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Even ends have them. Thing is, I may have found one.  It was a few days back when I first heard my wife talk to our Roomba: “Go on; get home.”  I listened to the curious sound of brushes swishing carpet until there was a metallic sounding clink and then silence but for my wife’s words, “Good boy.”

So, after one million years of marriage it’s come to me talking to plants while my wife talks to the Roomba! I guess this makes sense. But, will I soon be asking the sugar bowl to fill itself up? Wait! If that could work…

Did you ever notice how many things we talk to? The, “Stupid door,” that wouldn’t open; “Come on, baby,” is the best way to get that screw to budge; “You are out of here,” I told the roach.  And how about the wall you just walked into that didn’t move out of the way? What do you say then? (Can’t write that here.”)

You can always count on the French for a different point of view.(Paris street sculpture.)

Yep! Life is constant dialogue between the living, the dense and the concrete matter of every kind of substance.  Will we one day tell a chair our name, then raise, lower and recline it by voice command so that it remembers who we are and our position preferences? (actually, I haven’t looked, but this might be on sale somewhere)* So-called, ‘Smart-houses,’ one’s that have lights come on and doors open by voice command, are already here for those who can afford them. More, do you know scientists just detected brain wave functions in synthetic brain cells they created? It all makes me wonder—what if these synthetic thinking substances can be fused into inanimate objects?

Star Trek was cray-cray to show people talking to things on their wrist back in the 1960’s , right?

Here’s a phone from the 1960’s, though fancier ones could be hung on walls.

This is Star Trek’s whack-o idea of a phone.

Something about this seems so familiar…

Time flies, or does it loop, or spin down a funnel into another space and’time.’

Have you noticed how depictions of what worms holes or black holes might look like resemble the shape of the hourglass, an invention from the 8th century AD.

Worse, or more amazing, the hourglass measured time. Now, we think something along the same design may speed us through time–or connect time.

Scientists right now are speculating that hyper-drive technology (who wrote Star Trek anyway?) may enable people to travel from earth to mars in three hours. Really, that’s basically less time than it takes to watch a football game.

As much as we know, what do we really know? We’ve no idea what time might be but for our relative creation of the concept. We don’t know what is up or down in terms of just about anything.

Things can get weird fast when you think about it.

What was once attractive isn’t now and vice-versa. Things just change for better or worse depending, sometimes, upon your view.

This fifteenth century look was all the rage.

Hmmmm….maybe things don’t change! (Current shot from England.)

It was interesting to recount to my work mates that back in 1963 no guys (hardly) had hair that grew over there ears. And when the Beatles led that style people like myself got spit on by others for following that trend. Take just a minute to imagine such a time here in America.

Oh my, you can’t see the top of McCartney’s ear! Call the cops!!!

Now, just about any hair style, length and color is good.

So, there are always beginnings and endings and they actually always happen simultaneously—one defines the other without exception. Every beginning ends something, even if it is just that the particular beginning now exists when it didn’t a second before. The abstinence of any beginning is over once it has begun. I know—they can’t legalize pot soon enough.

Anyway…..

People shout!”This is the end of America.” Really? It’s a bit abstract to think of America simply ending. I suppose it could since anything is possible. Certainly, this current administration’s agendas and lack of regard for American principles is catastrophic in terms of its effect upon the environment, conservation and humanitarian principles. Simply, I think peace, justice and humanitarian principles will win over tyranny. But, make no mistake, this administration is one end that has to happen.

Still, no matter how globally we try to focus, it’s easy to find it very worrisome when someone yells, “The cake is all gone!”

Nah, don’t worry. You know someone will bake another. That last bite was just the start of many more to come.

Franque23

  •  saw an ad that shows a TV remote doing all sorts of freaky stuff in a house by voice command.

 


 

(Click the pic for a larger view.)

Sometimes, none of it seems possible. It can’t be that our family dog, Socks, has been gone for over 55 years. I still feel him sleeping in my bed. I still can feel his curly haired ears as I run my fingers through them… I still see him resting by our fireplace on cold winter nights.

Socks was always there to keep us company. Maybe, it doesn’t seem possible I once was young. I know it happened, but where did it all go? Where did my smiling grade school friends go? Where did the innocence of thinking that ice cream guy liked me go?

Of course, we kept busy. Time for growing up is a spring board made of hope, longing and foggy vision. It’s just impossible to focus on being 70 when you’re 10, 15 or 20 years old. Life doesn’t work that way. We arrive to life never intending to leave, or thinking it possible. The view from Christmas as an eight year old is a glorious thing.

6th Grade school  picture;  I’m 6th from the right in back row…So much of my life was unknown.

It seemed time might stand frozen still. How could anything really change?( My dad, Mr. Freeze, me and my dog’s tail. )

Later on, the prom corsages and carnations would be pressed to never be thrown away. All those promises were etched in stone and building blocks we thought we’d stand on and never leave behind. So much gets left behind.

Swimming in Lake Tenkiller in Oklahoma was a great moment…cousins on my mom’s side lived out west.

My cousins were all well and growing like me…

My father’s brother, his wife and son.

We had the best time without any sense of it.

My dad was from Iowa and he grew almost an apple orchard in our backyard on Long Island, NY. Some years we picked 40 bushels. We’d eat the apples, bake them and exchange so many bushels for a gallon of cider pressed by a cider mill that was still up and running back then in Suffolk county.

Life, it seemed, would always be this way. I even dreamed of being a rock star. Dreams are free unless they shackle your understanding.

Me with Aunt Edna and my gold plated stereo Gibson ES-355 guitar.

I drifted as many do and had my first child after falling in love with my wife. We were at the most happy schedule in life when my brother and his wife visited us in Micanopy, Florida.

Ed came once again many years later…

Ed is gone now but never from my heart—time can only steal so much.

At seventy, I’ve a view I could never have imagined in my younger, rubber boned, look at me now years. Now, I’m thankful to have the sight—so many of my peers have died without the chance. It seems a lifetime ago when President Kennedy was killed, when Martin Luther King was assassinated. I was only in high school at the time but I remember thinking these two were my brothers in a fight against evil—together we could change the world. Then, even my brother died and anything became possible. For those of you who have parents living, hug them right now if possible. The voices of the dead continue but you can’t hug them.

My mom having a great new year with my mother-in law. Just wow for me.

Mom’s last year at Lake Bonaparte. Her face says it all.

No matter your age, find at least a sliver of a second to tell the ones you love that you do.  A hug lasts forever in the mind and heart and it’s so easy to give.  Feelings are as real as the table or chair you might be sitting by or on. So much in our hurried lives gets unsaid. Go to the ones you love and say it.

Giving  what you can to others is the best thing you can do for your own life—trust me

I believe in you.

Where does it go? It all goes inside of you,  and that’s forever.

Franque23

 

 

 


Can you spare a minute?

This post may have started with the 9:09 PM starting time of the Milwaukee Brewer’s and Dodger’s game on Oct 16th. Why, for the love of anything you pick, would a game start at 9:09? Googling the question reveals that the TV time slot actually starts at 9 PM but announcers (and it’s got to be ads) have stuff to say for, like, 9 minutes. Okay, but 9:09 still seems a bit random to me. Why not have announcers fart around for another 6 minutes to reach that even 9:15 PM time or, better yet, could they just shut the hell up and talk after the 9 PM game starts?

The Babe knew how to ‘time’ his swing…

Little things matter. People, fans, have enough to do work-wise and drinking-wise (This is , after all a Brewer game) to nail a 9:09 time slot. It’s all wrong, but it gets worse. It turn’s out a local High School has lunch scheduled at 12:17 PM and its normal school day ends at 2:37 PM. There’s one for all you driven crazy by parenting driving pick-up moms to focus on. “I pick up the kids at 2:37; at 2:37; at 2:37.” All over town mother’s and dad’s stare into a mirror and repeat this over and over the night before every school day.

Me and my guitar along time ago….

 

When did our ,’Minute Madness,’ start? It vaguely seems correct to think minute madness origins can be found in airplane schedules. They always had weird departure and arrivals times but have you ever seen a plane land or takeoff ,’ON Time,’ no matter what weird time they picked for either event? Me neither. Thing is, this every minute matters approach filtered down into our society like a fungus on tree bark. We’re consumed by bizarre time punctuation. And here we are, a society semi-sprung from parts world-wide where the afternoon breaks for nappy’s, wine or chatter used to be 3-ish or 4-ish to five-ish.

I guarantee Napoleon did not invade Paris at 3:13 PM. No, our paid, fired, hired or hounded by the minute life is not the stuff of history.  I’ve never read that Isaac Newton’s brain-dent from an apple happened precisely at 1:02 PM.  Nope, survivors of the World now gone minute-mad call that an, “aha moment,” and leave it at that. Can we just walk away, call a time-out, and avoid being hit by another apple in time?

Time-out. Now time for this or that, not enough time, time lost, time gained, saved or wasted, time spent, time-in, time forgotten, time can be so many things—that’s the good news. The bad news is time is the task master of us all now-a-days. Worse, time not only exists in our heads, on phones, watches and punch-in clocks at work but it’s especially adorned by Cuckoo clocks, and rightfully so. Never has a true unknown ever ruled over the world like our vague concept of time.

Salvador Dahi painted melting clocks

To be fair, man does have an AC/DC timeline in place… whoops,, I mean a BC/AD time line in place. ( BC=Before Christ and AD=After the Crucifixion)So sure, we know stuff happened before Christ was born and then lots after, but the trouble is when he was born can slide back and forth by ten years, some say twenty, others say up to sixty years or more! I ask you, how much of what we do today can be off by, like, thirty years? ” I build houses and yours will be up sometime within the next thirty years.-That’s a promise!” A man runs to catch his train but he’s two minutes late getting to the station. The train is nowhere in sight so he asks the train station attendant, “Did the train leave?” The Train attendant looks over his records. ” Yep. That train left about a week ago-sorry.”

Time is based on nothing but agreement formed in the backrooms of history. Time truly denotes nothing but has the power of the leash and lash we’ve given to its practice. And wouldn’t you know it, I asked one of our many volunteers at work tonight when she was leaving. “8:12,” was her answer. I stared ahead in disbelief, knowing I’d write this glob and not ask her why, ‘8:12′?

You know, I finished this post in the nick-of-time….whew. That’s called ,’split second timing.’

TV aired a show about people living off the grid and one fellow, a man with an engineering degree who’d been well employed as such, said the greatest thing about his life in the boonies was that he didn’t wear a watch, and he had no idea what day, month or time it was.

My brother, Ed Franquemont,(Harvard Grad.) lived in Peru for ten years with his wife and children. Ed once told me the best thing about living as he did was that there was no specific time, only day and night, and the passing of the sun and moon in between.

once upon a time at our home on Long Island, Ed and I shoveled a lot of snow…

Hurry here; hurry there: this time thing is a madness, and we are all bound to this fever. Sad. Can we have a re-do and think this thing out one more time over a four-ish nappy and bottle of wine? We might find we get less done but we are much happier with all that progress.

Franque23 doesn’t wear a watch , or have a, ‘smart.’ phone. I’m still dancing.

 

 

 

 

 


(Avatar Magic, by Gerald Franquemont, is out on Kindle and it can be downloaded onto most readers.)

Of course, Time passes but where does it go? Is Time a commodity that’s more valuable than money, or only a concept? Perhaps, Time is a form of energy? I think so. If Time is not energy, then why does everything change as Time passes?  It seems Time is a force to be reckoned with by  everything it touches. If Time is a force, is there an equal force that pushes back against it? Would that force have to be eternity???

Backing up a bit gets me to the idea that the entire universe is made up of energy. I guess then, even if Time is only something we have conceptualized , then Time is still energy since everything we do or think is part of the universe. Of course, space is energy, even empty space must exert a force to remain empty right? Physics is all about “Space-Time” so in this lingo lies the combination of Time with the notion of Space, the same Space that is made up of energy.  But , of course, nothing is clear cut when it comes to Time.

None of these questions about Time are recommended for a first date dialogue.  Maybe, that’s why I haven’t asked them until I’m well over writing my 280th blog? But, all of this talk about Time makes me think about the ever -so-important last second. You know the one I’m talking about. The last second is when so many important decisions are made, when so many fiasco’s commence, when there is so much or so little hope. Thing is, is there ever a last second? What does a last second look like and where did that last second come from before it earned the dubious honor of being last? Hell if I know. I think most importantly, a second is a curious item.

The third and final book of the Avatar Magic series called,  Avatar Magic Survival, finds the protagonist, Lenard, having thoughts about Time and about this last second deal…… Hopefully, the final book will be out on Kindle this year shortly after the release of Book two, The Code of Avatar.

“The oddest thing about becoming one with a second is that I realized the very building block of time is meaningless. Hello!?!? How can something meaningful be built of units that vanish before you know it? You can’t catch a second-no way! You can’t photograph it, paint it, sell it, hear it, taste it or even reason it. This is why if you listen carefully you’ll hear the universe  humming that Time is a ruling complex of ideas built upon nothing. Doo-wop on that upbeat for a second.

Come on, Time’s a made up brain-drain of an idea that encapsulates everything we do. Flat out, real freedom of thought can only come by understanding the essence of each second’s nothingness from the inside out, not that I could ever do that. No, this tick-tock linked up brain of mine has watched the clock ever since I realized it could ring in the end of school. I’m strapped tightly to time just like you are. Thing is, I had this second thinking all well in focus when I hit the floor during my disastrous Avatar landing, that’s when this Time idea of mine abruptly smashed into pieces. Spot on, that moment was worse than dropping a cheese stuffed all the way pizza on the floor before I took the first bite! ” (Lenard, in  Avatar Magic Survival: Avatar Magic: Book 3.):-)

It’s almost time for me to take a trip to Africa-I’m looking forward to that. I should get one more post off before I go-I’ll ‘talk’ with you then! Meanwhile, enjoy your Time.*

Franque23

*I’ve one other post on Time that I know of…..Enjoy!

https://franque23.wordpress.com/2013/02/23/tempus-fugit-says-who/

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