The Meaning Of Life

Meaning of Life

 

Ambitious title and it is a short blog, because he wants it that way.  With a question he sweeps away all doubt.  Am I making problems for myself?  Meaning of Life and maybe that is way too much to handle before consuming his first cup of tea on Saturday morning, 6 am.  Perhaps a step back and that will clarify the stream of thought he is having.  Meaning of Life becomes,  does this have a meaning for me?  Now what, he has introduced a completely different idea into the conversation, and as we might dread or hesitate, it seems to be all about him.  Blog writer and Stoney and might be a brief history lesson to determine if this is about the MEE  MEE Generation.  He steps back.  States it all as clearly as he can.  Meaning of Life is bigger than one person, hence can’t be a blog just about me.  Now I am feeling better.  If this is not a blog about Stoney Blogger and the Meaning of Life as interpreted by him, what is it about?  Maybe its about asking or starting out with the right question, and we know that in a short blog,  Questioning the meaning of life is a bit too much.  So where do we go from here?   Let me explain.

It all begins for me right here.  John Muir.  1871.  Let me explain.

 

I have no idea what it means, nor why this might be important just now.  Is the reason I am here, blogging at 6 am on a Saturday morning about something I know so little about.  Things that increase my ignorance.  Blog titles that include:  The Meaning of Life.  Blog comments that inform me about John Muir.  1871.  And a thought I woke with.  My world begins with this:  San Francisco  1850 to 2050.   This has been a constant for me.  When I sit down to write, be it a blog or a book or a short essay, my starting point is always a block of years which I try to focus on.  From these years I draw from the source and without much effort, complete the sentence I am working on.  One thing leads to another and before I know it I have completed a daily blog.  That continues and I keep writing.  Suddenly I realize I have completed a manuscript.  Not sure I am brave enough to call it a book, but have reinvented myself as of late, and am no longer an aspiring writer, amateur to profession, but instead have become in the stomach of my own mind,  a CONTENT PROVIDER.

Meaning of Life and now we ask again, what does he mean?  Content Provider and is a new term, or at least new to me.  Not sure the difference between a published writer  and a Content Provider can be explained in a short blog.  So he takes a short cut.  Mentions John Muir.  1871.  And he had mentioned already that he is talking about a meaning of life that can be centered in the years 1850 to 2050.  And now we know,  he is talking in big pictures terms.  We know for now that a single or individual life does not take up the span of 200 years.  So that narrows things down.  He is talking about a collective life and the meaning that might be derived from that.  Again this is a Stoney-Blogger Interpretation.  Truth is.

 

Caught in a stream going in two directions or more.  From mountain high to sea bottom, and we realize, there lies the answer to all of this.  Meaning of Life and add to that a simple fact some have related to me.  A single cell holds all the information necessary for creation.   Meaning of Life.  Creation.  Published Author.  Content Provider.  John Muir.  1871.  Puzzling perhaps, until he mentions that he is thinking about a collection of things that begin with looking at a blog comment in one of the blogs he wrote, not long ago.  In that blog, Sumie Madness and Brush Off he finds what he is looking for.

Is an interesting comment from an online-Associate who lives in Scotland, but has thoughts from time to time that stretch from his world to mine.  And this is where this blog really starts to take on meaning.  The COLLECTIVE.  Not sure if I am referring to this world I partially occupy.  Online and Communicating with others, by writing a blog that is usually centered just on me, and is what we say, stream of consciousness writing.  Caught in a stream going in two directions or more.  And am currently in a pool or eddy that swirls and calms, and is not exactly standing water, but is mirror-like island from which I can reflect,  Mountains and Sea.   1850 to 2050.  Spans the years.  Starting not in San Francisco in 1848, but rather starts here and now.  John Muir.  1871.  Yosemite.  In this blog and with the help of others, am transported to Yosemite in 1871.  Now in my mind, my work is done.  The rest should be other than MEE-MEE.  Keeping with my intent, a blog should be short.  Which means, one’s intent should be clear when writing such things.  Meaning of Life and I cannot explain that to you in this blog.  But I can give meaning to such things as the mentioning of John Muir and a reference to Yosemite, California.  1871.

 

Perhaps I have done all I can. What follows is surprise and delight for me.  Without knowing much about what I speak or write about, clarification often comes later.  Comment Field and the contribution of others, and I am thinking:  This is the Meaning of Life for me.  Shared thought.  Collective and contributions made, spanning oceans and continents and time.  And there it is.  Am almost done now.  But not yet.

Now I have reached the point when reality and dream are one.  1850 or is it 1871?  Not being very precise now, but that appeals to me also.  Now jump ahead to 2050 and he talks from the foundation that is clearly classified as Future.  Content Provider and information is KING.  He pretends to have all the answers and we can question that?  John Muir and what does that have to do with anything I might be interested in?  Another question that may not have an answer.  Takes time, to figure it out.

And now he has moved on.  Multiple streams from mountain to sea and he is now asking the search engine on the Internet about  Quasimoto and multiple streams.  As if doing so will make sense and complete the thought.  John Muir .   1871.  And he learns.  Yosemite Glaciers.  New York Tribune.  December 5, 1871.  The following was John Muir’s first published work, for which he was paid $200 dollars.  Which at the time, 1871, was a large sum of money.  Contrast that with the idea, Stoney writes this blog for  FREE.   Imagine that.  He smiles.  Likes the idea that John Muir describes his adventures in Yosemite and his surprising discovery. 

 

And what might that be, his discover that gives meaning to life, or perhaps is the meaning of life that Stoney-Blogger is looking for.  Exciting discovery of ‘LIVING’ glaciers in the Sierra Nevada in the fall of 1871.   And stoney-blogger wonders,  in 2050   what will be the fate of the natural state of things?  Glaciers.  Global Warming and C02.  Nukes and North Korea.  Will there even be a United States? 

 

And he laughs.  Meaning of Life and his remains buried in the mountains or at the bottom of the sea.  Somewhere in time.  1850 to 2050.  And again he mentions  John Muir.  1871.  And now we know why.  He read it in a book or in a blog-comment-field, and he is clearly distracted or dedicated to being caught in a stream going in two directions or more.  From mountain high to sea bottom, and we realize, there lies the answer to all of this.  Stoney’Blogger and this blog:  Meaning of Life.  Joins with Quasimoto and the Multiple Stream to become more than it really is.   

Imagine that.

 

Sumie Madness and Brush Off

Sumi-e Madness And Brush Off

I brought this book home and it was all about Japanese design and was leaning in the direction of artwork that might be seen as a fashion statement when used to make a traditional kimono.  And it was just yesterday that I was influenced to write about a semi-Japanese cultural theme.  Of course it takes more than just one look, or one book to make a proper statement about subjects that are at best remote distance learning items, and at best seen but not felt, as say it would be if you were preparing for your celebration to express one’s entry into Japanese Womanhood.

 

So now I am making another attempt to write about subjects foreign to me, but since I live on the West Coast of America, thinking I know all there is to know about all-things-Asian.  So will continue, and just say, “In my Japanese Period and will write.”  Brings me to the blog:  Sumi-e Madness  and is a bit of a stretch to suggest, “I have a friend and she is first generation Japanese.  We talk on the phone.  But she doesn’t read my blogs.”  With that, I will continue.

 

Sumi-e Society and have a few friends.  One happens to be Japanese and for privacy and common respect, I will give her the name:  Sumie.  Often we disagree.  Last time that happened, we brushed each other off, and decided to talk, but not meet face to face.  Is how I know that when East Meets West, it amplifies the message:  “Different Strokes For Different Folk.”  Takes a lot to keep a friendship going.  On and Off, and is individual choice that decides what it will be at any given time.  So last week it was a telephone call, and then we decided to meet and go for a ride in the car.  So we did that, and now it seems we are planning to meet for lunch, but first comes the reservation.  Best to make a reservation at a good restaurant.  “You aren’t taking me to a Pho Noodle Shop, are you?”  So that was my moment to suggest something better.  “Nah let do a 5-star where they have Asian Art, perhaps Sumi-e.

 

Of course I was thinking about a Bamboo Chinese Brush Painting motif that I had seen in a local Asian restaurant.  Difficult for me sometimes to keep the details straight, so I was thinking Japanese Art and basing what I know on a bamboo Chinese Brush Painting theme.  Not a good start, and needed to make some corrections.  Admit the error of my ways, and try to laugh it off that I was most ignorant about all things Japanese Art.

Of course, we were on the phone talking about all this, and she had this women’s sense that he was faking it.  “What are you suggesting, that we are going to a good Japanese Restaurant and then across the street to a Japanese or Asian Art Museum?”  Or are you thinking about taking me to a Japanese Event and Theater over at the University?”  And this is when I realized, Sumi-e Madness and Brush off was the next stroke that would or could  occur if I didn’t say all the right things in the next 5 minutes before she hung up on me.

“Not sure if that is what I was thinking.  Just wanted to see you and have a little fun.”

It has been a long time since I have been on a date.  And even longer that I have engaged in multi-cultural  Sumi-e Society interaction.  She knows it and says, “Study up.  Don’t take me to a Chinese Restaurant, let’s do Japanese.”  And this is when I realize it is not all the same.  There is a difference and now it is up to me.   Will take more than one book to bring me up to speed and make me ready.  Don’t need a debate about the difference between what is Japanese and what is Chinese and for sure, I don’t need to talk about North Korea.  Sophisticated conversation is what I seek with an old friend or maybe just a friendly conversation over food and drink.  But first she is right.  “Study up.  Call me back.  Surprise me.”

Here I am.  Not ready to make the call.  Working on the part that says I am getting my passion project off the ground with a great digital-reading experience.  Of course am aware at this time that being on the World Wide Web is not going to help me.  Can’t learn about these things, by frequenting online dating sites.  And multi-cultural is another dimension and obstacle I must overcome.  Can’t get by on good looks or throwing money around.  Drives a nice car.   Check.  Has a good job.  (Nope.  He’s retired now.)  Doesn’t live with his Mother.  Check.  Doesn’t know the difference between Chinese and Japanese are.  Check.  Check.  Checkmate.  Not sure this means the game is over.  “Just want to see you.  Have some fun.”  Is at the point where he needs priority support from the voice talking to him.  

 “Get smart.”

 

What to do or say next is just on the tip of his tongue.  Isn’t ready to present to her.  So he tries it out on his blog audience.  “Get smart.”  This is a great tip especially to those new to the blogosphere.  Short but very accurate information.  Many thanks for sharing this one.  A must read.  Stop talking.  Just pick out a nice place with good Japanese food and atmosphere, and make a reservation.  Congratulate yourself as you do self-speak and say, “You’ve got to be kidding me.  It is so transparently clear now.  How much about all-things Asian art and Japanese I have forgotten.  Let’s catch up.  Have a good dinner and a little fun. That’s what we should do.”

So in the end he does what he always does.  He books a flight to Tokyo for two and makes reservations at the best 5 star restaurant close to where they will be staying.  Congratulates himself for throwing money at the problem.  Now he calls her.  Tells her the key details of his big surprise.  Of course what comes next is a form of multi-cultural misunderstanding.  Silence.  East does not meet West.  “ When are you planning to do all this?”  It is all subject to confirmation.  Did it on the computer and have 10 days to cancel.  “Cancel.”  She said.  “I won’t be available.  Will tell you later why.”

And that is my blog for today.  Sumie Madness and Brush Off.  All done just after the 4^th of July and the big fireworks show.  And now I am thinking, he needs to smarten up on all things Japanese and needs to know more about this lady.  But of course,  it is just what it is.  More silence.  A few more years pass, and yep.  He knows less and less.  Tis what aging does for you.  Is no secret.

Furisode Sleeves

Furisode Sleeves

O. Chu. Sho.  These are the choices they offer.  In small print it states, sleeve length varies.  I think I have had this conversation before.  Size Matters.  Now we add a new wrinkle:  Length varies.  Seems we might need a fitting service to derive total satisfaction, but then again not sure I am the one that really knows.  In fact what I am sure of is that I will have a difficult time staying on topic.  But will say this is not a blog about swingers or swinging sleeves.  O. Chu. Sho.  Reminds me to fill in the blanks, clarify the language or words I am using, and most of all not to get side-tracked by something that comes to mind, when I bring this subject up.  O means long.  Chu means middle.  Sho  means short.  And to say more, Furisode is a Japanese word.

 

Now I digress.  Hate it when I go into Starbucks and I say, “Would like to have a cup of coffee.”  And have to listen to a lesson about their way of ordering a cup of coffee.  Annoying when I have been alive as long as I have been.  Want to tell them, “Just bring it.  I will pay the current price for what I receive.”  But that is not good enough, and I find myself walking out the door, empty handed, looking for a place that will serve me a cup of coffee sans  all the marketing B.S. that Starbucks is famous for.  “Not in the mood.”  Is the message I send when I want a cup a coffee and the person in front of me wants to talk about Furisode Sleeves.

 

Size matters.  Length varies.  But until I get my coffee and sit down and relax and get my morning started, none of that other stuff really matters.  Comfort food or drink, and once consumed as part of my early morning routine, I can set my priorities and get on with it.  Going to Starbucks is not my first choice.  Dressing up in suit and tie, or in the case of Japanese Best Dressed considerations, not something I would do before I have my first cup of coffee.  I would not deal with Furisode Kimono, and can say with certainty, size doesn’t matter when it comes to sleeves and a proper fitting and display, when all you want is to start your day, with a fresh cup of steaming hot coffee.

 

Want this to be a short blog that was entertaining and written in a clear and concise way, and not a collection of Japanese stories that I have collected along the way from birth to where I am today.  Furisode Sleeves  and when I wrote this for the first time, I wanted to make this the title of todays blog, but with modifications.  Wanted to write.  Crying into Furisode Sleeves.  Then thought twice and changed my mind.  Crying in the Rain would be a better title and something an American might relate to.   

 

 But once we get into the idea of what to call a cup of coffee and naming rights and protocol, we realize that maybe he should have titled this blog:  Singing in the Rain.  Why?  Because the real purpose of this blog is to address the issue of difficulty in life.  Which leads me to another subject.  Getting a morning cup of coffee at Starbucks without a hassle and argument, about what you call it.  Differences and I opt to allow them, and just get on with it.

 

So he wants to discuss the issue of difficulty, and not talk about Starbucks.  Even Furisode Sleeves seems an illogical way to discuss the subject of difficulty.    But maybe this is one of those times and situations where you have to be there to appreciate any of this.  Size Matters.  Length Varies.  And he decides to bypass Starbucks and Furisode Sleeves to arrive at a better place to have a conversation about difficulty in life.  Hence,  Singing in the Rain.  Was a movie made in 1952.  Debbie Reynolds.  Gene Kelly.  Donald O'Connor.

 

And brings me to the proper starting place about difficulty in life.  Seems a silent film production company wants to change, and go from silent films to movies that also have the element of sound.  So in many ways, Singing in the Rain is about film technology.  And now I can relate.  Seems technology change brings difficulty to the older people among us that have been doing things oh so differently.  Contrast 1952 and 2017.  And now we can see why he is having difficulty.  Living in 2017 and thinking and talking about 1952 realities, and when in mixed company we begin to see and realize:  Difficult at Best.

 

The people raised in 2000 and beyond have grown up with this technology.  So is a good time to say, “WTF.”, when old dude talks about Furisode Sleeves, 1940’s silent films, and about meeting his friend in Japan for the very first time, and she was wearing a kimono and even at age 18, looked so dignified.  He doesn’t go into detail, but even so it is not a conversation a person of today is comfortable with.  Difficulty in Life and now we are experiencing it.  He goes to Starbucks and gets into an argument  about what to call a cup of coffee.  Somebody is screaming at him.  “Size Matters.  Learn the new way or leave.”  He leaves.  This is difficulty in life and in one’s daily routine.  So now he has made his point.

There are certain things you just can’t talk about in today’s society.  Meeting a friend in 1952 might be one of those things.  Japanese just lost a war.  And he wants to talk about it.  1952 and he wants to talk about it, when a silent film production company wants to make a movie that is like a Broadway Stage Play, and add sound and dance and music.  Hence, is a transition period between the old and new.  And he lived through it,, and knows to some degree what he is talking about.  But his audience is not interested.  Has no clue what he is talking about.  Difficulty in Life and he is demonstrating in a minor way, what that is all about.

So let’s reverse engineer this conversation.  Singing in the Rain and is historically documented.  1952 film, and it was difficult to teach the actors what to do, and make it visually appealing when it is something new, and are doing it for the first time.  Now we know, song and dance movies are not too popular in 2017, and will not pay for itself or make a profit, compared to other productions that Netflix might do.  So this brings us to reducing the whole production to just a song.

Crying in the Rain and is a song made way back when.   1960’s to the 1980’s and was sung by James Taylor and Art Garfunkel and Carole King, and even Bob Dylan.  Now we can see all these things on YouTube.com and its not so difficult to relate with.  Seems strange that there was a time when we didn’t have computers, and such a thing as movies with sound was brand new.  So now we take one more step backwards.  Crying into Furisode Sleeves.  Sounds a lot like crying in one’s beer, but to him, Stoney Blogger it is different.  How different.  Depends, and will leave it at that.   Now gone full circle.  Reverse engineering and am able to start at the beginning, when all of this was new.  Furisode Kimono and meeting a girl or young women, age 18, in a Japanese Jazz Club in 1952, and now all of this is starting to make sense, but not yet and not completely.

Turns out that all of this blog is inspired by a first impression.  And a lasting impression.  Would like to demonstrate that.   Stoney Blogger is young.  The year is 1950-something.  He is in Japan.  Meets a girl and falls in love.  But times are different then.  Cultural differences and is not proper to look at our young women that way.  “Fall in Love.  Want to Marry.  Are you kidding me?”  Out comes the sword.  Off with the head.

And even for a 2017 day audience, they have seen enough evening news and video to know what “off with the head.”, really means.  Not something we want to see.  Certainly not something we will talk about.  And so now what?  Change the subject.  Size Matters. Length Varies.  And maybe on a good day, this is something the girls might talk about.

 

As for Stoney Blogger, it all makes sense.  Took a trip to a remote island somewhere between Seattle and Alaska to meet a friend.  That friend is now 84 years old.  And he sees her and smiles.  “Not pretty now.”  She says.  And he replies, “You are wearing the same kimono with furisode sleeves that you wore when I first met you.  Very pretty.”  And of course, it is his way of changing the subject and making the point, “Happy to see you.  It has been  40 years since last we met.”

And she responds.  “Yes.  Not wearing kimono now, just Nordstrom running suit.”   And he laughs.  “Very pretty just the same.”  And they wander off,  to fetch a cup of coffee and have some time together. Talking about the old days, and how things have changed, and yes, they even discuss the difficulty in life they have experienced in life.  “We are friends.  We can talk.  Not like the young people today.  They have cell phone and smart screens.  They are busy.”  And they laugh.