A Work Progressing

 (This is from a talk I recently gave at a Senior Luncheon)

Hello again,

Jackie asked me once more to speak to you. I could have made it easy and given a little historical overview of the Thanksgiving holiday. But then that would be old news, you have heard it all before.

The holiday we adore comes from the Pilgrims being thankful for the new life, thankful for the indigenous natives helping them, everyone gathering at the festive table to eat together. I like that Hallmark vision. Historically we know that it didn’t last, conflict erupted, and wars were fought, the world took over.

Yet we hang on to the thought of gathering yearly to give thanks to G-d and thanks to those who have helped us this year. We need to honor that tradition in spite of the history.

So today, thats all I will say about Thanksgiving. What I want to do is to briefly tell you about my current thinking on a variety of subjects. It has been a season of pondering.

The first thing to address is the search for truth. Ever since the philosophers asked “What is truth?” the answer has been vague. A wise man responds with “Depends!” That can’t be allowed. Truth should be clear and solid. Truth that wanders around the universe creates only chaos. There is a theory that actually points this out.

The trouble ends up in the transfer of a truth from one person to another. Different people have different experiences, different mindsets, different ethics… How can we bridge this to pass on truths?

Look at the current US election. Each candidate offered a set of truths that did not live together. Did someone lie? Did they both lie? The problem, as I see it, is that they labeled these things as “truths”, when they were only opinions, or ideas.

1. We need to spend time considering what we know as “truth”.

Another ponder is based upon how much we are filled with ourselves. For the last few years I have started to react to certain phrases like “fingernails on a chalkboard”. The first one to come to mind is the set up phrase “I think…”. Normally, this is just passed over. Of course I want to know what you think. We’re friendly, I want to understand where you are coming from. And it’s reciprocated because you want to know what I think. But maybe not in all cases.

Example, I’m listening to an expert at a lecture, after years of study and she has formulated a new idea. She has finished the speech and has asked if there are any questions. Someone stands up and begins to speak, “I think…”

I shudder, this person is not a colleague who has studied the same issues. This person just has an opinion and feels the need to share it. 

2.  Beware the phrase “I think… “, even if you are the one saying it.

We are so full of ourselves that we can take on a posture, or a facial expression showing our distain for others. Several times in scripture we hear of G-d’s condemnation of “haughty eyes”. What is that? I’m thinking it must be very apparent, so I vote for the “rolling of eyes”. Have you seen that in person? It’s very revealing.

3.  Don’t ever roll your eyes

We are so full of ourselves that we often just “go our own way”. Why not? We are masters of the universe. We are totally free to pick a direction and a speed to travel. Except on the roads. There are signs on the road to tell you a truth. This is where you are going, and this is how you can go. Mostly we accept these signs, we understand that it is not “advice”. And there are penalties if you don’t obey.

The sign I want to focus on is the “Yield” sign. We don’t know how to yield, at best we think it is advice, at worst we just ignore it. There is something threatening to our ego to be ordered to yield. “Hey, I’m walking here.”

There is a trend to replace crossroad stop signs with roundabouts or “circles”. This only works if we understand how to yield. We are failing at this in driving, we are failing this in life. It takes being humble to yield. It’s important to understand it’s not a compromise. It’s yielding

4. Try very hard every day to be more humble. Yield every now and then.

And lastly, do not wait in a waiting room. I am so opposed to this concept. Life is movement, that’s one of the keys factors in describing life! Being patient is beneficial, but waiting should not be going “on hold”.

We are not machines, we can’t pause ourselves. All “waiting rooms” should be renamed “living rooms”. Wait, that’s already been taken. Something else then.

5.  While you wait, life goes on.

One more personal thing, technology is not all bad. Ha! This reminds me of my promise to bring you even more historical facts. Sabotage! Do you know the meaning? If you look at the French origin you might get a clue.

During the Industrial Revolution there were job replacement issues. In the French linen factories water powered belts were replacing manual workers. The looms were driven by gears connected water power, and workers were laid off. There were protests, workers broke into the factories and threw their wooden shoes into the looms, causing a breakdown of the machines. Wooden shoes in French are called “sabots”, hence “sabotage”.

We often react to the misuse of technology. The truth is that technology is an unbiased tool. It can be used for good, it can be used for bad.

I bought an Apple Watch, it lasted for years and I learned to rely on the features. While in the process of selling, and moving to a new house, my watch died. I didn’t want to buy a new one, so I went to Amazon to buy a used reconditioned one for much less. It came in a week and I tried to sync it to my phone.

It failed, my iPhone was years too old. See, technology is bad, you have to always keep up! Sure, my phone worked, the battery was horrible, the screen was cracked, mostly it was dead in my pocket.

So I bought a used/reconditioned iPhone. The watch synced, everyone was happy. I was moving heavy boxes upstairs, reinstalling shutters and doors, basically killing my back. Then I looked at the new apps that the watch had installed.

There was one new I hadn’t seen,the EGC test for heart health. I tried the app. It said I was showing signs for AFib. What???

The watch was obviously still broken. I put it on my wife and she is fine. I put back on and I was in AFib. I went to my doctor and he said his experience is that the watch was pretty accurate, he recommended going to the local ER.

Spent the evening in the ER, had a $30,000 machine tell me that I’m in AFib, but not how long. I don’t have many symptoms, I’m old and I’m tired with moving. I don’t know what is normal.

I’m on blood thinners for a month, then I will get shocked to a normal rhythm.

6.  Trust technology, it’s your friend

That’s my potpourri, G-d bless all of you!

It was 1964, and I was a tall, skinny kid in my first year of high school—awkward, shy, and trying to figure out stuff. 

That summer, I had decided to stop cutting my hair. It grew shaggy, a bit unruly. I started wearing sandals, though I wasn’t bold enough to go without socks. My corduroys were my attempt at being different. Beatniks had already come and gone, so I wasn’t following any specific trend. I was just trying to be “nonconformist.”

There was a tall girl in my grade who fascinated me. She moved through the halls with so much confidence, it was impossible not to notice. She wore knee-high boots, walking with a stride that almost felt military—sharp, purposeful. The sound of her heels clicking against the floor echoed in my mind long after she had passed. There was something about her, something magnetic.

One day, she noticed me. She stopped, looked directly at me, and asked, “Do you write poetry?”

I had barely read poetry, much less written any, but in that instant, I felt something. “Yes,” I said, as if it had always been true. In that moment, I felt like a poet. I hadn’t written anything down yet, but suddenly, the words were there, waiting to be expressed.

She smiled. “I’d like to read it sometime. Do you draw?”

“Yes!” I answered, this time more truthfully. I had always sketched and doodled, though I wouldn’t have called myself an artist just yet. But at that moment, it didn’t matter. I could feel something shift in me. I thought of all the drawings I had done, imagining that she could see them, too.

She nodded, satisfied with my answer, and then walked away, her boots echoing down the hallway. That short exchange lingered in my mind for days. It was as though she had unlocked something inside me—something I had to develop.

That brief encounter changed the course of my life. Just a few years later, an instructor at Contra Costa College named Patrick Brunelle asked me if I took photographs, and if I could illustrate. I could barely manage either at the time, but for him, I would learn. I would get better. He saw potential in me, much like the girl had in that hallway. And because of that, I grew.

Thank you, Patrick Brunelle, a master of biology, for helping me start a journey I am still on today.

I’ve been looking at Rubens lately, obviously a master. Very accurate depictions, but with plenty of tricks up his sleeve in color, composition, and position.

You might wonder what is the difference between composition and position? This is strictly my position, but it may also be in some book that I haven’t read. Position is the fine tuning of a composition, the tilt of the head, the wideness of the eyes, the slight touch of the fingertips. Position is so intentional, yet if it is done well you rarely notice it. Composition is blatant, large, obvious, yet it also strives to hide.

Making an image allows all sorts of subtle moves, much more complex than, “the eyes follow me around the room”.

Here are a few of my tributes to Rubens…

You might notice that in the original there is a tendency to position “chin down”, also the eyebrows are lowered. Rubens also magnified the eyes in my opinion, unless he happened to only paint women with large eyes.

Some critics have said that Rubens added a few pounds to his models, and preferred a softie form. This also tends to round the face in portraits.

In addition to other choices for these “tributes” I have raised the gaze, shortened the nose, reduced the orbits and eyes, and trimmed the jewels.

Not to make it better, different perhaps. What I really want to know is what are his decisions when making an image.

It was the summer of 1967, I had no specific plans. I had graduated but I had made no plans to go to college. It didn’t cost much to go to college in California, it was free at all the state schools. You did have to apply, you had to see a counselor, you had to ask.

I’m the guy that took the bus but never transferred, because I didn’t know how that worked, and I didn’t know how to ask.

For years I took the No. 72 line bus to Berkeley, but then walked up University to Telegraph Ave, I didn’t know the right bus, or the right fare, or how to transfer. I also knew the L line to the San Francisco Terminal, but I had to walk from there.

Getting to the admissions office at any college was impossible without help, because I never asked.

So when fall came, I went to the library to “study” for six hours. I went to the last stack, and pulled each book, skimmed the contents and then read about a third of the shelf. Then I went to next shelf, 12 shelves to a stack, eight stacks to a row.

That fall I finished two rows, that was about 360 books. In between I looked at current magazines. I found a Gallery magazines that promoted new up and up coming artists. One article featured Jesse Allen. I was mesmerized. I was certain he was going to be great, because I knew what great art was, I had been to museums in San Francisco, I had seen books. Jesse Allen was new and on the edge to be important.

It was the first time that I considered that it was possible for me to have a career making images. Of course I had to start making them seriously. I had only sketched a few things on butcher paper, and colored them with chalk and Indian ink.

And I was still making them very small, almost as if my arm was paralyzed, even my hand paralyzed, so that only my fingers moved.

I knew something was not right, but I didn’t know what it was, and I didn’t know how to ask.

Where was YouTube?

So I would copy Jesse Allen’s creatures and plants, out of context, very small, and detached, like floating in space. I liked them!

Life went on and every now and then I would check in on Jesse Allen. People stopped writing about him, but he was selling enough to keep going. He never became super famous, but he made a living make images and selling prints.

The span of time increased between my investigations. Evently I even got a job making images.

I had almost forgotten his name, and had to play the alphabet game to come up with Jesse. It’s probably been twenty years since I last looked at his work.

He is still doing the same work with more care and maybe with more detail.

I found a copy of his piece that he did in 1968 that had stirred something in me.

I decided to do a tribute piece of that work.

I’ve been reluctant to redraw/repaint DaVinci. I wasn’t confident that it would turn out well. And it’s such a cliche to do a bad Mona Lisa.

So I worked my way up and around, and had a few successes. I’m kinda satisfied!

Lately, driving around the neighborhood has become a real chore. It’s not like I have a lot of choices; there are only three roads in, and they’re all twisting two-lane roads at that. There are four or five developments connected by these roads, and each has its own series of “road humps” to slow the flow of traffic.

In a traditional grid layout of a city, if a road is closed for repair, a quick detour of two or three blocks is an easy solution. Not in my case. Of the three “arteries,” one was closed in both lanes, and another was semi-closed with a wait of about half an hour.

Of course, this meant that the third road was completely full, crawling along like the Bay Bridge in commuter traffic. Worse yet, these people weren’t professional commuters; it was brutal.

I was making a right turn to avoid some “speed humps” directly ahead. It helps to have local knowledge. A newer white pickup slowed to let me in. I silently thanked him and raised my hand.

Suddenly, the road widened, and he was directly to my left, yelling at me. I slowed down; he slowed down. I thought he might have misinterpreted my gesture, then he yelled, “I can fix that!”

I was confused; I didn’t know what he was yelling about. My 18 lb. Maltipoo Tyson was looking out the window at him. So I thought, “Tyson is already fixed, except for some obnoxious behavior that he can’t know about.” So, I verbally responded, “What do you mean?”

“That dent in the quarter panel, below the door. I can fix it; pull over and I’ll give you a quote.”

Pulling over for strangers is not something I like to do. On top of that, I was still very confused because I couldn’t quite let go of the idea that he was talking about my dog. Does he have an operating room in his basement? Perhaps he’s taking an online class to be a veterinarian, and is willing to pay me to fix my dog?

I think that last thought was still fresh in my mind even after he said he was asking about the dent in my quarter-panel. So, I waved him off, letting him know I wasn’t going to pull over for him. I yelled, perhaps too loudly, “Besides, I don’t know why you want to pay me to fix my dented quarter-panel!”

His face changed dramatically as he hit his brakes, letting me zoom forward. I can see now that my confusion was viral and spreading quickly.

I checked my rear-view mirrors and saw that he was in the process of a tight U-turn. He didn’t want the risk of being behind me as the road was getting very twisty and rural. 

A wise move!

Hmm, I’m vacating, the act of being on vacation. Not vacating everything, I’m vacating with family/kids/grandkids. We are all vacating something.

We all had agendas, things to do, requirements, responsibilities, busyness. Hmm, I never saw the connection between busyness and business until I tried to spell it.

We left the country, we used our passports. That’s how we know we vacated. We left with permission, then we entered with permission, leaving our homes.

It’s a curious fact that we are required to leave something, in order to refresh ourselves, to be on “vacation”. If you are retired- vacation seems ongoing. It’s not, people simply replace the work responsibilities with other responsibilities.

But now we are vacating everything, except being here now!

In a few days we will vacate to board a boat to Alaska.

In 1935, a discussion between Albert Einstein and Erwin Schrödinger occurred, centered around the Copenhagen Interpretation of quantum mechanics.

Basically, the Copenhagen Interpretation says that Objects have pairs of properties that can’t be measured at the same time. Observing or measuring an object is irreversible, and an object’s properties are only defined by the measurement results. The Copenhagen interpretation states that these quantum descriptions are objective and independent of personal beliefs.

Schrödinger tried to simplify this with a “thought problem”. Imagine a steel box, inside this steel box is a cat, a Geiger counter, a vial of poison, some radioactive material, and a mechanism that would break the vial of poison if the Geiger counter detected a single decaying atom from radioactive material.

This tipping point is called “superposition” in which the unobserved cat is both dead and alive at the same time, because the box is sealed.

Once the box is opened, the observed cat is either dead or alive, but not both.

This “thought problem” has been the center of theoretical quantum physics ever since.

My first reaction is “Why a cat?” I’m assuming it must be something that is alive. It can’t be a pet rock, all pet rocks are both alive and dead all the time, even when observed. Schrödinger wanted the shock value to be obvious.

It couldn’t be your favorite succulent. A nice cactus could fit in the box, however the problem of when the cactus dies is an issue. I suspect that many observed alive cacti are actually dead cacti and we don’t know it for months.

So why a cat? A dog would scurry around knocking things over, making a mess of the box, and barking continuously.

Why not a human? Because the whole thought problem is based on a sealed box, where everything is unobserved, because when the object is seen it changes states. And a human would see all this, and try to figure out how to get out of the box.

In this reality, the cat choice is perfect, the cat is sitting or laying in some mysterious cat-like existence, pondering its Egyptian background.

There is the problem for me. Alive things are always aware of their surroundings and moving to stimulus, that’s a definition of being alive. The thought problem breaks down because it is flawed at the root.

It is all connected to the egotistical statement, “I think, therefore I am”. Because we are curious, we use time and measuring tools to define existence. Does anything exist unless man observes? This is the ultimate ego statement that only defines us as a part of reality.

Interesting, I just copied these two words and pasted them in ChatGPT, this is what I got…

“Myopic success” refers to short-term achievements or gains that are pursued or attained without considering long-term consequences or broader implications. This concept is often critiqued in various contexts, such as business, personal goals, or policy-making, where immediate results are prioritized over sustainable growth or lasting benefits.

Key Characteristics of Myopic Success:

1. Short-Term Focus: Emphasis on immediate outcomes rather than future stability or growth.

2. Lack of Foresight: Inadequate consideration of the long-term consequences or potential risks.

3. Quick Gains: Often involves strategies that yield fast results but may be unsustainable or harmful in the long run.

4. Neglect of Broader Impact: May overlook broader social, environmental, or economic impacts.

Examples:

Business: A company might prioritize quarterly profits by cutting research and development budgets, leading to a lack of innovation and long-term competitiveness.

Personal Finance: An individual might focus on high short-term returns by investing in high-risk stocks without a diversified portfolio, risking significant losses.

Public Policy: Government policies that provide immediate economic relief but do not address underlying structural issues, potentially leading to larger problems in the future.

Critique:

Sustainability: Myopic success often sacrifices sustainability for immediate gains, which can lead to eventual failure or crisis.

Ethical Concerns: It can involve unethical practices if short-term success is prioritized over long-term integrity and responsibility.

Missed Opportunities: By focusing only on the short-term, opportunities for long-term growth, innovation, and stability might be missed.

Understanding the pitfalls of myopic success is crucial for making informed decisions that balance immediate needs with future well-being.

Wow, not bad for blind prompts.

Obviously I’ve been pondering something. I recently joined and organization that was formed many years ago to save the historic Moraga Adobe in Orinda. And they succeeded!

It made me wish I had joined years ago, but maybe I could still help in other ways. The restoration challenge was great, but some things helped. Not only was it still mostly standing, it is the oldest home built in Contra Costa County. So it had obvious historical value. Built as the home of Joaquin Bernabe Moraga in 1841, it stayed in private hands until 2023.

This meant that it was vulnerable to the whims of the real estate market. It was noticed though, there were plaques indentifying the home as a historical site. The impact did not save it from being abandoned, graffitied, and even the plaques being stolen.

The life span of a building is unknown, nature will tear into it, but depending on the building material it may last a surprising long time. There is this fact to consider… the building must be built by people, it cannot build itself. If it is damaged, it will not heal itself, someone will have to restore it.

Adobes in California were everywhere. As late as 1950 there were at least 48 known Adobes in just Los Angeles. Today, not nearly so many.

In many cities, or counties, there are local organizations formed to save their adobes. Some want them to be educational centers, some want them to be museums, some want them to be restaurants, and yes, some want them to be homes.

The people who saved them are all human, the adobes are not. Adobes may be dirt and hay, but they will be here long after the humans who saved them are mere bones and dust. What then?

I’ve done a little internet research. I went quickly just to see the trends. I will have to go back to document. I found dozens of failed attempts, adobes plowed under for shopping centers with little regard for culture or history.

I also found half attempts. Adobes that almost made it but then slipped back into disrepair, primarily because the organizations had no control, or no money to purchase them from private hands.

The state and or state parks would seem the perfect solution. But the money is so tight to maintain what we already have, and in some cases where the state owns the Adobe, the other areas get the larger portion, and the Adobe gets deferred maintenance.

It then occurred to me everybody is trying the best they can to keep their end of the boat from sinking. Some are more successful at that than others.

I looked at about a dozen by-laws of the best organizations. Everyone of them was focused on saving their Adobe. That’s as it should be, but there is a broader problem if there is no effort to reach out to assist and support others in their struggle.

It takes people to build a repair adobes for the future. Sustainable people, people of all backgrounds. What happens when the core of a successful group ages out. Did they try as hard to recruit replacements for people, as they replaced adobe bricks?

Of course I’m using this Adobe restoration as a symbol for all successful changes. It’s not enough to “be the change”, you must be contagious with your passion. Think beyond yourself. Replace yourself!

I would hope for the combined efforts to save our Californio history, instead of allowing for the destruction of their homes, perhaps due to embarrassment of our actions from former years.

History is not always kind…

I’m proud of being the last child of my parents. My father was a brilliant under-achiever, due to the Depression and WWII never got the education or experience, to match his intellectual hopes.

He ended up retiring as a boilermaker, making his foremen miserable with his distain.

My mother spoke Norwegian until she was five, dropped out of school in the tenth grade, wrung chicken necks, never learned to drive, raised four children in tough times, and beat my father in bowling in her seventies.

My father was a semi-professional, bowler, bowling in three different leagues all the while when I was growing up. I was raised in a bowling alley.

Get a grip folks, one way or another, we are all Nepo Babies.