So many differentways of being right
To Whom itmay concern: “Chrono-synclastic Infundibula-justimagine that your daddy is the smartest man who ever lived on earth and heknows everything there is to find out and he is exactly right about everythingand he can prove he is right about everything. Now imagine another little childon some nice world a million light years away and that little child’s Daddy isthe smartest man who ever lived on that nice world so far away. And he is justas smart and just as right as your Daddy is. Both Daddies are smart, and bothDaddies are right. Only if they ever met each other they would get into aterrible argument, because they wouldn’t agree on anything. Now, you can saythat your Daddy is right and the other little child’s daddy is wrong, but theUniverse is an awfully big place. There is room enough for an awful lot ofpeople to be right about things and still not agree.
The reasonboth Daddies can be right and still get into terrible fights is because thereare so many different ways of being right. There are places in the Universe,though, where each Daddy could finally catch on to what the other Daddy wastalking about. These places are where all the different kinds of truths fittogether as nicely as the parts in your Daddy’s solar watch. We call theseplaces chrono-synclastic infundibulate.
The SolarSystem seems to be full of chrono-synclasticinfundibulate. There is one great big one we are sure of that likes to staybetween Earth and Mars. We know about that one because an Earth-man and hisEarth-dog ran into it.
You mightthink it would be nice to go to a chrono-synclastic
In responseto Jim Bankson’s letter last week, I would like toexpress my opinion, for what its worth.
VerandaBeach was inevitable and we all know that. What ishard for the locals to swallow is a major loss and a big change in our area,simultaneously. Orovillites are good,proud people and most don’t want to see change at such a fast pace, consuming avery large local area that for many years was a playground and party beach24/7.
I’ve hadmany fun-filled days and nights at our local “trespassing” spot, Dairy Point,or as a way to hold on to a bit of the past, I now call it “Porch Point
My mainbeef is the lack of change for the locals in the area. For years I’ve toutedthe need for a place for diverse fun activities for all ages, for theincreasing tourists and locals of course. State of the artmini golf, go-carts, batting cage, bungee tower, large pool with wave machine,maybe even a roller coaster. Why not? Whatever floats a thrill seeker’sboat!
UnlikeRosario Resort, which is a ways from easily going back to Canada, open yearround and not seasonally, most people by far (if not all) residents at Verandawill be Canadians and with not much to do in Oroville many will choose to headback north for a bit of entertainment. It’s a hop, skip and jump. Four to sixmonths vacationing on Lake Osoyoos could be great, but how many people will getburned out on water and regular golf? Oroville needs to capitalize somehow onthe dollars that will be draining by us. How about two percent of thedevelopment money goes to giving Oroville a boost? A theater, a bowling alley,anything! And how about a giant, visually intriguing maze?Biggest in America, advertise the fact, draw folks from all corners, give themmore to do, all are happy! Anyway, in my view if something doesn’t change, thelocals thinking ca-ching
VDA means loss of gunrights for some vets
e up this stuff). Because ofconfidentiality, this is probably not a problem for those seeking help from aprivate mental health care provider, but those who seek help from a governmentpsychiatrist will find themselves unable to purchase a gun.
Each bridge andbeach, a lesson learned
Distressingnews items of the present time, begs returning at least temporarily to memoriesof the past when other times fill the deep fabric of life, woven of dreams cometo life again. Enclosed in a cocoon of a recluse, places of other times becomevivid, though experienced 60-70 years ago.
Thesweltering New York hot summers on tar beach (tar-packed roof tops), requiredmany layers of newspapers and towels to protect from unwashabletar stains. Mamma supplied the tanning lotion – a simple mix of oil andvinegar. When my body developed a fragrance of a hot-wilted salad, it was timeto flip over to the other side. It was time to retreat when the salad took on ahint of tar. Down the marble steps to our fifth floorapartment.
Jones Beachand the Rockaway beaches required a subway ride and accompaniment of an adult,usually a neighbor. The beach was my favorite place for reading or tacklingschool assignments when school was not quite over. Latin was the mandatorylanguage (two-years) and the second language was elective (three-years). EarthScience and Map Reading were also compulsory for this was the World War II erawhen we had blackouts, food rationing stamps and the “fat can” on the kitchencounter to contribute to the war effort. (I’ve digressed).
Back to thebeach…the fragrances of the beach are still alive in memory. The sand was a mixof foot tongs, droplets of sodas, hot dogs left behind, mustard and ice cream,sun lotions and body sweat, intermittently swept aside by the salty ocean wavesand breezes. At night, the light of the sky painted the ocean with glimmeringlights. The fragrance of the abandoned beach, ocean waves and breezes left salton my lips.
Reflectionsof the various phases of our lives take us to the present and remind us of thebridges burned as we keep trying to “do it better” each time around. Therecomes the time when we run out of matches. No more bridges to burn behind us tocross ‘cept the memories – very much alive; eachbridge a lesson learned.
Anger towards McCainand POW cover-up
Last week Chinafinally admitted to holding captive one POW (Prisoner of War) from the KoreanWar. It is just another reminder of why no one should vote for John McCain.
In 1990there was tremendous pressure applied to our government to end the cover-up andto make an honest accounting of POW-MIA’s from Vietnam and other wars. In 1991a Senate Committee found irrefutable evidence that our own government hadabandoned thousands of POW’s after W.W.II, Korea and Vietnam to suffer and diein captivity in the Soviet Union and China. Russian President Boris Yeltsin evenadmitted to this committee that the evidence was factual and said Americansmight still be alive in Russian and Chinese prison camps.
To protectitself from the truth, the first Bush Administration set up a show committeechaired by Sen. John Kerry and ramrodded by Sen. JohnMcCain. They proceeded to make a sham and mockery of the evidence presented byfamilies and former POWs and to “prove” the government was not covering up anyevidence.
To this day,go to any POW-MIA website and you will find nothing but anger and disdaintowards Sen. McCain.
Need RepublicanCongress for change
Gas pricesare nearing or exceeding five dollars per gallon. OPEC Nations hold us in theirmercy. Oil companies could produce less expensive petroleum products.Environmentalists have conned the U.S. Congress into banning oil exploration inone of the most promising oil fields in the world.
Environmentalistsclaim ANWR (Alaska National Wildlife Refuge) would be harmed showing picturesfrom areas that would remain untouched. ANWR consists of 17.5 million acres ofAlaska in the northern arctic region. Less than 2000 acres, half of onepercent, would be explored. Oil exploration would be on the barren wasteland ofthe coastal plain. Winter lasts nine months with temperatures reaching 110below zero. Three months in mid-winter are dark 24 hours a day. The coastalarea is flat, permanently frozen land. The pristine landscapes would remain offlimits.
Oilexploration on the coastal plain is supported by 75 percent of Alaskancitizens. We already have a pipeline from Alaska to the Continental 48.Congress needs to protect our economy, by opening up the scant 2000 acres tooil exploration. Democrats have tied up our resources catering to the extremefringe of environmentalism. We need change and common sense. We need aRepublican Congress.
Roger W Hancock