Cuteness defined–received from Joe:

And the boy is clearly an organizer:

I think of the years I’ve lived through in this country, beginning in the 60s. I think of all of the events of those years, wars, assassinations, fiscal fraud, red-lining and the many deeply institutionalized racist laws, regulations, and embedded policies relating to all areas of living.

How is it that I (and many others, I imagine) can live through and be aware of all that has transpired just in my own lifetime–not to mention the first 165 years of this government, or the mass murder and slavery that preceded our separation from England, or the much longer history of man’s inhumanity–and be surprised by where we are today?

In the face of the facts of history, how is it that one can have even a shred of hope in human nature to actually improve the condition of one’s neighbors?

On pretty short notice, Joe learned last week of an interview with an NC (Raleigh) firm scheduled for today. He spent the weekend doing some homework on the firm and people, and just had the interview an hour ago.

He’s a good, cool cucumber, that guy. The interview went well, and so far he feels good about the possibility. Lots of specifics that kept him feeling positive, but the big questions are really ones of the firm’s reputation. With NY firms, it’s a pretty easy things to figure out a group’s rep; not so much when you’re not in the area. If he gets a second interview, he’ll connect with his friends in the region–and he’s got several atty friends, given his UNC-CH days–to see what they report.

They’re planning to make a trip to FL, and will stop in NC for a few days next...

Yesterday morning was a real treat, as I ‘met’ with a Fayetteville h.s. orchestra to talk tunes. One of our administrators has been reaching out to schools throughout the state to offer engagement with faculty (who offer themselves); and a few teachers (Fayetteville, Raleigh) have expressed an interest in a composer talking to their students. This particular group was really engaged, curious, and present, and I was terrifically impressed. Like many schools, any arts classes have to happen outside normal school hours–and these students meet at 7:30am! Teenagers, up and ready to participate, at 7:30am! As I say, I was terrifically impressed. Looking forward to more time with them in the coming weeks.

Up in NY, our little star had his first visit to the Bronx Zoo.

A beautiful morning, another in a series of days with summer-like temperatures here in eastern North Carolina. It’ll be another day during which I try to avoid news about the coming election. We’ve voted; the constant advertising–radio, tv, web, US Mail–just creates anxiety as I, like so many people everywhere, fret over what November 4 will bring. There is little to do in preparation (buy more toilet paper?), and the only productive step seems to be to encourage people to vote. That is a step I take, and will continue to take

Reading the polls? Reading the constant lies? Listening to statements by voters asked about their views? No, these things just make my blood boil, and can only bring on anger and depression...

A.Word.A.Day
with Anu Garg

trumpery 

PRONUNCIATION: (TRUHM-puh-ree) 

MEANING:
noun:
1. Something showy but worthless.
2. Nonsense or rubbish.
3. Deceit; fraud; trickery.

ETYMOLOGY:
From French tromper (to deceive). Earliest documented use: 1481.

USAGE:
“The room was crowded with a chilly miscellany of knick-knacks and ornaments, gewgaws, and trumpery of every kind.”
Leo Bruce; Case for Three Detectives; Academy Chicago; 1980.

“History, made up as it is of so much trumpery, treachery, and tyranny, needs deeds of valor, of sacrifice, and of heroism if it is to be palatable.”
The Medal of Honor: A History of Service Above and Beyond; Zenith Press; 2014. 

See more usage examples of trumpery in Vocabulary.com’s dictionary.

Yesterday was a pleasant day away from the news, a welcome break.

Pattie and I wanted to retrieve our scuba gear from where we’d left it stowed in Surf City. We’re still hoping against hope that a trip to Bonaire in December will actually happen, and that’s really a trip that’s all about diving, so we’ll need the gear. I’m also hoping to take a dry-suit class (cold-water diving) in November, as well, so another reason to have the gear on hand in G’ville.

The vet had given us some medicine to help Frankie with car sickness, and we think she’s at an appropriate weight finally, so we gave that a shot. So very happy to say that she didn’t get sick, and also wasn’t really lethargic from the med, either. So that’s a win.

The drive to SC was pleasant, no traffic, no hassles...

Never said better than this.

And this article by David Brooks so deeply disturbing, and so very important to read.

apoc·​a·​lypse | \ ə-ˈpä-kə-ˌlips  \plural apocalypses

Apocalypse comes from Greek apokálypsis “uncovering,” a derivative of the verb apokalýptein “to take the cover off,” a compound whose first element is the preposition and prefix apó, apo- “off, away.”
The second part of apokalýptein is the simple verb kalýptein “to cover, hide.” 
The variant root kol- becomes hal- in Germanic, and the derivative noun haljō, literally “hidden place,” is the source of Old Norse Hel, goddess of the underworld, and English hell (the bad place).
The earliest recorded meaning of apocalypse (in Old English) was in reference to the name of the last book in the New Testament, also called Revelation. It recounts several prophetic visions of up...