As I started my senior year in college, 1974, a guy by the name of Robert Pirsig wrote this philosophical novel as an exploration of the concept of Quality. What he called the Metaphysics of Quality (MOQ) originated with his college studies as a student of biochemistry. He found the number of rational hypotheses for any given phenomenon appeared to be unlimited. It seemed to him that this undermined the validity of the scientific method.…
Back in the summer of 1971, when I was 17 and not really legal yet, I anxiously left my home in Rome, Italy (actually skipping my high school graduation) just to get myself to, of all places, Cleveland, Ohio. It was my first real summer job since leaving the States in 1968 and it was at Case Western Reserve University, so it felt like the start of my college career even though I was just…
I am sitting here at our boarding gate at the San Francisco International Airport, awaiting our Alaska Airlines flight back to San Diego. Our car is sitting in the garage at Terminal 2 at SAN and our little Buddy is soon to be sleeping once again on our bed rather than spending the night at his dog boarding house with a gang of his small, medium and large dog buddies (we will pick him up…
Recently I started watching the Ken Burns series on The Roosevelts. It more or less covers the century from when Teddy Roosevelt was born in 1858 until when Eleanor Roosevelt died in 1962 at the age of 78. Teddy only lived 60 years, dying in 1919 and Franklin (FDR) died in 1945 at age 63. Ken Burns is my age and is perhaps the best chronicler of American history (at least in film) of my…
I am in our room at the University Club of San Francisco. The University Club of San Francisco was founded in 1890 by a group of college graduates who wanted to create a social and cultural center for university alumni in the city. The club was originally located in several different downtown locations before moving to its current home at 800 Powell Street in 1909. The distinctive clubhouse building, designed by architects Bliss & Faville…
Last night we went to a party on a hilltop near us. To the north of our hilltop are several other hilltops (we live in a very hilly area to the west of the serious mountains, but to the east of the flat plains that run out to the ocean). Tucked in between Hidden Meadows and the Lawrence Welk resort complex (that’s right, once owned by Mr. Bubbly himself), there is a relatively expensive gated…
Yesterday the news arrived that Jimmy Carter, the 39th President of the United States, died at his home in Plains, Georgia at the age of 100 years and a few months. It reminded me immediately that my mother died eight years ago at the same age of 100 years and a few months. I liken their two lives for a great many reasons. Both were born in rural communities to parents who owned farmland and…
Many years ago I read the now famous novel Things Fall Apart, written in 1958 by Nigerian author Chinua Achebe. It is considered one of the great literary works of the Twentieth Century. That may be because it was one of the first novels to come in European style and yet from the pen of a native African, but still others believe it is simply a great story that needed to be told from a…
Let’s get one thing straight right from the get-go, I am inclined to be lazy. The word sedentary was designed for me. I am both a home body and I am contemplative at all times, which predisposes me to sitting and thinking or sitting and watching or siting and listening, and as most of you know already, sitting and talking. When I garden, I like to sit. I now have nine benches on the back…
Yesterday I was watching an immersive video on my Apple Vision Pro, which has gotten a resurgence of interest from me over the holidays because I have been letting others test drive it. That immersive video was an aerial tour of the islands of Hawaii, a place where I have spent almost no time (I went there for 36 hours in 1999…don’t ask, it was a work thing). Hawaii has always been a place of…