Sunday, July 18, 2010

Don't you just love Perspective

I've always thought people act, or react to things according to perspective.
Some girls scream at everything, some girls don't scream. Some people are afraid of everything, some ain't scared of nothing. Some people have respect, some don't. That's what makes the human condition so fluid.

One line that has always struck me funny was delivered by an actor in the movie "Best Little Whorehouse in Texas". I paraphrase, " Why can't those Middle East people do the Christian thing, and stop all that nonsense." See what I'm saying?

Goldilocks must have known she was in a Bear's den...there must have been pictures on the mantle of great grandpa bear on vacation fishing in Alaska There must have been tell tale bear hair on everything, but did she care? Obviously she didn't... or she would have split before she tore the place up. Lack of proper perspective, if you ask me.

What WAS she thinking.

What are the last works of a true redneck? "Hold my beer and watch this _ _ _ _"!

Read the Darwin Awards if you want some wierd perspective on things. They are on line and accumulating victims everyday.

Near sighted people have a different perspective than far sight people...duh.

Our senses/ internal windings give more voltage to some parts of our actions than others. Some people react to situations in very rational ways, some don't. We all get a little nuts in a hurricane, volcanoes and earth quakes, although I found my only hurricane and small earthquakes to be worth the price of admission. Strange perspective?

 Shel Siverstein tried to make clear in his book of poetry, Missing Piece of O  that we are constantly having to put things in perspective. DON'T listens to politicians or preacher for all answers...all you get is their perspective...and most of that written with an agenda in mind by someone other than the one expressing the ideas.

I prefer the values set down in Tom T Hall's  song "Old Dogs and Children, and Watermelon Wine"...or something pretty close to this.

 How old do you think I am he said I said well I didn't know
He said I turned sixty five about eleven months ago
I was sittin' in Miami pourin' blended whiskey down
When this old grey black gentleman was cleanin' up the lounge
There wasn't anyone around 'cept this old man and me
The guy who ran the bar was watching Ironsides on TV
Uninvited he sat down and opened up his mind
On old dogs and children and watermelon wine
Ever had a drink of watermelon wine he asked
He told me all about it though I didn't answer back
Ain't but three things in this world that's worth a solitary dime
But old dogs and children and watermelon wine
He said women think about theyselves when menfolk ain't around
And friends are hard to find when they discover that you're down
He said I tried it all when I was young and in my natural prime
Now it's old dogs and children and watermelon wine
Old dogs care about you even when you make mistakes
God bless little children while they're still too young to hate
When he moved away I found my pen and copied down that line
'Bout old dogs and children and watermelon wine.


It was said of the twin boys, Googler and Gaggler in Carl Sandburg's Rutabaga Tales..."they will go far and see much; they will not sit with the sitters and knit with the knitters." A nice way to spend a life! Lord knows I've tried.

Remember, a specialist sees more and more of less and less. Calvin's got it right about grown ups at times...we ARE are natures way of loosening the grip of our becoming too specialized.
My daughter just posted, for some reason, that her daughter can now take off her diaper at will...that calls for a new layer of security, and a new perspective.

That chile sho is loosening her up!

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