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Tuesday, January 28, 2014

My Moment with Pete Seeger



Many people will be celebrating the life, music, and activism of Pete Seeger. The 94 years that he was on this earth was a blessing to many. I am certainly one of those.

I considered writing about his life, songs, and activism for civil rights, justice, peace, the environment, etc. So I’ll not repeat what others are doing. Rather, I shall share the story of the brief moment I met Pete Seeger.
Eden Seminary

I believe that the year was 1984. I was an older seminary student, having entered EdenTheological Seminary in St. Louis at the age of 39. During my first year I was selected to represent the students of Eden on United Church of Christ Board for World Ministries Council of Theological Students.

The first meeting I attended was at the Board’s headquarters in New York City. Accompanying me was a visitor to Eden, the Rev. Takia Nishizawa, who was junior pastor of the United Church of Christ congregation and Nishinomiya, Japan.

After one of the meetings, Taki and I went for a walk that took us
The Riverside Church
past the cathedral-like Riverside Church, where we noticed lots of people entering. We entered, too.

In the sanctuary we found a gathering of folks who were preparing to travel by bus all night to Washington, D.C., where they were to picket the South African embassy in opposition to apartheid. At the front of the sanctuary, standing at a microphone with banjo in hand, stood Pete Seeger.


Taki and I stayed. There were speakers, prayers, and lots of songs, led by Pete and others. After about 90 minutes, folks began leaving the sanctuary to board the buses for the trip to D.C. With Taki at my side, I walked up to the chancel where Pete Seeger stood talking to the Rev. Dr. William "Bill" Sloane Coffin, Jr., whom I knew.

The Riverside Sanctuary
I introduced myself to Peter, said that I wished that I could go with them to D.C., and said I would be praying for their mission. My moment with Pete Seeger lasted three or four minutes; Still, I have carried them in my heart ever since. For in Pete Seeger I experienced a truly gentle and straightforward human being, truly passionate about his ideals and willing to walk the walk.

That was my moment. Now here is just a bit of Pete’s music:










 Well done, Pete
Rest in Peace, Precious Friend

Here are a of my few recommendations (wishing that I owned all of them):


Thursday, December 05, 2013

Thursday, November 07, 2013

Albert Camus and Me


“Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure.”
~ Albert Camus, The Stranger

Those words that begin the novel, The Stranger, are the first ones written by Albert Camus that I ever read; they were far from the last.
     
I was introduced to the writings of Camus via the stranger during the second semester of my freshman year at the University of Kentucky. There were two required English courses that all freshman had to take. This was the second of those.

Nothing about the first semester English class kicks in my mind. I do have vivid memories of that second semester class. The instructor, a graduate student (whose name, I think, was McCown), sported a full, long, very red beard. He also drove a British sports car, a British racing green MGA, that was so polished that its body gleaned in the sunlight. He quickly became my ideal scholar.

McCown introduced me not only to Albert Camus, but also to Ernest Hemingway, Jack Kerouac, and John Paul Sartre—authors who have given me great pleasure and insights in the almost 50 years since I took that class.

This post is not about my second semester English class. It is about Albert Camus, French Nobel Prize winning author, journalist, and philosopher, who was born 100 years ago today. He introduced me (and the world) the concept of the absurd and, along with Sartre, the philosophical movement of Existentialism, although Camus has been reported as saying, “I am not an existentialist. Sartre and I are always surprised to see our names linked...”

Whatever Camus may say said about existentialism, to me he was an existentialist. He was also a hero. His words clicked with me. So during my first few years at the University of Kentucky, I also read The Plague, The Fall, The Rebel, The Myth of Sisyphus, as well as one or two of his plays and several essays. Reading Camus added to my vocabulary phrases such as “the freedom of the condemned man,” “the absurd,” “with rebellion, awareness is born,” "a leap to freedom," etc.

Camus died in a car accident on January 4, 1960, at the age of 46—much, much too young. Had he lived to become a senior citizen, I wonder what else he would have shared with the world.

On this 100th anniversary of his death, I salute the memory of Albert Camus and give thanks for his life and letters.





Monday, June 11, 2012

Too Bad It's Monday Humor (and KATZ)







Thoughts about Humor
  • A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs. It's jolted by every pebble on the road.~ Henry Ward Beecher
  • A humorist is a person who feels bad, but who feels good about it. ~ Don Herold
  • A joke is a very serious thing.~ Winston Churchill
  • A pun is the lowest form of humor, unless you thought of it yourself. ~ Doug Larson
  • A taste for irony has kept more hearts from breaking than a sense of humor, for it takes irony to appreciate the joke which is on oneself.~ Jessamyn West
  • Alimony is like buying hay for a dead horse. ~ Groucho Marx
  • Comedy has to be based on truth. You take the truth and you put a little curlicue at the end. ~ Sid Caesar
  • Comedy is simply a funny way of being serious. ~ Peter Ustinov
  • Everything human is pathetic. The secret source of humor itself is not joy but sorrow. There is no humor in heaven. ~ Mark Twain
  • Common sense and a sense of humor are the same thing, moving at different speeds. A sense of humor is just common sense, dancing. ~ William James



Two guys are drinking at a bar. The first says "Do you ever start thinking about something, and when you go to talk, you say something you don't mean?" 

The Second guy says "Yeah, I was at the airport buying plane tickets, and the chick behind the counter had these huge tits, and instead of asking her for 'two tickets to Pittsburgh' I asked for 'two tickets to Titsburgh' 

The First guy says, "Yeah, well I was having breakfast with my wife last week, and instead of saying 'Honey can you please pass me the sugar?', I said 'You've ruined my life you damned bitch.'"


A hunter kills a deer and brings it home. He decides to clean and serve the venison for supper. He knows his kids are fussy eaters, and won't eat it if they know what it is - so he does not tell them. His little boy keeps asking him, "What's for supper?" 

"You'll see", says his dad. 

They start eating supper and his daughter keeps asking what they're eating. 

"Ok," says her dad, "here's a hint, its what your mother sometimes calls me." 

"We're eating asshole!!", she screams.


A contractor was speaking with a woman about painting the interior walls of her house.

In the first room, she said she would like a pale blue.

The contractor wrote this down and went to the window, opened it, and yelled out "green side up!"

In the second room, she told the him she would like it painted in a soft yellow.

He wrote this on his pad, walked to the window, opened it, and yelled "green side up!"

The lady was somewhat curious, but she said nothing.

In the third room, she said she would like it painted a warm rose color.

The contractor wrote this down, walked to the window, opened it and yelled "green side up!"

The lady then asked him, "Why do you keep yelling 'green side up'?"

"I'm sorry," came the reply. "But I have a crew of blondes laying sod across the street."


The following excerpts appeared in the Salt Lake Tribune. They were taken from real court records.

Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, in most cases he just passes quietly away and doesn't know anything about it until the next morning?

Q: What happened then?
A: He told me, he says, "I have to kill you because you can identify me."
Q: Did he kill you?

Was it you or your brother that was killed in the war?

The youngest son, the 20-year-old, how old is he?

Q: She had three children, right?
A: Yes.
Q: How many were boys?
A: None.
Q: Were there any girls?

Were you alone or by yourself?

Q: I show you Exhibit 3 and ask you if you recognize that picture?
A: That's me.
Q: Were you present when that picture was taken?

Were you present in court this morning when you were sworn in?

Q: You say that the stairs went down to the basement?
A: Yes.
Q: And these stairs, did they go up also?

Q: Now then, Mrs. Johnson, how was your first marriage terminated?
A: By death.
Q: And by whose death was it terminated?

Q: Do you know how far pregnant you are now?
A: I'll be three months on March 12th.
Q: Apparently then, the date of conception was around January 12th?
A: Yes.
Q: What were you doing at that time?

Do you have any children or anything of that kind?

Was that the same nose you broke as a child?

Q: Mrs. Jones, do you believe you are emotionally stable?
A: I used to be.
Q: How many times have you committed suicide?

So, you were gone until you returned?

You don't know what it was, and you didn't know what it looked like, but can you describe it?

Q: Have you lived in this town all your life?
A: Not yet.

A Texas attorney, realizing he was on the verge of unleashing a stupid question, interrupted himself and said, "Your Honor, I'd like to strike the next question."

Q: Do you recall approximately the time that you examined that body of Mr. Huntington at St. Mary's Hospital?
A: It was in the evening. The autopsy started about 5:30 P.M.
Q: And Mr. Huntington was dead at the time, is that correct?
A: No, you idiot, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was performing an autopsy on him!






A farmer was milking his cow. He was just starting to get a good rhythm going when a bug flew into the barn and started circling his head. Suddenly, the bug flew into the cow's ear. The farmer didn't think much about it, until the bug squirted out into his bucket. It went in one ear and out the udder.


An out-of-towner drove his car into a ditch in a desolated area. Luckily, a local farmer came to help with his big strong horse named Buddy.

He hitched Buddy up to the car and yelled, "Pull, Nellie, pull." Buddy didn't move.

Then the farmer hollered, "Pull, Buster, pull." Buddy didn't respond.

Once more the farmer commanded, "Pull, Jennie, pull." Nothing.

Then the farmer nonchalantly said, "Pull, Buddy, pull." And the horse easily dragged the car out of the ditch.

The motorist was most appreciative and very curious. He asked the farmer why he called his horse by the wrong name three times.

The farmer said, "Oh, Buddy is blind, and if he thought he was the only one pulling, he wouldn't even try!"

A newlywed farmer and his wife were visited by her mother, who immediately demanded an inspection of the place. The farmer had genuinely tried to be friendly to his new mother-in-law, hoping that it could be a friendly, non-antagonistic relationship. All to no avail though, as she kept nagging them at every opportunity, demanding changes, offering unwanted advice, and generally making life unbearable to the farmer and his new bride.

While they were walking through the barn, during the forced inspection, the farmer's mule suddenly reared up and kicked the mother-in-law in the head, killing her instantly. It was a shock to all no matter their feelings toward her demanding ways.

At the funeral service a few days later, the farmer stood near the casket and greeted folks as they walked by. The pastor noticed that whenever a woman would whisper something to the farmer, he would nod his head yes and say something. Whenever a man walked by and whispered to the farmer, however, he would shake his head no, and mumble a reply.

Very curious as to this bizarre behavior, the pastor later asked the farmer what that was all about.

The farmer replied, "The women would say, 'What a terrible tragedy' and I would nod my head and say, 'Yes, it was.' The men would then ask, 'Can I borrow that mule?' and I would shake my head and say, 'Can't. It's all booked up for a year.'"


A young man was walking through a supermarket to pick up a few things when he noticed an old lady following him around. Thinking nothing of it, he ignored her and continued on. Finally he went to the checkout line, but she got in front of him. 

"Pardon me," she said, "I'm sorry if my staring at you has made you feel uncomfortable. It's just that you look just like my son, who just died recently." 

"I'm very sorry," replied the young man, "is there anything I can do for you?" 

"Yes," she said, "As I'm leaving, can you say 'Good bye, Mother!' ? It would make me feel so much better." 

"Sure," answered the young man. 

As the old woman was leaving, he called out, "Goodbye, Mother!" 

As he stepped up to the checkout counter, he saw that his total was $127.50. 

"How can that be?" he asked, "I only purchased a few things!" 

"Your mother said that you would pay for her," said the clerk. 

Recharging!


KATZ
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