When logic and proportion Have fallen sloppy dead And the White Knight is talking backwards And the Red Queen’s off with her head Remember what the dormouse said Feed your head Feed your head
From the beginning, she would read to me what I was interested in. I learned to read by listening to her and looking at words and the pictures. Not fairy tales, not silly stories, but from the natural world: she read from Time Life: The World We Live In.
She encouraged my passion of Science, to be the best I could be. She loved learning, I did too.
Teach Your Children well
She was an elementary school teacher for forty years. Everybody loved her, her fellow teachers, her students, their parents, her children and her grandchildren. She was my father’s best Advocate. And she was my Advocate too, for I was her son: the scientist.
She was the most positive person I knew. The energized bunny personified.
To Her Children’s Children Children Children
I quickly surpassed her in understanding the natural world, although she was always better with the people world. She was my first Teacher: she was my mother: all four feet, eight inches.
Go Ask Alice,
When she is ten feet tall
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you are going to fall.
Tell them a hookah-smoking, caterpillar
Has given you a call
Call Alice
when she is small.
She came into my focus, late: when I was 29 years old.
I really didn’t see her clearly when I was young. She was Pollyanna to me. The Energizer Bunny personified. My Gaia.
From the beginning, she would read to me what I was interested in. I learned to read by listening to her. Not fairy tales, not silly stories, but from the natural world: she read from Time Life: The World We Live In.
Time Life Book: The World We Live In
She had been there all along, the all encompassing foundation: at the start, there in the beginning, my World, my life.
She encouraged my passion of Science, to be the best I could be. She loved learning, I did too.
I quickly surpassed her in understanding the natural world, although she was always better with the people world. She was my first Teacher: she is my mother: all four feet, eight inches.
She supported my father in his education, when he got back from World War II. She went back to work, when he took a pay cut to be a university professor. She was a elementary school teacher for over 40 years. Everybody loves her, her fellow teachers, her students, their parents, her children and her grandchildren. She was my father’s best Advocate. And she was my Advocate too, for I am her son: the scientist.
Even more than the other Idealists,Teachers have a natural talent for leading students or trainees toward learning, or as Idealists like to think of it, they are capable of calling forth each learner’s potentials. Teachers are able – effortlessly, it seems, and almost endlessly-to dream up fascinating learning activities for their students to engage in. In some Teachers, this ability to fire the imagination can amount to a kind of genius which other types find hard to emulate. But perhaps their greatest strength lies in their belief in their students. Teachers look for the best in their students, and communicate clearly that each one has untold potential, and this confidence can inspire their students to grow and develop more than they ever thought possible. [Please Understand Me II]
Yes, Life Itself. It’s complex, with many Dynamic Relations and Varying Contexts.
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen’s off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said Feed your head Feed your head
— Jefferson Airplane
Now that she is not here all the time. She is fading from this world, the focus blurring. Time to take care of her, no questions, no answers, just be her foundation. I can’t explain my science to her which theoretically sound but of no practical use, as her World becomes smaller and smaller. Just appreciate her for being there in beginning as the foundation, and I hope to be there supporting as a foundation, however flawed, to the end.
They had to be discrete. Tongues will wag. For their idea is a slow idea, not well accepted in the world even today. Their slowidea on the human element, Hu, analogously called latentheat in physics and chemistry, generated a lot of heat by others, full of sound and fury at the time, for these other people vigorously opposed the idea:On Liberty – moral|economic. It wasn’t the fastidea at the time: the conventional wisdom of Victorian, Anglican, England: the idea of nationalised merchantilism — tariffed moral, economic, political, and social trade: locally culture restricted and centralized regulated trade of ideas and things: Oh Britannia.
The New Mills: John Stuart Mill and Harriet Taylor Mill
“I am a dreamer and having a dream is sometimes challenging, but I never look at a situation as too difficult.”
— Sister Rosemary
“She is an extremely affable and compassionate personality who will go out of her way to help no matter what. She radiates with energy and iron determination.”
Northern Uganda had suffered from civil unrest since the early 1980s. Hundreds of people were killed in the rebellion against the Ugandan government, and an estimated 400-thousand people were left homeless. Uganda’s military battled the two main rebel groups, the Lord’s Resistance Army (LRA) and the Allied Democratic Forces (ADF). Thousands of children fell victim to the war, abducted by both the LRA and the ADF to serve as fighters, porters, and in the case of girls, fighters and sex slaves.
“We can still walk in hope.” -Sister Rosemary
Observing her as a child, her family always knew she would be a leader of children when she became a adult.
“The news is being flashed far and wide,
and before our earth has revolved on her axis every civilized community
within the reach of the electric wires will have received the tidings that civic freedom has been granted …”
— Kate Sheppard
Even he had to give in: he had lost. But wait… he was a politician… Here was a opportunity…
“King Dick” – Take Credit When Credit is NOT Due: A Politician’s Motto.
He had fought, blocked, and delayed the women’s right to vote in New Zealand. Only to reverse himself and claim he was trying to help, when the bill was passed finally.
Kate knew he was a hypocrite. She understood the political process. She knew that New Zealand was the first nation to “give the women” the right to vote in 1893. So, by letter, announcing to the world she encouraged her predecessor fellow civic activists in America including Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Susan Anthony to continue the fight. She had seen the future in 1869 because in the relatively newterritory of Wyoming, farmers had given their women the right to vote partly as a reaction to outrageous behavior of brazen and politically connected cattlemen lynching an independent innocent single woman farmer.
Social progress thru politics is on the edge of chaos/order. Two steps forward in the future, one step back to the future. One Vote against, two Votes for.
Richard Seddon, though a member of the Liberal Party, opposed women’s suffrage, and expected it to be again blocked in the upper house. Despite Seddon’s opposition, Members of Parliament assembled sufficient strength in the House of Representatives to pass the bill. When it arrived in the Legislative Council, two previously hostile members, moved to anger at Seddon’s “underhand” behaviour in getting one member to change his vote, voted in favour of the bill. Hence the bill was passed by 20 to 18, and with the Royal Assent [Queen Victoria] it was signed into law on 19 September 1893.
“Everybody has a story. And there’s something to be learned from every experience.”
— Oprah Winfrey
She would know how hard it is.
She wouldn’t assume the worse or just abandon things.
She warned us of this: The Danger of a Single Story
Journalism’s weakness: Hit and run investigative journalism. Headlines and Magazine Covers. Money and reflective fame.
Shallow and a single story. Sometimes good, most of the time irrelevant, sometimes bad…
“Stories matter. Many stories matter. Stories have been used to dispossess and to malign, but stories can also be used to empower and to humanize. Stories can break the dignity of a people, but stories can also repair that broken dignity.” — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
“He was such a wonderful human being. He was gentle, not a Hitler-esque cruel director. I never saw him get angry; he wasn’t a tortured human being in any way. Because he’d been an actor himself, he made a gardener director. He knew exactly what the plants were, how much sun and how much earth and water they needed. He let them grow and blossom in their own time. I loved him and I shall miss him like anything.” –Saeed Jaffrey
“Dickie, a one-man entertainment empire, was at least as significant as those humanitarian titans he brought to life on screen. He was also the quintessence of kindness and modesty, and it was a privilege to have known and worked with him.” — Michael York
It took twenty years. He told everybody that he would do it.
It took him twenty years of Championing to get the funding and to make it.
Richard Attenborough was able to make Gandhi (1982), which had a fine performance by Ben Kingsley in the title role. The film is dedicated to Lord Mountbatten, Pandit Nehru and an unknown Indian called Motilal Kothari, who suggested the subject to Attenborough in the first place in 1962.
Nehru’s advice to Attenborough was that it would be wrong to deify Gandhi: “He was too great a man for that.” The film won eight Oscars – best picture, best actor, best director, best original screenplay, best cinematography, best art direction, best editing, best costume design – the biggest haul ever for a British movie. In his acceptance speech, Attenborough said: “Gandhi believed if we could but agree, simplistic though it be, that if we do not resort to violence then the route to solving problems would be much different than the one we take.”
You would have never believed it, not ten years ago, or even now.
It must be a fake picture 😉
What is he doing?
What is the Unreasonable Man, Ralph, the man “on the left,” trying to convince those who might be viewed “on the right”? Left or Right, never the twain shall they meet?
I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound Everybody look what’s going down
Ralph Nader compromise? Not chance. He wants to be Unstoppable: by joining with the Libertarians and Conservatives in common cause.
Maybe the conventional “wisdom” or common bromides used in political and conventional media discourse is badly wrong or hopelessly simplistic? — Naw! Can’t be. It will never happen?
If a man does not keep pace with his companions,
perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer.
Let him step to the music which he hears,
however measured or far away. — Henry David Thoreau
“If I do not want what you want, please try not to tell me that my want is wrong.
Or if I believe other than you, at least pause before you correct my view.
Or if my emotion is less than yours, or more, given the same circumstances, try not to ask me to feel more strongly or weakly.
Or yet if I act, or fail to act, in the manner of your design for action, let me be.
I do not, for the moment at least, ask you to understand me. That will come only when you are willing to give up changing me into a copy of you.
I may be your spouse, your parent, your offspring, your friend, or your colleague. If you will allow me any of my own wants, or emotions, or beliefs, or actions, then you open yourself, so that some day these ways of mine might not seem so wrong, and might finally appear to you as right — for me. To put up with me is the first step to understanding me. Not that you embrace my ways as right for you, but that you are no longer irritated or disappointed with me for my seeming waywardness. And in understanding me you might come to prize my differences from you, and, far from seeking to change me, preserve and even nurture those differences.
The point of this book is that people are different from each other, and that no amount of getting after them is going to change them. Nor is there any reason to change them, because the differences are probably good, not bad.”
Which was against his country’s norms at the time.
A Man for All Seasons.
“You want to know about my motivation, don’t you? Well. It is the kind of sentiments anyone would have when he actually sees refugees face to face, begging with tears in their eyes. He just cannot help but sympathize with them. Among the refugees were the elderly and women. They were so desperate that they went so far as to kiss my shoes, Yes, I actually witnessed such scenes with my own eyes. Also, I felt at that time, that the Japanese government did not have any uniform opinion in Tokyo. Some Japanese military leaders were just scared because of the pressure from the Nazis; while other officials in the Home Ministry were simply ambivalent.
People in Tokyo were not united. I felt it silly to deal with them. So, I made up my mind not to wait for their reply. I knew that somebody would surely complain about me in the future. But, I myself thought this would be the right thing to do. There is nothing wrong in saving many people’s lives….The spirit of humanity, philanthropy…neighborly friendship…with this spirit, I ventured to do what I did, confronting this most difficult situation—and because of this reason, I went ahead with redoubled courage.”
And, Yes, he probably did pay for his life-saving kindness. He had a tough life, but the approximately 20,000 descendents of the individuals who he helped are glad that he did the right thing, in his own mind.
Others could not, and more importantly, did not do the same. But, it was a natural thing, FOR HIM. It’s called personality: Character AND Temperament, two sides of the same coin. You cannot separate them. It is a whole.
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