Declusion

My whole adult life has been spent going after something original, but of light weight.

At some point in my development I decided it was better for me--and more fun--to watch the little birds than to watch the bigger birds like hawks and pelicans, as the bigger birds were far too easy to watch. 

All politics is personal. Now that The Left has someone and something to loathe, it is galvanized.

What if the oppressor was black? How would whites react? Need I ask?

Yet when I sincerely try to do something for someone else it rarely works out.

Once upoon a time, I became deeply interested in the art of Andy Warhol and encountered, among other things, Warhol's pronouncement that "in the future, everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes." I pondered the meaning of that pronoucement for some time, until I made it my own, wordsmithing it to mean, "everyone needs to have at least 15 minutes of fun everyday, including me."

That Ivanka Trump Kushner's commencement address at Wichita State University was cancelled yesterday is perhaps a positive sign, though most oddsmakers in Vegas still have the president winning a second term.

My father's Los Angeles was full of corrupt cops. Los Angeles might have had the most corrupt police department in the nation in the 1940s and 50s. It was so corrupt it had to be cleaned up by a man named Jim Fisk who was a friend of my father. Mr. Fisk died trying.

To my friend who keeps a list of words he makes up--add my word to the list: declude, the opposite of include.

One of the lessons from the pandemic lockdown: how people communicate in a crisis--some communicate by waiting for you to reach out to them and others reach out to you whether you wish them to or not. 

The old dyslexic excuse, The New York Times, Saturday, June 6, 2020. Author by photo.