’s decision gave
His subjective passion back
To a meditative man,
Even reminiscence can
Comfort ambient troubles like
Some ruined tower by the sea
Whence boyhoods growing and afraid
Learn a formula they need
In solving their mortality,
Even rusting flesh can be
A simple locus now, a bell
The Already There can lay
Hands on if at any time
It should feel inclined to say
To the lonely – “Here I am,”
To the anxious – “All is well.”

 

A study in contrast.

Anthony Fauci and Donald Trump together prove that a patient, modest, intelligent man is a better leader than a man filled with aggressive, grandiose, empty bluster.

Especially when dangers present us with a need for information instead of showmanship.

Seeing these guys together is like watching a morality play about the value of being a mature adult.

 

 

Throwback Thursday: this 1985 panther poster!

I had this hanging in my room in the 1980’s; I got it from good ol’ Smith Haven Mall in Lake Grove, Long Island.  I took two of those little glow-in-the-dark star stickers that people put on their ceilings and affixed them so that the cat’s eyes glowed when the light was turned off.   And it looked damned cool.

 

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A long-distance meating.

So I hit the supermarket last night because I NEEDED fresh meat. (I’m part velociraptor. 23andMe says so. I even wrote it in on the census.)

Let me tell you something — Roanokers are 100 percent diligent in maintaining the recommended six feet of distance. And on top of that, they’re STILL polite and good-natured. My neighbors are smart, classy people.

And I’m doing my best to blend in … I think they’ve mistaken me for one of their own.