manual transmission.

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this car owner is definitely invested 

in transmitting 

what they think is a very important message/warning

let this be a lesson.

it’s from ‘the ‘MGPS’ after all. 

 

note: (manuals don’t often help me but they do help the person i hire to help me)

 

‘everyone is flailing through this life without an owner’s manul,

with whatever modicum of grace and good humor we can manage.’ 

-anne lamott

american novelist, nonfiction writer, and memoirist. a bestselling author and Guggenheim Fellowship recipient

may day.

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‘what radicalized you?’

‘nothing, i was born with basic empathy.

‘the world decided that was radical.’

-the h.h.

 

 

 

 

art credit: leah jo canix

oubaitori.

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none of the flowering fruit trees in the ancient idiom 

are in this photo

 but some of my native plants are doing as they please

blooming and flourishing at their own rate

 

 “Oubaitori” comes from the kanji,  (Japanese characters), that symbolize four flowering trees: cherry blossom, plum, peach, and apricot. It’s an ancient idiom meaning that people, like the flowers on those trees, bloom and flourish at their own rate and in their own way. The overall takeaway: Don’t compare yourself to others, instead, celebrating your inherent uniqueness.

I’m on it.

 

Murrow, honesty and integrity.

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‘no one man can terrorize a whole nation unless we are all his accomplices.’

Edward R. Murrow, who died in april of 1965 

Edward R. Murrow ( 1908 – 1965) was an American journalist and television and radio figure who reported for CBS. Noted for honesty and integrity in delivering the news, he is considered among journalism’s greatest figures. He first came to prominence with a series of radio news broadcasts during World War II, which were followed by millions of listeners in the United States and Canada. Murrow hired a top-flight cadre of war correspondents and his broadcasts were both detailed and dramatic. As an American, he spoke clearly to the American public, who could readily identify with him.

A pioneer of television news broadcasting, Murrow’s work continued to bring information to the public in candid yet accurate reports. He is especially well-known for his series of television news reports that helped lead to the censure of U.S. Senator Joseph McCarthy in the 1950s. Murrow’s exemplary career remains one of the cornerstones of broadcast journalism, and his widely-agreed status as broadcasting’s greatest journalist has not waned in the decades since his death.

source credit New World Encyclopedia

thirsty?

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Painting by Emma May Riley, ‘Glass of Water’ 2013.

Oil on Canvas.

‘reality leaves a lot to the imagination.’

-john lennon

Emma creates still-life realism paintings. The works all have a common theme, to connect with simple pleasures that are in fact commonplace and often overlooked in todays fast-paced society. She aims to create art that is interactive, creating a physical and emotional response in the viewer. Emma is from Devon, United Kingdom

your blog is your radio station.

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The car we were using on our long trip to South Carolina this year is old enough that connecting my phone required a cable and a bit of fuss, and one afternoon I didn’t feel like bothering with it. I just wanted some music, so I reached for the radio and began twisting the dial.

Most of what I heard was exactly what you’d expect. Polished, predictable, professionally programmed stations delivering familiar formats. They weren’t bad. They were just interchangeable. I moved past them without thinking.

Then I landed on something different: WCOO, 105.5 The Bridge. Within minutes I realized I was hearing something I hadn’t encountered in a long time — a station with a point of view. They played familiar songs, but not always the obvious ones. Many had been hits long ago but had largely disappeared from radio. At one point they played Leon Russell’s Stranger in a Strange Land. I lit up — I had never heard that song on the radio before, except when I aired it myself decades ago. They also played songs I didn’t recognize at all, from bands I’d never heard of. None of it felt random. The whole package held together.

Not every song grabbed me. Most were simply part of the station’s overall sound, and made the station feel coherent. And because that coherence was there, the occasional song that did connect landed with unusual force. I found myself leaving the dial alone, letting the station carry me wherever it was going.

That experience reminded me of something about blogging.

Your blog is a radio station.

Every time you publish a post, you are programming your station. You are choosing what goes into rotation. Some post types are your familiars, the topics and themes readers already associate with you. Some are deeper cuts, things that matter to you but may not matter to everyone. Some are experiments, signals sent into the dark to see if anyone recognizes them.

Most posts will not stop a new visitor in their tracks. Most simply establish the contours of your sensibility. They create the sound of your station.

Readers don’t arrive knowing they need you. They arrive the way I arrived at WCOO: by accident, by curiosity, by wandering. They sample what you’re transmitting. Most move on quickly, not because your signal is weak, but because it isn’t their frequency. Affinity is selective by nature. But a few hear something that resonates — something familiar, or something unexpectedly right. Those readers stay. They come back. Over time, they stop evaluating individual posts and start trusting the station itself.

Search engines and social media made it seem as if blogging were about being findable. They encouraged us to think in terms of traffic, optimization, and reach. Those things can increase the number of people who briefly pass through your frequency range. They can’t manufacture recognition. Recognition happens when your signal is clear and consistent enough that the right person thinks, “Right on!” when they hear it.

The job of a blogger is not to capture everyone. The job is to transmit something real, building a body of work that sounds like itself, so that when someone out there is twisting the dial and lands on your station, they hear something they didn’t know they were looking for, and decide to stay awhile.

You don’t control who tunes in. You control only what you transmit. – Jim Grey

 

note/source credits:  (both former radio dj’s)

I felt that this described blogging perfectly after recently reading a repost from my blogging friend Keith, from ‘Various Ramblings of a Nostalgic Italian https://nostalgicitalian.com/

Original post written by Jim Grey (of ‘Down the Road’). To get Down the Road in your inbox or reader six days a week, click here to subscribe 

‘to affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.’ – henry david thoreau

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Former U.S. President, Barack Obama and New York City Mayor, Zohran Mamdani

sit together to read and sing to children in New York

the room is overflowing with joy.

 

‘you can’t lead the people if you don’t love the people, 

you can’t save the people if you don’t serve the people.’

-cornel west

 

 

note: the children guessed that Mamdani’s first name was ‘Mayor’ and did not know who President Obama was. At the end of their visit, the children gave them their hands to help them stand up from their little chairs because they ‘were older.’

 

image credit: abc NY

 

 

 

godzilla of the sea.

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‘Nature has a way sometimes of reminding Man of just how small he is. She occasionally throws up terrible offspring’s of our pride and carelessness to remind us of how puny we really are in the face of a tornado, an earthquake, or a Godzilla. The reckless ambitions of Man are often dwarfed by their dangerous consequences. For now, Godzilla – that strangely innocent and tragic monster – has gone to earth. Whether he returns or not, or is never again seen by human eyes, the things he has taught us remain…The arrogance of man is thinking that nature is in our control, and not the other way around.’
-raymond burr – american actor who appeared in two godzilla films as a reporter (closing lines)

adventure follows.

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love this little vintage schwinn

outside the local bike shop 

where one of my grandies works

 it’s from way back when

with lots of stories to tell.

 

‘wherever my bike takes me, adventure follows.’

-author unknown

 

 

werifesteria.

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my friend and i set off for a walk in saginaw forest

sadly the tornado had taken down some of the trees

we climbed around and over

made our way through the paths

avoiding the lumberjacks and tree doctors

tending to the wounded and lost

as a bonus we also avoided the wood chipper

where those that could not be saved met their fate

after the forest

breakfast at the Korean cafe

brought a rainbow

 sent through the window

 right into my cup.

werifesteria – old English – ( verb)

to wander longingly through the forest in search of mystery, magic, or whimsy