Occasionally I share something from a blogger who is truly remarkable. The way she looks at things is something that each and every one of us can learn from. This time, it’s the way she describes her friend’s eyes.
I was in conversation with a wannabe biochemist a few days ago. I say ‘wannabe’ because the gentleman in question is a retired electrical engineer. Well, you can imagine he knows a lot about electrons and a lot less about biochemistry.
In the last few days, the Russians have set up so-called ‘safe zones’ in Syria. These are areas where military activity has been quelled and is unlikely to be able to form a resurgence. A question from a friend of min on Facebook asked if the Americans are likely to respect these zones, given the fact that the Americans will be denied any right to fly over them.
If the Americans intrude in one of these safe zones – and please remember they’re supporting the terrorists – then they really have no business there. The Americans aren’t bringing peace, are they? They’re nuisances and aiding other nuisances, and since there are clearly no nuisances in these safe zones, they have no need to be there.
This isn’t about Thomas Paine’s famous work. What I want to look at is the nature of the legal framework that treats citizens equally. I cannot include the British for they are subjects of the crown and as such have but few rights. Here in Europe, a citizen is a far more powerful figure. What’s more, they know it.
I can’t remember where I heard the story; but a gentleman invited all his friends to a Farewell Party. As I recall, he was a friendly enough chap with a houseboat on the Thames. That probably means up near Chiswick or beyond – although I’m no expert on houseboats or, come to that, the river Thames. Never mind, he had a houseboat and having sent out all the invitations by word or on paper, he bought in the nibbles and the wine, sorted out the record player and selected all the best dance music that he had.
It would be the best party he’d ever give in his life.
It has been a very long time since I’ve seen this film; it wouldn’t surprise me to learn that the last time I saw it was in a cinema in 1984 or 85. The film starts with a barren desert landscape and continues in that vein. Albeit now the barrenness is in the life of the main character, Travis Henderson, played by Harry Dean Santon with an eerie assurance. The atmosphere is drawn out by the guitar chords of Ry Cooder that at times are almost disturbing.