JUNE 5, 2020 – I’d just sat down to write today’s post, when “ding”—another email arrived. The author was our good Czech friend, the inimitable Dr. Pavel Šebesta from Prague. The email was his first to me in eons. It was classic Pavel—pithy and packed with news and questions. Attached were bonuses . . . …
IN MEMORY OF A GREAT WOMAN
JUNE 4, 2020 – Recently, my wife’s extended family lost one of its elder stateswomen—Carol Piper, married to my mother-in-law’s late brother, Bob Piper. Carol was a favorite of mine, of everyone in the ever-expanding family. She died at 93 after a life well lived. Born in the U.P., she moved “south” to Chicago for …
SAVING “GOOD” SO “PERFECTION” CAN LIVE
JUNE 3, 2020 – An attorney I know often quotes Voltaire famous line, “Don’t let perfect be the enemy of good.” The lawyer’s point: by pressing too hard for perfection, you risk blowing the deal that your client desperately wants. At the same time, you must touch all the bases and home plate to score, …
REVOLUTION?
JUNE 2, 2020 – How will the current chapter of our history read? There’s no script, no pre-determined outcome. There are signs, however, of what could well unfold. Not to sound melodramatic—which means the exact opposite: to sound melodramatic—but current dynamics in our body politic prompt thoughts about revolution. And I’m not thinking ala the …
FINDING NEMO; LOSING VOLTAIRE
JUNE 1, 2020 – Facebook isn’t for the thin-skinned or those of tentative conviction. Personally, I swim hot and cold with it. On one hand, I’m entertained, informed, and enriched by it. On the other hand, like the title figure in Finding Nemo, I’m habitually looking for trouble and . . . finding it. Last …
EXTREME MODERATION
MAY 31, 2020 – Instead of Netflix over the last three evenings, my wife and I have watched “Riots in the Street,” starring . . . people in the streets. Fortunately, thanks to Governor Walz’s leadership, last night ended differently from the previous two. Exhausted by the ongoing crisis, my wife retired early. I stayed …
BEFORE THE SUN GOES DOWN
MAY 30, 2020 – The charge, trial, sentencing, and execution of a black man—where a single police officer, given free rein by his three fellow officers, served as police, judge, jury, executioner—took mere minutes, end to end. It will now take a collective, herculean effort to tame the beast of chaos. That people outraged by …
AMERICANS: TAKE NOTICE, SUMMON HOPE
MAY 29, 2020 – We live at the center of the Twin Cities, with downtown Minneapolis six miles one way and downtown St. Paul equidistant the opposite way. Yesterday brought more destruction in reaction to the killing of George Floyd. From our back yard amidst bird chatter and spring fragrance we heard the regular wail …
GRANT’S DEFEAT
MAY 28, 2020 – Yesterday evening in my chair of privilege I faced the stark, tragic reality of America: Grant’s defeat. Two nights before, Netflix had been acting up, depriving me of my regular fix of The Medicis. I switched to the History Channel and chanced upon a three-part documentary about Ulysses S. Grant, produced …
THE TIP OF THE SPEAR
MAY 27, 2020 – By now everyone’s seen the video of the Minneapolis police officer kneeling on the neck of a cuffed, black man lying in pain on the street. The face of the officer reveals the absence of fear, and as officially reported, the arrestee had been apprehended not for violent crime but because …
ROTTEN APPLE VS. OVER-RIPE BANANA
MAY 26, 2020 – What now unfolds is Rotten Apple vs. Over-ripe Banana. Rotten Apple is crawling with worms, mushy with rot, and devoid of any “core” values. This fruit’s so bad, it’s not fit for pigs. Many people who’ve seen an apple know at a glance that this one is inedible. (That I can’t …
REBIRTH
MAY 24, 2020 – I’m about to plunge into a self-directed study of . . . the Renaissance, or “rebirth”; the period of a grand flowering of arts and letters during the fourteenth, fifteenth, and sixteenth centuries, emanating from the Italian city-states. I knew, of course, that “renaissance” means “rebirth,” but until my current binge …
THAT TIME OF YEAR
MAY 23, 2020 – Last night I hit the halfway mark of a “pre-galley” copy of my bro-in-law’s memoir, That Time of Year. I don’t want to prejudice the three, four people who have been assigned the task of critical review of the work . . . you know who you are; if you’re reading …
CONFESSION OF A COULD’VE BEEN “EVANGELICAL”
May 22, 2020 – I used to be a Lutheran—the moderate strain, meaning, E.L.C.A. (“Evangelical Lutheran Church in America”), which, ironically, was in contrast with the “Evangelical” persuasion that one usually associates with that term. How and why I became entrenched in mainstream, moderate Lutheranism—congregation president, chair of the worship committee, perennial Sunday school teacher, …
SPRINGING HOPE
MAY 21, 2020 – From the perspective of isolation at the Red Cabin, the outside world seems even more cartoonish than when we’re back in the city surrounded by the cacophony of civilization. Up here spring is at least a couple of weeks behind, the effect of which is similar to what you experience when …
HISTORICAL METHOD AS SWIMMING CLASS
MAY 20, 2020 – Everyone’s heard of the scientific method. Strike that. Some have heard of the scientific method and fewer yet, apparently, actually understand it, and a subset of those who understand it, fully subscribe to it. (For the record, the scientific method is an approach to knowledge whereby hypotheses are formulated, tested, and …
AMERICA: LAND OF “FREEDOM”
MAY 19, 2020 – This morning I saw the CNN headline, “America’s Covid-19 response is the most American thing ever.” The image featured a woman waving a large American flag, seated atop a parked jeep. The sub-headline read, “The country’s conflicting behavior in the face of coronavirus is a symptom of a national value that …
WHISTLING WHILE YOU PLAY
MAY 18, 2020 – When I was a kid, whistling was common. My dad was a virtuoso whistler. The forte and mezzo-forte allegro and allegretto parts he whistled conventionally, that is, through puckered lips. The piano and mezzo-piano andante and largo pieces he whistled through his teeth. He was the only whistler I ever heard …
MY DREAM CYCLE: A MUSK READ
MAY 17, 2020 – Often I dream about the book I’m currently reading. I fully anticipate this when I’m reading—“What part of this book, what scene, what subplot, what character will wend its way into my dreams tonight?” And then some weird and whacky version of the book does, in fact . . . er, …
CONVERSATIONS
MAY 16, 2020 – This past week I had three political conversations: one with a strong Trump supporter, two with vehement anti-Trumpsters. The Trump supporter was convinced that Corvid-19 was hatched in a Chinese lab and aimed at bringing us down; that our best foil is a re-opened economy. One of the anti-Trumpsters, meanwhile, was …
“WEEGEE” AND HYPERBOLE
MAY 15, 2020 – I’m now in week four of my Garage Clean-up Project. It’s a puzzle for which the solution keeps changing; an art studio of endless possibilities—all accompanied by . . . radio. In this regard I could be more creative, more productive. I could assemble a playlist of favorite “songs” . . …
STANDARD OF MEASURE
MAY 14, 2020 – Paradoxically, one way to distract yourself from The Virus is to read all the lengthy articles on the subject by epidemiologists, statisticians, and the world’s leading conspiracy theorists. Personally, I’ve checked out of the discussions. This wasn’t the case early in The Crisis. I found myself sucked into all sorts of …
STUPID IS AS STUPID DOES (SAYS OR THINKS)
MAY 13, 2020 – A person doesn’t have to look far to see “stupid.” Even if one hasn’t checked the news lately, one can do a “self-reveal.” Specifically, recently when I asked (stupidly) our four-year old granddaughter what she thought made “Grandpa look so old” (she’d been joking that I looked old), she said spontaneously, …
SEQUESTRATION: STATEROOM, NOT SAFE ROOM (WITH OR WITHOUT STEAKS)
MAY 12, 2020 – Usually I’m sequestered from the nonsense that reigns supreme elsewhere on the good ship America. This morning, however, sudden zig-zags in the vessel’s course prompted me to leave the quiet of my stateroom to have a look. The air smelled sulfuric. Blindfolded passengers with bad hair, bulging eyes, and carrots jammed …
A COIN AND THE FOREST: REMEMBRANCE
MAY 10, 2020 – Yesterday was Mom’s Day, so I couldn’t much talk about Dad, who’d died a decade ago yesterday. For the first year after his death, I dreamt about him every single night. Then, consistent with the tradition of so many cultures, my one-year of mourning was completed. Dad’s nightly appearance in my …