Hot Button Cause For Alarm

Hot Button Cause For Alarm

 

Lately I am redefining the world as I know it by refashioning and paraphrasing the words I use.  Seems as if I am often unsure of what has just been written or said, and I am guilty of this, more often than not.  “What does that mean, daddy?” Do not want to become a walking dictionary or an arbitrator of common use, but in my world things are changing almost overnight, 

and I wake to puzzling statements on the Internet and primarily in the banner headlines google news is calling news.  Requires new thinking and a constant practice of updating.  New term.  New usage.  New understanding.  Wikipedia seems to be where one can do to figure out what’s up and what is meant by the usage of certain words and phrases and common expression, that aren’t so common anymore.

 

Hot Button for me was an old cold war term.  Was associated with the red phone and was thought to be sitting on or near the President of the United States desk in case of an emergency and a conversation needed to take place to avoid a nuclear weapons attack.  Had to do with the Cuban Missile Crisis and early 1960’s paranoia.  Turns out a story was written for the www.smithsonianmag.com dated June 18, 2013 that there never was such a thing as a Red Phone in the White House, the president’s house and office.  From this came the idea of a hot button.  Something one would push to activate weapons of mass destruction.  Cold war spawn and the term hot button is still around but is currently used to describe something that elicits a strong emotional response or reaction.  Most recently used and will cite this as a example.  An issue that became a hot button among younger voters.

 

So election and hot button and issue, combine to bring to mind recently the idea of things bring forth fear and anger and cause to argue.  Bring this up because I was reading this morning about family holiday gathering and how they made plans to avoid conversations about politics and the new developments related to Presidential Election November 8, 2016.  Avoid this and related topics at all cost.  But of course this goes against the grain of instant communication and everybody at the family gathering on their individual smart phones and on the net and google and involved with a world embedded in a screen.  So it is not a problem.  Is not a hot button cause for alarm, which is the title of my blog for today.

 

History and old news and we have agreed to not talk about it for the sake of a harmonious holiday gathering and time of celebration.  Old news and now Stoney Blogger wants to add another term to his vocabulary and speech.  Fake News. 

 

 Seems we need to come up with a way to deal with issues and articles and things disguised as official news or reports, that have not been fact-checked and verified.  On the internet and just mention something and it is said to go viral when so many views see it and comment on it, that it becomes the source of news.  And its not true.  It is partially true.  It is true in the mind and ears and head of the beholder.  Photoshop and Viral presentations on FaceBook and other social media and that indeed has become a hot button for cause of alarm.

 

Nuisance pronouncements become false alarms.  False but readily accepted by the reader.  Sounds possible.  But has room for plausible denial.  And this is a new technique used and perhaps influenced a lot of people  during recent elections both in America and in the UK.  Like creosote as a cause for a chimney fire,  hot button topics can also become cause for alarm.  Not sure if it is a true emergency with grave and injurious outcomes, but gives me pause and has me changing the way I use words in public and in my blogs.

 

Electronic noise and nuisance alarm diffusion is starting to become a problem.  Can’t trust what you hear or the notions that come to mind just from seeing a Banner Headline.  Is this cause for alarm, and again there are so many of us I wonder who I am asking, when I post an inquiry such as this.  Remind myself again, be careful with the words and phrases one uses while in conversation on The Internet.  Make changes.  Use a lot of disclaimers.  And most of all done do any of this during pregnancy.  Might be bad for the future lot of children now in the making.  Not sure.  Is speculation on my part, but something I wanted to mention.  Not sure why.

 

Troubleshooting and putting out fires is not what I want to do during the holidays.  Leave that to the professionals.  That is what I plan to do.  Not saying I will leave my mobile device or devices at home.  Can’t leave home without them is the new thinking.  Sweating bullets and being around body scanner is enough stress that comes with passing through one’s local transportation center and airport.  Don’t need it.  Would rather walk, or just stay where I am and use my cellphone to tell my family I love them. 

 

Changing ways in America.  But from what we have agreed to do, not talk about it for the sake of harmonious interaction, there will be no hot button cause for alarm this year.  That’s a promise.  Of course this could just be part of The Fake News I was telling you about at the beginning.  How would we know.  What’s true and what isn’t.  In today’s world we adapt and are flexible.  We don’t talk about it, so how would we know?   Just asking.

 

How.Is.It.Possible

How.Is.It.Possible

 

Again I am having to come up with a format or a way of doing it my-way.  Two contradictory ideas running parallel and he thinks it important to give them equal time without being biased.

Main idea he wanted to write about in this blog:  How is it possible I missed this?

Have decided I could write a book about such a topic but am willing to discipline myself and leverage the moment and the situation to condense it all to a daily blog.  Keep it short.  Make a point.  Post it.  Come back tomorrow.

Two ideas on the page that I want to give equal exposure and time.  Is it possible?  This could lead to a discussion that opens doors of opportunity for some, and slams the door shut for others.

My second major theme for this blog.  How is it possible I missed this?

And could spend quite some time going into a discussion about missed opportunity and how my whole education and family and cultural upbringing, prepared me to miss certain things in life.

 

Probing and wondering if indeed I missed anything, or if this was just selective living, such that it was the best survival technique available to me at the time.  Didn’t miss anything important, but now that we look back with hindsight, seeing we have The Internet and Connected Society, we may be missing many opportunities and future events, just because it is so new and we have yet to apply the energy and effort to be-in-the-know, whatever that means.

 

Contrast that with the idea of  need-to-know, and realize there are many things that some do not allow us to know or have access to.  Is this possible, that we have had this artificial restriction imposed upon us.  Access to Information, and is that limitation now removed, with the advent of The Internet?  Not sure where we begin with a discussion like this, realizing this is a blog and I must keep it short.

 

Keeping this conversation short might prove to be impossible.  How is it possible?  How.Is.It.possibe and this is a new way of presenting all of this to myself.  What did I miss?  And this may involve a discussion about  timing and development.  What did I miss because there was no computer available to me in 1953?  What did I miss and how is it possible that something like this could happen?

Of course, I have my own perspective on this, and maybe the reason I take the time and energy to blog about such things.  How can we miss something, if it is unknown to us.  Hence a discussion on the principals of  need-to-know living and being.  Inclusion and Exclusion as a principled way of social being and interaction.  Gets deep and complicated just by introducing such things as simple as  need-to-know.

 

Missing something?  What did I miss.  Leads me to a path where I have 9 out of 10 chances to stay off the path and be lost.  Not sure if this is where I want to go.  Missing something.  Taking the wrong turn.  Ending up in the wrong place.  Wow.  Didn’t want to take this conversation to this intersection of wrong or right.  Nope, is something I was hoping to avoid.  The wrong place or topic or path.  So missing something and asking, “how is this possible?”, and then being clever and thinking you can end up somewhere else just by using a different format:  how.is.it.possible .

 

Missing Something , and missing someone and suddenly I am wondering how it is possible I missed out.  Missed out on what?  A little companionship.  A major development of being human.  What did I miss?  And that could be a blog for another day.   Why do we miss someone.?  Why does this come up during the holidays.?  Leads us to talk about relationships and family and love.  Love the holiday season.  Is something that comes with me.  Pleasure and Passion for this time of year.  And is my job to make it happen.  Holiday Cheer.

 

At the point where this blog becomes too long.  So will cut it short.  But before I go.  Will wish you a happy and prosperous period of celebrating and being with others.  Am good to go now.  Won’t stray off the path, because I won’t go there.  Will stay at home.  Turn on the music, and turn up the lights.  Will brighten my surrounding and gladden my heart, raising spirts to the highest point, by just saying, “Holiday Wishes to All.  Have a good time.”

And for now.  That’s it.  Won’t dwell on something more complicated than I have time to attend to in the present moment.  Is fun to wonder and speculate, but as my friend Lonnie once said,  “Now is not the time.  “   Won’t tell you what else she said and did, as that will be considered as of this moment, as a need-to-know subject, declared by me, as off-limits.  Restricted.  And for now.  That’s it.  Holiday’s are just in front of us.  Let’s go there.  And do it safely.  And yes,  have fun.  Tis the Season.  2016.  Enjoy.

Natural Light

Natural Light

 

I am not sure if this is a believable situation.  Tis Sunday morning and just 6 am.  I am awake and lately or wait, since October when I was deadly or maybe say, “Very Sick.”, I have looked at the start of each new day quite differently.  As if each is a delicate and fragile gift and I should be most careful how it is received, handled and repackaged in both daily and long-term memory.  This is new for me.  Before lying on my floor without anything but water when I could force it into me, I just assumed the passing of the days.  Wake up.  Go to work.  Complete the routine and don’t rock the boat.

 

And I did that until I was about 50 years old.  Then things changed, mostly in the environment and locality where I lived, and not wanting to move, I continued with nature’s plan, this thing called behavioral and species adaption.  Now year’s later, to prove the point that I didn’t just adapt and turn into a couch potatoe, I will mention that on this day, November 20, 2016, I will be walking out of my residence at 10 am and making my way down the hill and into a football stadium.  This is mentioned to strengthen the point I want to make.  I am not a couch potato over the age of 50.  I am attending a football game along with 70,000 others.  And the highlight of this all is the visiting team.  Philadelphia. Seen in Natural Light.  Hawks and Eagles.

 

And just one more thing, to tie this all together and make one coherent paragraph out of the opening salvo of words.  Spontaneous Disruption.   You see, I wanted to title this blog:  Spontaneous Disruption in Natural Light.  But I have found over the years, the longer the title, the few are the readers that come to your blog and join in the joint venture of the reader-writer experience.  So the title is:  Natural Light.  The content material will be mostly about spontaneous disruptions in life, and how that has anything to do with the coming and going of this blogger, and the coming and going of each new day he finds himself participating in.  Alive. 

 

 A Live Blog.  Not Couch potato.  Football Stadiums and a team to support.  And if this is not enough material for a blog about spontaneous disruption in natural light,  I will provide some unexpected twists and turns in the plot or story or point I hope to be at by the time this blog is complete.  Let us begin.

 

Back to the subject of spontaneous disruption before I forget what I wanted to say.  Aging and memory loss, and that could be a good example of spontaneous disruption, but even so that isn’t the primary thing I wanted to say in this paragraph.  Also was not going to spend a lot of time and energy on Couch Potato, although I did want to mention that today would be a good day to be one.  Seems that the weather is favorable for creating The Perfect Storm.  Rain. Wind.  Turbulence.  A good day to stay home and watch a football game on TV.  But I still have the issue of natural light to attend to.  Natural light as in sunlight and directional cast from light reflected or deflected off or through the cloud layer that at this moment passes overhead.

 

Natural light, as in that which you see, sitting in an outdoor stadium with 70,000 others that have paid good money for the privilege of being there with you.  Natural light and what there is of it, with the lights turned on at 1 pm on a Sunday afternoon, and threatening sky and rain clouds and rain over the top.  Add to that the smartphone selfie distraction and mini-flashes of light going on and competing with the drops of rain on glasses, now covered with mist and moisture and perspiration, as the game goes along and you become more involved.  Couch Potato no more,  but live and getting livelier as your team falls behind by 14 points and you are certain that a losing effort will spoil this day, G-D given and precious and what I was saying at the beginning.  “A Fragile and Precious Gift.”

Am fact checking now before I proceed.  Into the storm and off to the stadium, but that happens in a few hours, and before then I want to make a correction

I said:  “….  A delicate and fragile gift.”

 

Not sure it is worth quibbling about.  Delicate or Precious.  The point to be made is that I woke up this morning, and will be going to a football game that starts at 1:30 pm, local time.  Adding to this the idea of not being a couch potato, even as it seems this would be the perfect day for transforming into one.  Bad weather and what does one expect in November and just a few days before Thanksgiving.  Often we look for the first snow and the opening of the Ski Slopes, but in my case, I look forward to going to an outdoor event in bad weather and I am not picky if its snow or rain or just climate-change-controlled glacial depressions of the deepest kind.

 

Not wanting to get off topic, I now will work my way through the process of waking of up, having a cup of tea, completing a blog, as it is my early morning routine and habit to turn on the computer first thing after going to the bathroom and doing first morning things.  Turn on the light.  Wake up the mind.  Turn on the computer.  Wake up the Tea-pot.  And all those little things we do, when first greeted by morning.

 

Spontaneous disruption and think back to 1980 and that era, when Mount St. Helen erupted and spew ash and fire and dirty air into the sky.  Remember how it spoiled my day and the weeks beyond that day, as I could not breath and did a lot of coughing.  My mind comes to light on that event and it  is etched in clay on the lamp I keep.   The lamp is an artist’s view of the erupting mountain in artistic terms, reminding me that this truly did happen.  The eruption of Mount Saint Helen.  Which is to this day my best example and reminder of spontaneous disruption in natural light.

Secret Life Of ant.AUNTS

Secret Life Of ants/Aunts

 

Not sure I intended to talk in code.  BREXIT.  The Donald.   Election Over.  Who Won?

Begins the blog and thoughts of a New Year.  Celebration and Celebrity Cause 2017.

 

So begins this blog.  The Secret Life and had to do some inquiry to make sure I wasn’t plagiarizing somebody’s previous works.  Difficult in today’s world, keeping up.  Best to realize early that if you error, somebody will call you on it.  Maybe even take you to court, and as we know this is something best to avoid, as it is a process that spells both justice and punitive results.  Win and Lose.  All because you dare say the wrong thing.

 

Lately I have seen novel work-arounds for the situation.  The Secret Life becomes a variation.   Secret Life of ants.AUNTS

Is best not to think you have all the answers.  In today’s world the most surprising things occur.  Surveillance and Selfies.  Side by Side. Is the idea that is going on around me as I sit down to blog.  Be careful what you say, but say it anyway.  The Donald.

 

I am intrigued by all of this.  Saturday and is a day of rest for me.  Not sure if I am violating one of the laws, but as you know, there are so many laws and jurisdictions, and with plane travel  and space travel is difficult to know just which laws you might be violating.  So I have decided I will take what I know, and mix with that, THE UNKNOWN.  Merge the subject, which are vast and write about it.  Only thing is, what I am doing is not new and improved, nor original. 

 

A quick look on Google and I learn that there exists a book by Jae Choe  and Dan Perlman and Jane Goodall on amazon.com, with the title:  Secret Lives of Ants.  Did not want to break my train of thought and did notice that some clever people were using the period sign to conjunct words into a single thought.  Hence  ants.AUNTS becomes a legitimate expression in their world.

 

So for my purpose here I decided I would follow along and do what they do.  Learned this by watching football.  Learned that the NFL ( national football league ) is said to be a copy-cat league.  Don’t have the time to prove or disprove that, and don’t want to end up in Court with a contentious battle on my hands, so will just say:  “Saw it on the Internet. Will repeat it here.  But without responsibility.”   Not sure that works, but for expediency and just the desire to continue, I will try this approach.  Trust it doesn’t offend anybody, but if it does:  “See you in Court.”

 

Stunning.  Comprehensive.  Compelling.  Walking around with that look on one’s face, asking:  “For Real?”   Each day and week and month and year, we think:  “We Have Seen It All.”  And then something utterly inconceivable happens.  Maybe you know what I am talking about.  Can’t be specific, as I do not want to be sued and end up in court,  but maybe you know what I am talking about.  Not even done with the last set of particulars, and it is as if overnight, everything has changed for me and perhaps others. 

 

Facing a new tomorrow and possible reality, and I ask:  “Does this have to do with A Secret Life.?”  How could this happen without me knowing?  Of course I am not a Know-It-All.  I am a regular guy or gal.  But really.  This came out of the blue.  Didn’t see it coming.  Sunning.  Compelling.  Comprehensive.  Now my expectations for the New Year 2017 are different.  Not sure I can put it into words.  But will write a blog and hope I feel better when done.

 

Comes to me that I am such a small part of all of this. Invisible.  Unseen.  Unheard of.  Unspoken.  Unwritten.  Back to the notice,  “It’s a secret.  Don’t worry, we will explain it all later.”  But they never do.  Or so it seems.  Not in a timely manner when I could have done something significant to reduce its impact on my personal life.  Lumping it all together and putting it off to the side, where I will look at it later. 

The Secret Life. 

 

Then comes a fancy way of devising a title for a blog.  Half-baked and not ready for the dinner table, where in the old days we would sit at day’s end, eat a meal with family and friends and others, and talk about our day and news and other things. 

 

Is Saturday morning and he writes a blog.  Tries to sort it out, and prepare for the next 5 weeks of holiday celebration at the end of the year 2016.  Not to say that 2016 contained the most painful and intimate moments of my life,  but am aware that I did lose some important people in my life, a best friend or two, and yes:  It was hard but here I am.  Survived.  Writing about it.  I must be okay.

 

A dream come true.  This year is just about over.  Now I can get on with my life.  Perhaps.  Well, maybe.  It is complicated.  Can’t really go into details so I will write about The Secret.  Ants and Aunts and things I can relate to and explain, is how I will proceed.  And when done it will be like a dream come true.  It will be processed in my mind like so many things from 1950 to now.  It never happened.  Or if it did,  it was a secret and not really something that I thought about or knew about or dealt with.  A dream come true.  Fantasy.  The Internet.  Alternative Reality.  A free ticket to mars.

 

Looking at all the possibilities, come across this.  Universal Truth sets forth moments of transcendence,  offset by months of confusion, and I am pleased that it is but 5 weeks to Christmas and New Years.  Not sure we can have a Secret Life with all the cameras that surround me.  Top Down.  Ground Level.  Hidden in the Dressing Room.  Secret Life no more. 

 

So what do we do in court during the Discovery Phase.  Court Appointed or High-Priced Advocate and it is best to just place hand and fingers over eyes, and wait to see if you disappear or are just invisible or lose consciousness.  Not unsure of myself, but rather of my immediate environment and seek help and advice from my Aunt.  She texts me.  I reply.  “Help.  Help.”  And that is the last I hear from her.  That was Thanksgiving 2015.  Something happened.  A disconnect.  Lost in the communication shuffle, and have been on my own.

 

Want to go the Anonymous Route and just write and post and repeat, as is necessary and possible.  Like having a second life, and going with the idea:  Every Thing Is Known.  There are no secrets.  There is no life.  No ants.  Family has gone missing and for now we make up an explanation and blame it on global warming,  axis shift, and degradation of the coral.  Acceptance is big with me this morning.  Accept the idea you can’t fix everything.  Deal with the left-overs and anxiety of a start-up agent.  Set fire to yesterday’s plans.  See things as maybe they are.  Without the possibility of parole and personal history.  It is what it is.  To me. 

Total Mystery. 

The secret life of ant.AUNTS.  Not sure why this appears in the plural, but suspect it is an issue of Collective Issues, and nothing personal.  Take no offense that you are in the public eye, as smart-phones take your picture, and automated programs do the rest.  Heavy lifting to FaceBook, and there you are.  Nothing Personal.  Boy Wonder made an APP and made it available in Play Store.  There you are.  

NO Secret Life.

WYSIWYG

The Donald.