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Friday, August 7, 2015
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
How few hairs must a man have to be bald?
As I exited a local mall, where I had been shopping for widgets, i.e., nothing of significance, I noticed a man standing on the corner. He was looking at the sky, but I didn’t look up.
What captivated my attention was his lack of hair: he was bald. Big deal you say. I would have thought the same except that he had a few strands of long hair carefully plastered in a forward direction; towards his forehead. Was he a bald guy? A guy going bald? Or a bald guy with some hairs plastered on his head?
It seemed that because he once had blond hair, he was likely considered bald. If his hair had been dark brown for example, he might not have been considered bald but rather going bald or perhaps having a bouffant hairdo—a crucial distinction.
On the other hand, it’s clear that from his point of view that he wasn’t. If he was, he wouldn’t have carefully plastered the few strands of hair on his head and combed them forward.
I walked up to him and said really loud, “Excuse me, but how few hairs must a man have to be bald?” He looked at me with surprise then anger. Other people walking by frowned at me, except for two young black kids who were laughing.
As I combed my deep brown hair on the store window, I reflected, “Which grain makes the noise when corn is tipped from a container?”
by Homeless with a Laptop, that is my Name
What captivated my attention was his lack of hair: he was bald. Big deal you say. I would have thought the same except that he had a few strands of long hair carefully plastered in a forward direction; towards his forehead. Was he a bald guy? A guy going bald? Or a bald guy with some hairs plastered on his head?
It seemed that because he once had blond hair, he was likely considered bald. If his hair had been dark brown for example, he might not have been considered bald but rather going bald or perhaps having a bouffant hairdo—a crucial distinction.
On the other hand, it’s clear that from his point of view that he wasn’t. If he was, he wouldn’t have carefully plastered the few strands of hair on his head and combed them forward.
I walked up to him and said really loud, “Excuse me, but how few hairs must a man have to be bald?” He looked at me with surprise then anger. Other people walking by frowned at me, except for two young black kids who were laughing.
As I combed my deep brown hair on the store window, I reflected, “Which grain makes the noise when corn is tipped from a container?”
by Homeless with a Laptop, that is my Name
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
A Comment on 'Waging Heavy Peace' by Neil Young
I’ve always loved Neil Young’s music so I eagerly awaited and
picked up this book by Neil Young himself.
As former military, I loved the title of the book ‘Waging Heavy Peace.’
It reminded me of the Strategic Air Command’s motto, ‘Peace is our profession.’ Anyway, I expected some kind of philosophic
revelation or some grandiose poetical insight into the universe hitherto
unknown to all or at least to me anyway.
There is none… Neil is a just regular guy, a bit self-absorbed and
arrogant, which he admits, and which definitely comes across in the book.
On the positive side, I cannot help but like a guy who obviously
loves his family and especially his quadriplegic son, Ben Young. He refers to his kids by their first and last
names which I find likable. I also
cannot help but to smile when 65-year-old Neil refers to his father as
"Daddy." That’s really nice.
On the negative side, he does not talk about his songs other
than to say he wrote a bunch of them together when he was either stoned or
drunk or both… and I expected some out-of-the-world vision from a guy who wrote
and sings “Heart of Gold”, “Down by the River” , etc. Nada...
While I still like Neil Young’s music after reading ‘Waging
Heavy Peace’ it now has lost some of its… mystical qualities at least for me. Except for the positive points that I noted
above, for the most part I don’t like Neil Young the person. Sad but True…
By: Homeless with a
Laptop, That is my Name
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