Wednesday, April 27, 2022

Time Takes A Toll

As the years pass, from some point in our childhood, we realize that we all share a common fate that will take life from us. That fate befalls some far too early, but it will befall all of us. When we are 20, it all seems far off and generally incomprehensible. But then the decades tick by almost like they are singular years and our appearance changes more and more as we journey toward our end. It scares most of us, probably all of us. Some seek refuge in religion, but that can't save us from our inevitable destiny. We ache, we hobble, we're unsteady, we get dizzy, we tremble, we see spots before our eyes, we have to listen more closely to hear things, and there are any number of other things. 
 
If we're lucky, as time ticks onward, no matter how much we wish it were not the case, the people close to us in our lives pass on in predictable order; that is, great grandparents (also great-great aunts and uncles), grandparents (also great aunts and uncles), parents (also aunts and uncles). Of course, this is idealistic in many ways, as I'd guess few people experience such an orderly passing of their family members, let alone the passing of neighbors or the people they grew up with or those they came to know closely or perhaps just as basic acquaintances. Deaths of people in our lives hurt, even if they are "expected," but they both stun and hurt a lot more when they come at us out of nowhere. As we lose people in our lives, we hear the footsteps of life's worst bogeyman, "Death," as the footsteps tail us from some distance, but they always keep gaining on us, as the footsteps grow ever louder and they draw closer and closer. When will death catch us?

Like other people, I've had the ugly shock of unexpected deaths of people in my lifetime, but two of those deaths hit me especially hard and made me face something that I'd tried to ignore ... the footsteps were getting closer. When I was 50, one of those deaths was of a former boss named Al who was about 4 years older than me. He dropped dead in the shower at his home as he got ready to go to work one morning. I saw the death notice for him in the newspaper, and while I'm sure I knew the truth, I later called his secretary to have her confirm it to me. That's was how I learned what had happened to him. A few years later, I saw an even more terrifying obituary, an obituary for Joe, one of my best friends from childhood. Al's death really hurt, but Joe's death was a full scale wallop that shook me to the core. When we were in our early 30s, Joe was tremendously stressed over the possible permanent loss of his job, due to steel plant closings during the 1980s. I still recall him telling me back then, "Remember when we were kids? We didn't have to worry about earning a living, because that worry was with our parents. Our biggest worry was to have enough money to buy a new wiffle ball and our next bottle of pop."* Learning of Joe's death was almost too painful to deal with, and there are no medicines for such pain.  
 
We wish we had one more time with so many of those who have passed from our lives; one more time to tell them something special, one more time to give them the hug we wished we had given them before they were gone and the footsteps behind us grew louder.  
 
* A wiffle ball was/is a baseball type ball of plastic, with holes in its surface. Because it was made of plastic, it wasn't much of a threat to do damage to property, like vehicles or windows, so it could be used just about anywhere, which was naturally not the same with a regular baseball. Of course, as kids, we were innovative. A wiffle ball didn't always hold up very well, so we wrapped them in various types of tape to make them last longer, but that also made them somewhat heavier, which made them travel further, and it also could make them more likely to put at least a mark on a car or "perhaps" even crack a window. Wiffle ball was VERY popular in our neighborhood and we played in the schoolyard, a churchyard, alleys, streets and playgrounds. It was also pretty thrifty, as you only needed the plastic bat, the ball (with tape, although you could get by without it) and whatever you could scrounge up to use for bases, and they didn't have to be pretty. And pop, or soda pop to some, was typically sold in bottles back then, not cans.   
 
 
WORD HISTORY:
Destiny (Destine)-The main body of this word is related to a large number of words like: "station," "statue," the verb "stay" (meaning "remain in place, stop"), all words of Latin derivation borrowed by English from Latin-based French, to "status," a Latin word borrowed from that language, to "stand" (both the verb and the noun) and to "stead," with these words coming from the Germanic roots of English. The "de-" is a common prefix in Latin and its offspring languages, related through Indo European to English "to" and "too," which go back to the Germanic roots of English. "De-" goes back to Indo European "de," with a wide range of meanings like, "stemming or coming from, because of/by reason of (both closely connected to "stemming/coming from"), from, down from," and this gave Latin "de," generally meaning "from, down from, about, concerning." The main body of "destiny" goes back to Indo European "sta/steh," which meant, "to stand, to be in place, to be firm (that is, "in place")," with the extended form "steno." This gave Latin "stinare," meaning, "to fix in place," and with the prefix this gave Latin "destinare," meaning "to establish, to set securely in place, to make firm." This passed to Latin-based Old French as "destiner," meaning "to set in place or occur (by fate or deities)," and its past participle (feminine), "destinée," was used as a noun for "fate" ("that which is intended to happen"). English borrowed the word in the 1300s from French as "destine," before "destiny," and with the same meaning, generally more concisely as, "predetermined outcome. "English also borrowed the verb from French "destiner" as "destinen," meaning "to predetermine by way of some intention by fate or deities," and "to predetermine," as in, "The starlet is destined for tremendous fame" (that is, she is so good, fame is already determined; it is inevitable, her destination is fame), and further in meaning, "an intended purpose or goal," as in, "The terrible storm forced the closing of roads and we had been destined for the beach."  

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Tuesday, October 19, 2021

Oh Boy: A Coffee in Berlin

Slight addition 11-24-21, another small addition, a note about the psychologist, 3-30-22
 
 
I love this 2012 German film with English subtitles. It's original title, "Oh Boy," was changed to "A Coffee in Berlin" only for its release in the United States in 2014. Tom Schilling is superb in the role of the main character, Niko Fischer, and he won the German Film Award (Deutscher Filmpreis) for best actor (this is the German equivalent to the American Academy Awards), and the movie itself won the German best movie award. There is great music throughout the movie, mainly jazz, and the music score also won the German Film Award.
 
Main Cast: 

Tom Schilling as Niko Fischer
Marc Hosemann as Matze
Katharina Schüttler as Elli
Justus von Dohnányi as Karl Speckenbach
Andreas Schröders as the psychologist
Friederike Kempter as Julika Hoffmann 
Katharina Hauck as the coffee shop employee
Arnd Klawitter as Phillip Rauch (actor at the filming site)
Inga Birkenfeld as the actress at the film site
Ulrich Noethen as Walter Fischer (Niko's father)
Michael Gwisdek as Friedrich (older man in the bar)
Theo Trebs as Marcel (the drug dealer)
Sanna Schnapp as the nurse 
Leander Modersohn as Schneider (the father's assistant)
Frederick Lau as Ronny (one of the drunken guys on the street)
Jakob Bieber as Kevin (one of the drunken guys on the street) 
Martin Brambach as train ticket inspector 1
R(olf) P(eter) Kahl as train inspector 2
Lis Böttner as Frau Baumann (Marcel's grandmother)
Steffen Jürgens as Ralf (the author of the stage play with Julika)
 
This film, set in Berlin, is a sort of dramedy with many funny moments about a day in the life of Niko Fischer, a young guy in his late 20s who is unfocused, sulky, brooding and unhappy; otherwise, he's okay. haha! We all have our bad days and we sometimes feel sorry for ourselves, and to me, some of the things in Niko's life on this day help us relate to him. Probably most of us have had people tell us that regardless of what we might be going through at any point in our lives, that there is always someone having a worse time of it. While I've never really felt much comfort in that thought, there is often some truth to it, and Niko, and hopefully all of us, see this truth near the end of the picture, as our perceptions of "bad" are centered around ourselves (no matter how trivial), and not often, if ever, around what is happening to others (no matter how serious). 
 
Nothing really fires Niko up about life; at least, not on a long term basis. Perhaps the best German term I can think of for Niko is "grüblerisch," sort of, "thoughtful in a brooding, melancholy way" (see Word History below). The young man's life comes to be represented by his struggles to get a cup of coffee (you DID read that right), yet he doesn't know how close he is to getting the coffee. The thing is, he misses his chance for the symbolically satisfying cup of coffee when he makes excuses to his girlfriend, a sweet, caring person, so that he won't have to see her again later (she had offered to make him coffee). It doesn't take the Berlin Wall to fall on her, and the young woman angrily leaves the room, ending their relationship. Ah, well the Berlin Wall had already come down, so maybe I need to rethink that line? During the course of this one day, Niko comes into contact with people with their own problems and eccentricities, just like their city, Berlin, and its history. Niko's father is financially well off and he worked to get to that position, but he also seemingly never had many, if any, heart to heart talks with his son to get an understanding of the boy. Niko's father transfers a good sum of money to his son's bank account every month, because the boy had been studying law, but Niko quit school two years before and he didn't let his father know that he had dropped out, fearing that the money would stop flowing into his bank account.
 
Niko is moving into a new apartment, and as he carries in some of his belongings, a man is sitting in the stairway watching him. The two men simply speak to one another. Inside his new apartment, Niko takes a moment to look into some of the boxes he has just brought in, and he looks at some pictures of himself and his (now former) girlfriend vacationing in Paris. Niko showers and goes into the kitchen and uses the toaster to light a cigarette. Niko is so unfocused, although he's a smoker, throughout the picture he always has to get a light from others. He starts opening his mail, which he obviously hasn't done for some time, given the quantity. He seriously reads one piece of mail and he quickly dashes around the kitchen, clearly conveying the message that he's late for an appointment. He meets with a psychologist who is to determine if he should have his driver's license returned after it was confiscated for his driving under the influence of alcohol. The psychologist asks Niko some questions about his life which prove to ruffle Niko's feathers: how he gets along with his parents, whether he is in a relationship, whether he is gay, if his short height bothers him, and Niko's attitude brings the psychologist to turn down the reinstatement of his driver's license; so, public transportation it is. (NOTE: The psychologist could use a ... ah, psychologist.)
 
Niko stops at a coffee shop for a cup of coffee, and the scene should get at least a chuckle from most people. Niko simply orders a cup of regular black coffee, but the waitress-clerk tries to sell him the special of the day, which includes a doughnut or a sweet roll, but Niko tells her he just wants a cup of coffee. Then she asks what kind of coffee, to which he answers, "Just regular." That still doesn't get him coffee, because she explains they have two kinds of coffee that are like "regular," one a Colombian and one an Arabica. Niko tries to be patient and he asks her which one tastes more like regular, but obviously he's still not said the magic word, as she tells him she likes both, so he finally says "Colombian." She makes the coffee and she asks if he wants milk, and he declines, but then she asks if he wants soy milk, which brings another decline. She tells him the amount, and it is above the typical amount for coffee, so he tells her this, but she replies, "You chose Colombian" (the implication being that Colombian costs more), to which he says, "You could have mentioned that." Niko counts out his money and he is a little short (ah, besides his height), and he asks if she will accept the lesser amount as an exception. The owner is sitting a short distance away and he shakes his head to indicate "no." The girl tells Niko if they make an exception, that every bum will want to pay less than full price. Niko is stunned by her terminology and he repeats the word "Bum?' (She uses the word "Penner," one of the German words for bum). Niko takes his money and leaves. 
  
Niko goes to an ATM (GERMAN: Geldautomat). This scene is hilarious, and I literally laughed out loud. A few feet away from the ATM a homeless man is sleeping, and he has a cup sitting out for passersby to drop in change. Niko decides to give the homeless man the money he took back at the coffee shop, and he drops the coins into the cup, but when he puts his card into the bank machine, the machine eats his card! Now he's got NO MONEY! In a moment of utter disgust, he looks around, and he glances down at the homeless man's cup. Niko decides to get his change back, so he tries to be inconspicuous as he moves over to the cup and squats down to get his money. He puts his hand into the cup, but a lady comes up, stops, and just glares down at him. Niko drops the coins back into the cup and leaves, even poorer for having been there. hahahaha! The thing is, we see that Niko has some sense of awareness about people in need, but he then got caught being the bad guy as he sought to undo his good deed. Remember too, he is taking money from his father under a false pretense. By the way, Niko calls his father for help about the bank machine having taken his card, but he has to wait for his father to return the call.
 
Niko goes home and he hears a noise on the stairway and he then catches a glimpse of the man he had seen earlier on the stairs. Niko goes into his apartment and lies down, and the door buzzer sounds. When he opens the door, it's the man from the stairway, who tells Niko he is a neighbor from upstairs. He presents Niko with a bowl of meatballs (Fleischbällchen) made by his wife as a sort of welcoming gift for Niko's move into the building. The man introduces himself as Karl Speckenbach and he keeps peeping into Niko's apartment from the doorway. Niko really doesn't want to be bothered with the guy, and he nicely tells him since he has just moved in, he has nothing to offer him to drink. Karl quickly pulls out a bottle of liquor, so he and Niko have a drink inside and the pushy Karl looks around the apartment, even looking into boxes still packed with Niko's belongings. Karl tells Niko of his basement room that is set up with entertainment devices to watch soccer and to play games. The two chat a little, but when Niko asks if Karl and his wife have any kids, the man turns serious and tells Niko that his wife had breast cancer 5 years before and that he and his wife don't have sex anymore. He tells Niko she had to have both breasts removed, and that he just can't be intimate with his wife anymore, so she just cooks and cooks and cooks. Karl begins to sob and Niko asks him if he has talked with friends about his situation, but he indicates he doesn't have anyone to talk with. Niko somewhat awkwardly tries to comfort him, and Karl finally leaves. Niko flushes the meatballs down the toilet and he gets a call from his friend Matze, a sometimes actor, who wants to land a big important role, but who hasn't paid his dues by moving up the ranks. Needless to say, Matze is often unemployed. 
 
The two friends go to a restaurant where Matze eats up a storm, including using a butter knife to get ketchup out of the bottom of a bottle, and squeezing the little packets of mayo until the mayo is all over his hand. Niko orders a coffee, only to be told that the machine is broken. A young woman sits down nearby and she and Niko look at one another, but for different reasons. He finds her attractive, but she actually recognizes Niko, and she calls him by name. She comes over to the table and refreshes Niko's memory that the two of them went to school together in their young teenage years, a time when she was much overweight, and that Niko and others made fun of her size. Her name is Julika, and she tells how Niko and other kids called her "Julika Schmulika" (it equates to English "Big Bertha" or "roly poly"). She said she often felt really bad about herself and that she attempted suicide. Julika has slimmed down in the years since school, and she tells Niko and Matze that she is an actress; and in fact, she invites them to a theater that evening where she will be appearing in a live performance. She will leave two free tickets at the box office for them. She also tells Niko that she had a crush on him when they were in school, in spite of how he humiliated her about her weight. 
 
Matze takes Niko to a site where a low-budget film is being shot and where he personally knows the main actor, Phillip Rauch. Once there, Matze wants to see if he can perhaps get a part in the picture; after all, some income beats no income. Matze's friend is playing a World War Two officer who is in love with a Jewish woman whom he hides from the Nazis in his basement. In the meantime, Niko goes to a table on the set with a coffee dispenser, but when he tries to pour a cup of coffee, the dispenser is empty; so frustrated again, he walks away, and seconds later a young man brings over a new full dispenser of coffee, so Niko misses out again. While at the movie set, Niko's father returns his call, and Niko lies to him by saying that he's at the library (implying that he's studying). His father sets up a meeting with Niko at a golf course, and when Niko arrives there, his father introduces Niko as his favorite son to his new assistant, Schneider. Niko interjects that he's his father's only son, but his father says that's not a known certainty. Later, Niko's father tells his son (ah, the known son) that Schneider has already received his law degree, and that he is slightly younger than Niko (ouch!). Niko's golf game is awful and his father criticizes Niko and tries to correct his mistakes. Afterward, the three go to the restaurant at the golf course. Niko orders coffee, but his father says it's too late for coffee, and the father insists they have schnapps. Mr. Fischer sends Schneider to get the car and he then tells Niko that, by chance, he met Niko's law professor at a recent meeting in Zurich. The father bluntly asks Niko why he has been lying to him about school and he asks further, what Niko has been doing for two years since he quit law school. Niko meekly answers that he's been thinking about himself, his father and everything. The father goes down a list of things Niko started in his life, but then dropped, with law school now added to the list. The father tells Niko he closed his bank account (that's why the machine took the card), but he gives his son some money, tells him to clean up and to get a job like others, and he leaves with the parting words that he feels the best way to help his son is to stop helping him. 

Matze picks up Niko and on their way to the theater to see Julika's play, Matze stops at the house of a young drug dealer named Marcel. They meet the dealer's elderly grandmother, who seems oblivious to what her grandson is doing. She is kind and offers to fix sandwiches. As Marcel sells to Matze, Niko goes to talk with the the grandmother in another room, where she sits all alone. She is sitting in a nice reclining armchair, and she tells Niko that her grandson bought it for her. She has Niko sit in the chair to see how comfortable it is, and then she even has him tilt back, and Niko closes his eyes, as the old lady now sits on the couch. Matze comes for Niko, who gives the old lady a hug before he leaves. She kindly tells Niko to take care of himself.   
 
Later on, Matze and Niko go to the theater, although the performance has already started. The man at the box office finds the tickets and lets them go in. The audience is not terribly happy about the two men coming in late and interrupting their view of the show. This isn't your typical play, but a modern interpretive piece where Julika seems to devour herself and then vomits. The scene brings laughter from Matze, which draws a scowl from the author of the play. Afterwards, the author makes it pretty clear that he doesn't like it when others aren't as understanding and enlightened as he sees himself. Niko goes outside to smoke a cigarette (he has to stop a couple walking by to get a light). Julika comes out, but some drunken young men approach and begin to harass her. Niko tries to avert a physical confrontation with the young guys, but Julika goes right at the main guy, and when Niko tries to step in, he is knocked to the ground. Julika humiliates the seeming leader of the band of men. Niko and Julika go inside and Julika tends to his injuries, and she tells him that while he got knocked down, at least he stepped in and tried to help her. This all leads to a situation of "near" sex between the two former schoolmates, but Julika wants Niko to say humiliating things to her, and Niko stops the whole situation, which brings Julika to order him to leave, which he does. Her past still haunts her.
 
It is later in the evening, and Niko walks around Berlin and he decides to go into a bar. He asks if they still have coffee, but the bartender tells him they have already cleaned the coffee machine for the day, so Niko orders a beer and a shot of vodka. In a powerful scene, an elderly man comes up to him telling Niko how he doesn't understand people in modern times. At first Niko is disinterested and asks to be left alone, but the man persists and he begins to get the young man's attention, as he tells him he is from this very neighborhood, and how decades before he learned to ride a bicycle by first falling on his face numerous times. Eventually the older man tells Niko, and the nearby bartender, that he has been gone from this neighborhood for a long time, but that when he was a child, his father came into the house one night and told him to come outside with him. Once outside, the father picked up a stone and shoved it into his son's hand and then told him to throw it. The father too threw a stone that smashed a window of a business at the very spot where the bar is now. The old man continues to tell how the street was full of people throwing stones at businesses that night, and that fires were set in some shops. Sometimes as we look back on our lives, we see and understand things much differently than we did when these things actually happened, especially if the events happened when we were children. The elderly man who witnessed Kristallnacht* that night long ago as a little boy tells Niko how he was not concerned with Nazi hooligans and complicit Berliners and how they affected the lives of his then neighbors, but rather he was upset that he wouldn't be able to ride his bicycle in all of the broken glass. (Note: That was a child's perspective of that night, but sadly we've allowed generations after Hitler and Mussolini to continue slipping away from how important it is to understand those times. Even worse, some people have not just failed to understand that, but they have become rock throwers themselves, and complicit in evil. And some have perverted religion and allowed themselves to be manipulated in the pursuit of political agendas.)
 
The old man gets up and goes out the door, but he collapses onto the sidewalk. Niko rushes out to him and the bartender calls for an ambulance. Niko goes to the hospital emergency room with the man, and he waits for any information about the man's condition. He goes to a coffee vending machine, inserts the money and presses the button, but the machine displays "out of order" (German: ausser Betrieb). Niko lies down and falls asleep on one of the benches in the waiting room. Finally a nurse comes out, awakens him and tells Niko that the old man has passed away. She says he had no known family, but she tells Niko his first name was Friedrich. Niko is sad, but we next see him, 24 hours after we first met him, sitting drinking a cup of coffee.                    
 
* Kristallnacht was the term given to a highly evil act of Nazi persecution against German Jews, as it shifted Nazi persecution to outright physical violence against Jews, and German law enforcement did not intervene to halt it. "Kristallnacht" literally means "crystal night," but it's underlying meaning for this Nazi evil was because of the broken glass from the Jewish homes, businesses and synagogues, and how the glass shards sparkled in the night from the fires set to Jewish properties. Kristallnacht was the prelude to names that have come to symbolize far greater evil: Auschwitz, Treblinka, Sobibor, Belzec, Majdanek, Chelmno, Babi Yar, Dachau, Buchenwald and unfortunately far too many more. 
 
 
Photo is of the Music Box Films 2014 U.S. DVD release ...
WORD HISTORY:
Grave-English has more than one word of this spelling, but this is for the noun and the related, but now antiquated, verb (the adjective form meaning "serious, solemn," is unrelated and I'll try to cover it in the near future). "Grave" is related to "grub," a word from the Germanic roots of English, and to "groove," another word of Germanic derivation, and likely right from the Germanic roots of English, but perhaps borrowed into Old English from one of the closely related Germanic cousins of English in northwestern Europe, like Old Dutch, Old Frisian or Old Saxon. The verb form is now antiquated, as its expanded form, "engrave," essentially replaced it, although "engrave" lost the actual "to dig" sense, as "engrave" means "to carve, scratch or cut into a surface" (its German cousin is "eingraben," which means "to dig in, to entrench"). "Grave" goes back to Indo European "ghrebh," which meant "to dig, to scratch, to scrape," and this gave Old Germanic the verb "grabanan," meaning "to dig, to scratch," and this produced the Old Germanic noun "graba" which meant "a hole made for a dead body, a tomb." There seems to have been a strong variant that developed in the Old Germanic form that replaced the "b" in several forms with an "f"; thus, "grafa." This gave Old English (Anglo-Saxon) "græf," meaning "a hole dug as a place of burial, a grave." This then became "grafe" and then "grave." Relatives in the other Germanic languages: German has "Grab" (pronounced "grahp/grawp," the capital 'G' is because all standard German and Low German nouns are capitalized), Low German has "Graff," Dutch has "graf," West Frisian has "grêf," Danish, Norwegian and Swedish have "grav," and Icelandic has "gröf." All mean "grave," or sometimes "tomb." NOTE: The German word "grüblerisch" means "thoughtful in a brooding, melancholy way," and I mentioned it in the article above. It is related to "grave." It is from the German verb "grübeln," meaning "to brood, to think over strenuously and seriously," and its ancestor originally was derived from the same Old Germanic form that gave German the modern verb "graben," meaning "to dig," and which gave English "grave," the noun, and also originally the verb, which then became "engrave." The original notion of the German verb "grübeln" was "to dig around into, to dig or bore into," and this provided the figurative meaning of "digging into one's mind, think things over."   

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Tuesday, September 05, 2017

Life Gets Us Ready to Die

Great American writer, William Faulkner, wrote in his book, "As I Lay Dying:" "the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead for a long time." American musician and songwriter, Warren Zevon, best known for the 1978 Top 40 hit, "Werewolves of London," released an album in 2000 entitled, "Life'll Kill Ya." The 1943 movie, "The Oxbow Incident," * featured the folk song, "Lonesome Valley," whose composer is apparently unknown, but its movie version has the lyrics, "You gotta go through the Lonesome Valley, you gotta go there by yourself, nobody here can go for you."

Our personal clock ticks away the time... tick, tick, tick. No matter how strong we are, we cannot hold back the time. Tick, tick, tick. No matter how fast we run, time always keeps up until one day, it passes us. Tick, tick, tick. No matter how smart and clever we are, time needs no schools, no teachers, no education to undo our cleverness and to outfox us. Tick, tick, tick. No matter how much we exercise, no matter how much we diet, no matter how much we try to cover or repair the damages of time, we can't halt or completely camouflage the toll time makes us pay for the right to pass. The secrets we hold, the people we have met, the people we have cared about, the people we still care about, the people we haven't told how much we care about them. The older people of our younger days have passed from the scene to make room for us, and now, we are the older people to the young, as time gradually moves them forward to replace us. Our personal clock ticks on, when will it stop? Tick, tick, tick.

* For my article on the movie, this is the link:
http://pontificating-randy.blogspot.com/2015/02/the-oxbow-incident-vigilantism.html

WORD HISTORY: 
Ready-This word "seems" to go back to Indo European "reidh," which meant, "to ride, to travel" (it is the ancestor of "ride"). From this came Old Germanic "garaidija," which meant, "ready to ride or travel, set to travel;" thus more generally, by extension, "fully in order, set and arranged;" that is, "ready." This gave Old English (Anglo-Saxon) "geræde," meaning, "ready, prepared," also "prompt," likely from the notion of "no preparation needed," and "ræde," meaning, "ready to ride, mounted on a horse and ready to ride." These later became one form, "redy," before the modern version. Forms in the other Germanic languages: German has "bereit" ("ready"), Low German "rede" ("ready"), Dutch "gereed" and "bereid" (both mean "ready"), West Frisian "ree" ("ready"), Icelandic "reiðubúinn" ("ready," also in the sense "willing; that is, ready, to do;" the "ð" is called an "eth," and is essentially equivalent to "th." English once used them in the Old English period, a thousand or more years ago), Danish and Norwegian "rede," and Swedish "redo" (all mean "ready"), seem to have been borrowed from Low German, but the Swedish verb "reda," meaning, "to make ready," "apparently" is their own word. 

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Monday, January 02, 2017

2017, Another Year, We Aren't Here Long

The lights flash and 2016 becomes 2017. No, we aren't here for long, and some are here for a very short time. As 2016 gasped for breath, lives were shortened by the religion of hate at a celebration of life. Oh Berlin!* So, we enter 2017 with more bloodshed. At least 39 lives shortened by the criminality of hate and done in the name of religion. Oh Istanbul!** And the new political order of American government plans its own hateful assault on the planet, on the poor, on the sick. It comes twisted and tangled with religion; religion concocted by greedy and hateful minds to sanctify their hateful actions. More religion of hate. Oh Washington, DC!

No, we aren't here for long. We go through life meeting people, with some people drifting into our lives, while others disappear. What happened to them? The people we knew as children, how many have we seen since those times? The kids we met throughout our schooling, how many of them have we seen since those days? We feel the passing of time and we witness the loss of those around us; family members, friends and those who entertained us. Fewer and fewer to comfort us or to make us laugh. Can we work together to keep ourselves alive a while longer? Or do we want the religion of hate to keep us divided until we too are no more?

* Just prior to Christmas in 2016, a truck was driven into a Christmas market in Berlin, Germany by a Tunisian man with connections to the ISIS terrorist network. A dozen people were killed and more than three times that number were injured. The truck used in the attack had been hijacked by the  Tunisian terrorist who shot and killed the driver.

** In December 2016 a car bombing and a suicide bombing in Istanbul, Turkey killed dozens and injured more than 160. The attack was planned and executed by a Kurdish independence group. Earlier in 2016, there was a ISIS related attack on the Istanbul airport killing some 45 and injuring more than 200.  

WORD HISTORY:
We-This common pronoun goes back to Indo European "we/wey," which, indeed, meant "we." This gave its Old Germanic offspring "wiz," with the same meaning. This gave Old English (Anglo-Saxon) "we," and it has remained as such for all of these centuries. The other Germanic languages have: German "wir," Low German Saxon "wi," Dutch "wij," West Frisian "wy," Danish, Norwegian, Swedish "vi," and Icelandic "við" (essentially equivalent to "vith," and the "ð" is called an "eth," which was once also used in English). 

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Sunday, July 20, 2014

Chipping Away At My Past, James Garner Dies

If we're lucky, we have long lives with at least relatively good health. Our personal history, also known as our past, accumulates many memories stored in the files of our minds. An event takes place or a name is mentioned, and you recall things or people from your past, often, but not always, faster than your computer browser can recount all of the websites you've visited in your last session, but without any disclaimer that they're not spying on you, and that they only want you to "have a good browsing experience, with things tailored to your likes," which seems to include all sorts of ads (I'm sort of paraphrasing here). No ads are posted in our minds, and there is certainly no spying, just the memories. We have now learned that actor James Garner has passed away at the age of 86.

James Garner acted in many television and movie roles during his career, but when I saw the headline about his death, "Maverick" and "The Rockford Files" immediately were hauled out of my mind's database. As a child in the 1950s, I watched the original episodes of "Maverick," an ABC television Western with many a lighthearted moment, all in black and white back then, where Garner played gambler Bret Maverick. After he left the show he remained in public view in other performances, including television commercials. In the 1970s he reentered the television big time, playing private detective Jim Rockford in a hit series which also had many a lighthearted moment. Coming almost fifteen years after he left "Maverick," this popular NBC series made Garner a star to those of a new generation, while retaining those fans from his earlier days, a trend which continued in the 1980s and 1990s, as he played other roles, including reprising Bret Maverick in a television movie and a television series.

So another part of my childhood and later life has passed from the scene, chipping away at those still living from my past, but James Garner remains a great memory in my mind.

https://www.flickr.com/photos/alan-light/210409111/

Photo by Alan Light of James Garner in 1987 (The Rockford Files ended in 1980)
WORD HISTORY:
Maverick-The use of "maverick" is from the name of an American cattle owner, Samuel Maverick, in the 1800s, who would not brand his cattle; thus the meaning, "a person who goes against convention." The name's origin is sketchy, but it is "perhaps" from Celtic.  

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Wednesday, September 05, 2012

Life Has Consequences

More than a decade ago, Warren Zevon, a pop/rock musician best known for the song "Werewolves Of London" from the 1970s, released an album called, "Life'll Kill Ya." You can't sum things up any better than that. Yep, life has consequences. What is troubling to me though, is the notion pushed by the right wing that seems to say, "only government has negative consequences." That's absolute NONSENSE! MALARKEY!

Individuals make decisions every day that have consequences, and corporate CEOs make decisions that affect the lives of their employees all the time. The "war on government" (at all levels) wasn't pushed by the political right because government consistently made bad decisions, but because they feared government stopping them from exploiting people and resources. The bankers concocted the mortgage scam... I mean scheme, and we're still paying the price for it. They couldn't bring themselves to be honest about it either, and step up and take responsibility. No siree. First they concealed it, even from  their own investors, then they tried to pin it on government, with this stuff about "Uncle Sam made us take risky people for mortgages." There's some truth to that, but the idea that TRILLIONS of bucks in mortgages were influenced by a relatively small number of bad loans is more malarkey. And Uncle Sam didn't make them bundle risky or bad mortgages together to back securities, which were then marketed worldwide! C'mon folks! THINK! Government isn't perfect, but the private sector isn't heaven either; in fact, in more recent times, it's been hell!

WORD HISTORY:
Bard-This word goes back to Indo European "gwer," which had the notion of "voicing praises of someone." This gave its Old Celtic offspring "bardos," with the meaning "poet who praises or sings the praises of someone," which then gave forms of the word to Scots Gaelic, Irish Gaelic and Welsh. English borrowed the word in the 1400s.

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Sunday, July 11, 2010

The Egos Have Landed

One of the big national news stories in the last couple of weeks has been about what LeBron James would do with his free agency. Whether you like pro sports, or more specifically, pro basketball, or not, you couldn't get away from this story, unless perhaps you disconnected your television, radio, and computer, didn't retrieve your newspapers, locked your doors and sealed your house up with duct tape and plastic wrap, like you were expecting an anthrax attack at any moment. It seemed that the whole fate of the nation was resting upon the decision of one egomaniac; although there turned out to be more than one egomaniac in this mix; three to be specific. During this same time period, I don't recall seeing "breaking news" or reading headlines about how tens of thousands of teachers might lose their jobs, and what this might mean to the nation's children. Even the Gulf oil spill seemed only to be on par with, or more important than, this story at times, and the spill is a financial and environmental disaster the likes of which we have never before seen. It just seems to me that somewhere along the line quite a number of years ago, this country lost its bearings about what really is important in life.
Now I more than realize the human need to escape some of the realities of life and enjoy some entertainment, and that's what professional sports is, entertainment. Like just about everything about us humans, some people get carried away and let their love of particular teams or players virtually take over their lives, like an addict on heroin. They lose perspective. Virtually their whole life is consumed by this very unimportant stuff.* I can write this, because I was one of those people. I can happily say, "I kicked the habit!" Ah, I mean of sports teams... ah... not that I ever had a heroin addiction. Somehow I think I could have worded all of this better.
Sports teams and players (especially so called "superstars") market their tickets, shirts, caps, keychains, and just about anything else they can sell to an addicted part of the public that has lost all sense of the perspective I just mentioned above. Many folks unwittingly let the teams or an individual player become such a part of their life, that it affects their very self-esteem. They can't let go. Then, in some cases, the team owner(s) or player ruthlessly tosses them to the side, as Art Modell did to the legion of diehard Cleveland Brown fans in the mid 1990s, and as LeBron James has just done to not only his fans here, but to the potential shambles of a team he leaves behind.
Those who have lost their perspective about sports need to remember one thing, this is all about money and ego! It is a business, not only for the owner(s), but for each individual player. When Modell moved the Browns out of town, something this town has never recovered from, in my opinion, now retired Plain Dealer columnist, Dick Feagler, wrote a GREAT column about the event. I still have that column somewhere, but the one part of the article that EVERYONE who is hooked on, or might become hooked on, sports teams or players should keep in mind is, "never fall in love with a hooker!"
At least Art Modell sort of crept out of town, but James put it on national television!** This after a number of local business people, celebrities and politicians recorded the "love song" to him, which I'm sure many of you saw. In my opinion, and I felt this way BEFORE James' decision, they embarrassed themselves and this community with such nonsense. I'm sure some will disagree with me, and others may "now" agree with me, but the key is, did you feel that way BEFORE James threw you and Cleveland overboard? If not, you're still hooked, and you need to go to that mirror and start asking yourself some serious questions about what is really important in life.
These are links to some of my previous views on sports, for those interested:

http://pontificating-randy.blogspot.com/2007/10/example-to-shun.html

http://pontificating-randy.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-of-everything.html

Sorry, no "Word History" today, but next time, for sure.

* In May of 1981 I saw Cleveland Indians' pitcher, Lenny Barker, throw a perfect game against Toronto. For those unfamiliar with baseball, that means Barker faced the minimum 27 Toronto batters and retired all of them, with no batter successfully reaching base. A perfect game is certainly one of baseball's greatest achievements, but it didn't stop the Cleveland area's economic decline. It didn't provide a cure for cancer or any other potentially fatal illness. I could go one and on, but the point is, you've got to keep things in perspective.

** Readers may agree or disagree with my opinions, but I make an effort to be fair, admittedly by my own standards, so I have to make note, both Modell and James contributed to charities in town.

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Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Why So Many Emotional Problems?


Over the past decade or so, several people have commented to me how so many Americans seem to be having emotional/psychological problems. The statement is almost always followed by how it also seems that these types of problems are on the increase. Of course, this all begs the question: "If this is true, why are the problems increasing?"

There are lots of stresses and strains going on in American society (as well as elsewhere). Many people are working harder than ever, but are still struggling to make ends meet. I'd also say that the "Hollywood" factor comes into play on this. This is not to bash movies and television, but let's be honest, in "Hollywood," the guy gets the girl, the girl gets the guy, the bad guys get caught, or are punished in some manner, and the whole story ends with great elation, and some moralistic message. Real life is NOT like that!!! (At least not much.) I realize that movies are an escape for us, but after you finish watching, you need to touch down on Mother Earth again. That isn't always easy for everyone to do though. Television, especially, has been such a part of our lives for so long, that, in my opinion, these happy endings come to be expected in our own life sagas. Personally, I liked the 1950's TV show called, "The Millionaire," where a wealthy guy tried to give away a million bucks to some deserving person in every episode. I've read and heard that Hollywood people have said they wanted to end a TV show or movie in a different, and a not so pleasant way, but they knew the public wouldn't tolerate it. I'm sure they're right. We like happy endings.

Dealing with the negative side of reality isn't easy for any of us. Reality doesn't cut us any slack, nor does it take pity on us, or leave us alone because we're having a bad day. We all have our denial of things with which we'd just as soon not deal. With emotional problems, I'd say it is a matter of degree. We all have some sort of emotional trouble, at least at times, but some folks have persistent or enduring problems. Having said this, what do we do about it? Damned if I know! Hey, I gotta run! There's someone knocking at the door. Maybe it's that guy with a million dollar check for me! I've been waiting for him all of these years.

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