Punful

There’s never a bad time to inflict pun on people.  All language is a kind of play on words, the meanings taken from the stage they are set on.  Tying it all to some greater sense of the worldly is a gag about what happens when we’re not gagged, or how we express rather than exasperate.  The problem is that most people take their lives so serially that they don’t get it.  A good punster has to risk looking more and more the moron.  If the joke’s on the language, the language is all a joke, it seems, and that can cause a lot of being cross to bear.

Bear with me on this, will you?

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Tunes

Without a cloud in sight and a temperature of 70F, it was a day to drive with the windows down and the radio turned up.  The sweet smells of a budding spring mixed with a song by Schubert playing on the radio; it was a moment of vivacious joy in the few minutes I had to myself between dropping my work and picking up the kids.

That is, it was until I came to the stoplight.  The car next to me held a young woman with similar plans but very different tastes in sound, rhythm and volume.  My options were limited – roll up the windows and proclaim my own sonic territory or crank up Schubert really loud.  Since I’m constant weary of standing out as the oddest duck in the pond, you can guess what I did.  Schubert remained mine, and mine alone, as I wished everyone was willing to do.

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Connections

Imagine that you’re in an elevator when the power goes out.  The systems that made it possible for you to easily travel between floors without even being aware of them are suddenly very obvious by their absence.  You’re trapped – all by things you never even bothered to notice were all around you all the time.  All you can hope is that these systems are re-started before you starve to death.  Sound familiar?  It’s how James Burke opened up his landmark BBC series Connections in 1978.  This series challenged us all to look at the way our world was constructed a bit differently, a bit less at the contributions of one person and more at the connections that made it all possible.

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Oakland Cemetery

The scraggly oak trees form a tall ceiling that shades the entire drive.  It’s not that a view of the sun and sky would be unpleasant on this warm day of early spring, but it’s nice to have it blocked all the same.  The appropriate view of the eternal isn’t blue and bright, but sheltered close to the ground.  The rows of marble and granite dazzled by bright flowers that give it a sense of redemption, but the 5 MPH speed limit and gentle wave from each passerby that gives it grace.

This is Oakland Cemetery, Saint Paul’s municipal cemetery, founded in 1853.

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Be Not Afraid

Across the globe, May Day is Worker’s Day, a celebration of Labor forged in what may well be the first Big Idea that transcended national boundaries.  In the USofA, we made sure our Labor Day was insulated by all of summer from this idea because it was so troublesome.  Marxism, Communism, and all of the various isms that make up this Big Idea have their day everywhere but here.  For all of the trouble they gave us this seems almost quaint in today’s world.

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