How the New Year Might Look

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At an inflection point with the Latin.  Either I keep the pace I currently follow, maybe 6 hours a week; or, I ramp up, say to 10 or 12, maybe a couple of hours each day.  Some analysis of other texts–maybe Caesar or Suetonius or Julian, I have all of these in Loeb Library volumes–plus more translating of the Metamorphoses.  My inclination is to ramp up, do more, focus on Latin and the novel.  That’s what my heart tells me.

That other project, too.  The one I’ve got slotted for 5,000 word essays each month next year.  Where I’m going to give voice to my whirling ideas about the earth, about ge-ology, about what would help us help our home planet.  That one, too.

When you add these things together, they constitute real work and I feel good about that, not trapped or bummed.  Now all I need is a way of allocating my time so I can work them all in and still manage the art, the garden, the bees and family.

That may be my new year’s work.  Pruning activities and creating a new schedule.

 

 

Wolf Travels Alone

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Lone wolf crosses into California from Oregon

This head line, reassuring and hopeful as it is, still seems sad.  An animal, an apex predator, that used to roam freely throughout the West now receives newspaper attention for returning, on its own, to the old habitat.

May these kind of experiences become common and unworthy of public attention by the time Gabe and Ruth grow up.  Make it so, Mr. Sulu.

(read full story in the LA Times here)

The young animal is the first wolf known to be at large in California since 1924. Wildlife authorities in both states have been monitoring the wolf since it set out from the Crater Lake area in September.

 

Ovid. Again.

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An Ovidian morning.  Holding words, conjugations, meanings, clause types, prepositions and adverbs in the head while whirling them around like a Waring blender.  It’s satisfying when a sentence finally pops up, like a good smoothie.  Not always a straight on logical process, though logic can critique the result.

About ten verses a week now.  Takes, hmmm, 4-6 hours.  So, if there are 15,000 verses, that’s 1,500 weeks or 6 to 9,000 hours.  Which is, what?  3 to 4.5 working years full-time or 30 years a week at a time, taking some time off for vacation.  Mmmm.  Don’t look for that book jacket anytime soon.

 

Get Ready

Winter                                         First Moon of the New Year

A new year awaits us.  January 1st.  Between now and then there will be many bytes spilled over resolutions, revelations and revolutions.  Last year we had revolutions, the Arabic Spring, and revelations, what do all those Republican candidates really believe, and soon we will have resolutions for better this or that.

I’m skipping the resolutions business again this year.  Just checked back a year ago to see if I had skipped them last year.  Yep.

When I was young, I would have thought the notion of remaining the same from year to year the height of old-fogginess, stuck-in-the-mudness.  Come to think of it, I guess I still do.  Still, I’m less and less impressed with plans and resolutions since life as it comes tends to alter with amazing fluidity any intentions.

Or, maybe I just fold easily when it comes down to it, but I don’t think so.  I’ve hung on to the Latin, the politics, the art.  I’ve been up and down on the novel writing front, but I have written 5, so it’s not like I’ve done nothing in that regard.  I’ve stayed in this marriage 22 years this March.  I’ve got the same car I bought in 1994.

Anyhow, I want to write a bit tomorrow or Friday about how January 1st became New Year.  I mean, the Jews celebrate in September, the Celts in October, the Chinese in February, so how do we end up with new year in the middle of the winter?  I’ve found some interesting material about it.

Conviction

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Kenny Waters
Kenny Waters Incident Date: 5/21/80

Jurisdiction: MA

Charge: Murder, Robbery

Conviction: Murder, Robbery

Sentence: Life

Year of Conviction: 1983

Exoneration Date: 6/19/01

Sentence Served: 18 Years

Real perpetrator found? Not Yet

Contributing Causes:Informants

Compensation? Yes

Just watched Conviction, the Hilary Swank movie about Kenny Waters and his sister who went to law school to prove him innocent.  A moving story, well told.

Went on the web to check it out and discovered that Kenny Waters tripped and fell from a 15 foot retaining wall 6 months after being released from prison.  He died from head trauma associated with the fall.  They did not show this in the movie.

Movies.  I just love’em. Have done for a long time.  But, never got around to pursuing film with any seriousness.  Now, Kate and I are going to have a movie night every Friday.  I know, you probably do this already, but we’re just getting around to it now that she’s retired.  She picks 2 and I pick 2 each month.  My first two are Black Orpheus and The Third Man.

I really want to learn more about film criticism and how movies get made.  The Rough Guide to Cinema has a wonderful collection of films and directors, a sort of crash course in four people’s views of cinema classics.  Plus I have a book on the Grammar of Film and one on Film Studies. I’m all set.

Throw a little popcorn in the microwave.

 

Ancient of Trails

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Rock Hopper juvenile Falkland Islands

The Tumblr site is up, though it has very few postings right now.  That will change over the next few weeks and the initial postings may change, too, as I use the new theme more.  You can access the site through the link, Ancient of Trails, found at the top of the right hand column here.

Why another blog?  Tumblr allows for much easier posting of photos and emphasizes them over print.  We have a large number of photographs and I need the impetus to organize and fiddle with them.  In late January I’m taking a two session class on Adobe Photoshop, then another later in February.  In March and April I plan to learn two more Adobe programs.  I bought an Adobe Creative Suite last fall before the cruise but the programs are too complicated to use without some training upfront.

All of this, too, ancientrails and ancient of trails, will leave cyber footprints for children and grand-children, a way to look back at Grandpa and Grandma, see what they were up to back when computers actually sat on desktops, folks still had landlines and watched broadcast tv.  You know, the old days.

Starting in January I’m going to begin mining ancientrails for a 2012 writing project, one 5,000+ word essay a month, so there are additional uses for them, too.  Thanks for reading, time to start doing some Latin.

Boxing Day

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So, Boxing Day has arrived.  Like most Americans Boxing Day has always puzzled me.  My image of it, for a very long time, was of proper British folk picking up the mess from Christmas day.  That had something to do with boxes and it would logically happen the day after Christmas.

Close?  Nope.  Not at all.  Traditionally this was a time when the quality would give gifts to their servants.  A sort of after-Christmas Christmas for those on the other side of the baize door.  In America, I learned from Wikipdedia, retailers give Boxing Day gifts to persons involved in delivery of goods.  This gift usually includes a fifth of Scotch.

Wikipedia, as good a source as any on this topic, says the term may have arisen from metal boxes outside churches in early Rome, money dedicated to St. Stephen and distributed to the poor on his Saint Day, the 26th of December.  Or, more likely to me, it comes from the quality giving servants the day after Christmas off in return for their Christmas running smoothly.  Servants were often given boxes of food and gifts to take as they traveled to see their families.

Whatever the rationale or tradition, it is now upon us, so… Happy Boxing Day!

Walked Along the Boundaries

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A librarian in Eagan, part of the metro area here, has an interesting project underway.  Do your memoir in six words.

Gonna give it a try:   Diggin, writin, organizing. Readin, travelin, fantasizin.   Hmmm.  nope, too corny.   Went in and down, not up.  Better, but still…  Walked along the boundaries.  That should do it.

System D Economics

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(San Blas woman selling mola’s in Panama City colonial district. cbe)

System D economics.  Never heard of it?  Read Wired magazine’s print edition this month. System D economics, named by an economist who studies system D, are the economics of the gray and black markets.

“System D is a slang phrase pirated from French-speaking Africa and the Caribbean. The French have a word that they often use to describe particularly effective and motivated people. They call them débrouillards. To say a man is a débrouillard is to tell people how resourceful and ingenious he is. The former French colonies have sculpted this word to their own social and economic reality. They say that inventive, self-starting, entrepreneurial merchants who are doing business on their own, without registering or being regulated by the bureaucracy and, for the most part, without paying taxes, are part

(Panamanian vendor along ocean. cbe)

of “l’economie de la débrouillardise.” Or, sweetened for street use, “Systeme D.” This essentially translates as the ingenuity economy, the economy of improvisation and self-reliance, the do-it-yourself, or DIY, economy…

The total value of System D as a global phenomenon is close to $10 trillion. Which makes for another astonishing revelation. If System D were an independent nation, united in a single political structure — call it the United Street Sellers Republic (USSR) or, perhaps, Bazaaristan — it would be an economic superpower, the second-largest economy in the world (the United States, with a GDP of $14 trillion, is numero uno).”  Freakonomics, quoting the Wired article.

Visiting South America introduced us to System D economies, especially in Ecuador, Peru and Brazil.  The most memorable instance was the shuttle service to the Rio International Airport.  As soon as we began moving away from the beaches, vendors began to show up.

At a particularly valuable location, a small v of land jutting out into two streams of traffic, four lanes on one side, four on the other a man stood with cups and bottles of an orange drink.  He sold cool liquid to drivers and passengers of vehicles slowed or stopped by rush hour traffic.  He was doing very well.

As we moved further away from the city, the action got stranger.  On the divided highway
(seaweed collector, Trujillo, Peru. cbe)

(at least 4 lanes each way) leading directly to the airport, kids sold popcorn and nuts.  They vended their goods by standing in the small shoulder between the lane closest to the concrete divider and the divider itself.  As traffic came to a standstill from time to time, they would dart out into the traffic and sell a bag of colorful popped corn.

There weren’t just a few of them either.  Perhaps the oddest part of this came when Kate leaned over and said, “Look, there’s a guy a wheel chair over there.”  And, sure enough, there was, a vendor in a wheel chair.