Not here Not here the darkness, in this twittering world. (T.S. Eliot)
While their mother is hanging laundry on the line to dry, the two girls in the family across the street are picking oranges from the tree in their yard. The older, taller sister does the picking and puts the fruit in the bowl being held by her little sister who trails her closely. They have a system. Older sister circles the tree, little sister follows accordingly, keeping the bowl in deposit proximity. In no time the bowl is filled with oranges.
The oranges look pretty in the bowl. The girls are pretty. Their picking system is adorable. There was a high orange that neither one of them, jumping separately, could reach. So they put their heads together and the older girl hoisted her sister onto her shoulders, and the little one plucked the piece of fruit. You could tell they were proud of the successful outcome that derived from their cooperation.
Gerry Mulligan said listening to recorded music is only a reminder of what listening to live music is. And without in person audiences for concerts, sports; limited access to restaurants and cafes and taverns; no religious assembly or fund raising car washes, we are living what is only a reminder of what could be. We needa turn that frown upside down.
And I liked Nouriel Roubini’s statement about “Global Nomad” which is something to consider as the preexisting human occupation and praxis attempts to resume. “You can be sitting still surfing the Internet, and experience other worlds, ideas and societies. But I’ve found that there is nothing better than visiting a different country, even if for three days. … [Y]ou can’t only be a virtual Global Nomad, with goggles on, in a virtual reality. You have to be there. You have to see it, smell it and live it. You have to see people, travel, and interact.“
(my emphasis)
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