I’ve heard those 5 words more than I care to, and yet, I find myself uttering them on occasion. What does it mean when you use that phrase?
I discovered that it’s a tautophrase – “A phrase or sentence that tautologically defines a term by repeating that term.” I don’t remember studying tautology in any of my literary criticism classes in college, so I looked it up on Wikipedia. Go here to read the definition.
It’s probably okay to use it in tenses too. With “it is what it is” being the present tense, “it was what it was” the past tense, and “it will be what it will be” the future tense. I use those on occasion, even though I think they’re all inelegant phrases.
Nevertheless, one of my college English lit professors told me that as a writer I can use any phrase I choose if it suits what I’m trying to communicate to readers. She said I can even make up my own words or a phrase if it gets my point across. So, I’ll leave yall with this one:
I suppose there are many different ways one can handle it, positive and negative. It may need to be measured in some form or fashion before you can choose how to deal with it. Life here on Pale Blue Dot is so full of them that it becomes second nature to either accept them and move on, or ignore them and move on. Either method can be both subjective and objective at the same time.
It’s disappointing to not be chosen for a position on the high school basketball or football team. Especially if you think you’re good enough. You wonder why it wasn’t noticed at tryouts. You watched and learned many different moves and strategies for the game, you’ve practiced and played with friends at the local park during summer. They all seemed to think you were quite good.
I wasn’t chose, but that has no effect on those that were. They might be thinking it was best for the team that I wasn’t picked. They might’ve noticed my method of handling the ball looked a little awkward, or I was just a little too slow running the 50-yard dash. Their views and opinions are completely objective to me, my opinion of myself is what should matter for being picked, right?
Perhaps. If you show that you are okay upon discovering that you weren’t picked, if you can come to grips with what is probably better for the team, if you can tell yourself “next time.” And keep believing that there will be a next time.
Life is full of choices, and I understand that sometimes not being chosen is best for the team. But handling the disappointment within is not a team effort, you are the only one that can take care of that. Just know that there’s always a next time.
I’ve asked myself that question many times and it’s a tough one to answer. You’ve probably heard of Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs:
Physiological needs – water, food, shelter, etc.
Safety needs – personal security, employment, health.
Love and Belonging – family, friends, intimacy.
Esteem – respect, self-esteem, status.
Self-actualization – the desire to be all you can be.
It’s quite interesting that Maslow narrowed it down to five crucial needs, but when you look at each separately there’re many facets of what a need truly is. And each of us have many different kinds of needs that are individually important.
I might need a new pair of shoes, but my old ones still fit regardless of the fact that one has a hole in the sole. You could say this isn’t really a need, it’s a want because no one can see the hole. The shoe still fits perfectly and if I avoid walking where there might be glass or other sharp objects, the shoe still does what a shoe does.
Wants are far more subjective than needs which makes them harder to identify because they’re more personal to how we want to live and what living comfortably means. A new pair of shoes would make me feel better about myself because, well, they’re new and maybe more noticeable and folks might think I’m pretty hip because I’m wearing the latest style.
On the other hand, my need for a new pair becomes a lot more relevant than wearing the latest style if I’m sitting at a restaurant, with my leg on top of my knee and the shoe with the hole in the sole is visible. I’m sure folks who notice would think to themselves “that fella needs a new pair of shoes.”
I was discussing this need/want topic with my wife recently who’s thinking about purchasing a want. We’re both retired, and unfortunately haven’t met the “$1,000,000” figure often mentioned (as a need for retirement) by financial planners. I look for reasons to justify a want purchase by looking at our needs. Have all five been met?
If you can answer yes, then I say go ahead with the want purchase. If you’re like us, you’ll have a common sense discussion and come to a mutual agreement. Or not. (I just thought I needed to add that little negaitve aspect whether I wanted to or not.)
My new pair of barefoot shoes by Hike that I’ve wanted for some time but didn’t need.
I just happen to be one. If you’re one too then I’m sure you’ll agree that spring is our favorite season. Especially if you’re a gardener, and more especially (“more especially?”) if you’re pushing 70 and winter’s cold seeps ever so deeply into your bones with each passing year.
If I could grow feathers perhaps the cold would find it more difficult to get in. Even when I’m bundled up like Randy in A Christmas Story cold will eventually find a way to get through and I’ll be looking for the quickest way back to the living room heater within minutes.
I’m no ornothologist but from what I can tell, birds seem to be pretty well adapted to cold and snow. I mean just look at that plump mourning dove above and tell me if you think it looks like it’s cold.
Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal in the above image look perfectly warm to me. If I had downy feathers I could probably brave the cold much like them. But, alas, us humans don’t have feathers. Sure, you can purchase coats and jackets filled with down that might keep you warm, but as I mentioned earlier, cold will always find its way to my skin no matter what I’m wearing to protect it.
I wish roses bloomed in May instead of June. It does happen on occasion but not as often as I’d like. The above image of a lovely June blooming rose warms my skin as if I had the downy feathers of a bird.
As I write this the temperature outside is 36° and snow is in the forecast.
That I placed my fingers and hand around the neck of a guitar long before they touched the shutter button on a camera. My guitar has always been close at hand and it’s been with me everywhere. Including 300 feet under the Meditterranean Sea during my time as a sonar technician on a nuclear submarine. If my guitar could talk (it does, but not like us) I’d probably have a lot of explaining to do and nobody would believe me.
The camera is a relatively new instrument to my hands and fingers and I’m still learning how to “play” it. Having started my photography journey past the age of 60, it’s much harder to learn because of the Grim Reaper’s curse on my prefrontal cortex. I am taking the advice of my mentor Blake Rudis: “Combat this with: DELIBERATE and ROUTINE PRACTICE. REPETITION, PERSISTENCE, and CONCENTRATION.”
My guitar knows me well enough that such routine practice sessions with it are more like performances. The camera hasn’t known me long enough to perform like my guitar. If only my guitar could communicate on some metaphysical level with my camera and let it know that I’m a little slower at learning things these days.
Perhaps both instruments working together could cure my condition with a miraculous song, frozen in time and captured in a photograph.
There’s a selfless rhythm required when enmeshing yourself with another person.
(Justin Vernon)
34 years being enmeshed with someone is weirdly like being enmeshed with yourself, if you play your cards right. You can pretty much do what you want as long as you’re not hurting yourself, mentally or physically.
The one enmeshed can also benefit from such a long relationship. They know that you know them pretty well and they figure you’d not do anything that would ruin a good enmeshment.
Yes, that’s a weird way of describing what it’s like being married for 34 years. But I think you could say that marriage is an enmeshing of two souls that, ideally, remain so after however many years till death do you part.
I like to think that my inner rhythm has been atuned to the one enmeshed for these past 34 years. I must admit that it gets a little out of tune sometimes. That’s when the going gets tough but the tough get going.
On April 6th, I’ll celebrate the 34th year of what has been a very fulfilling enmeshment. I think she would agree.
My wife has completed the bookings of where we’ll be staying as we make our way west to visit 4 national parks come September. I hope it will be an epic journey with epic scenery. The trip, delayed for five years, was for a reason I’m sure you already know.
The first stop on our journey will be in Cleveland, OH, for a concert. We will hear and see one of my favorite bluegrass stars – Alison Krauss. We saw her there several years ago with Robert Plant. But for this show, she’ll be with her new/old band and we’re really looking forward to it.
After Alison’s show our drive continues west to Madison, WI. Then we head to Wall, South Dakota. We’ll be visiting the first of four national parks – Badlands National Park. Then it’s on to Rapid City for an overnight stay before heading to Cody, Wyoming. Mt. Rushmore, Devil’s Den, and the Black Hills are planned short stops in Cody.
We’ll rest up at the Moose Creek Lodge in Cody. After that, we’ll drive to one of the oldest national parks. It’s one I’m really excited about – Yellowstone National Park. First established in 1872, Yellowstone might be the most well-known. Maureen has scheduled 2 days for us to get as much sight-seeing and photography in as possible at Yellowstone. I’m sure that’s not nearly long enough to see everything. I plan to choose my photography locales very carefully. Hopefully, I’ll find at least one or two areas for epic photos during the 2 days.
From Yellowstone, our next stop is Grand Tetons National Park in Moose, Wyoming. “Mountains of the Imagination” is a coined phrase you might’ve heard in reference to Grand Teton. Jackson Lake will probably be framed up in my camera while there, Jenny Lake too!
Our final national park visit before heading back east to Pennsylvania will be Glacier National Park. It is located in West Glacier, Montana. Glacier National Park is known as “Crown of the Continent.” It very well could be the crown jewel of the journey for us. It’s no mistaking that this national park is one of the most photographed of them all. I’ve heard that Going-to-the-Sun Road is a must do drive so that will be something we’ll motor on.
A 2 night stay at the grand Glacier Lodge in East Glacier, Montana will finish our epic, and probably historic journey to see, feel, experience the marvel, and photograph four of our Nation’s most beautiful natural wonders.
It’s said that some things come along only once in a lifetime. I hope that in this instance, it’ll be at least one or maybe two more times in a lifetime.
I never have made a decent video of myself playing guitar and singing. I have a very nice studio setup to do it but keep shying away from actually making it happen. Why?
I’m sure everyone’s heard of “imposter syndrome.” It’s that nagging feeling of self-doubt, like I don’t truly deserve to be where I am or that I’ll somehow be “found out” as an undeserving rookie at playing guitar and/or making photos. I’ve even sold a few photos here and there and played in several local bands that are and were quite popular.
But I still can’t shake the thought that maybe I just got lucky or don’t belong. It’s a common struggle, especially among high achievers, and it can creep in no matter how much experience or success you have.
The Nike slogan says “just do it.” But if I just do it will I do it in such a way that makes me feel like I didn’t “just do it?” I suppose there’s only one way to find out. Maybe today’s the day that I just do it!
Since the name of my blog is “Framing The Sound” and the purpose is to write about my attempt to merge photography and music I think I should elaborate a little more about what that means.
Music, specifically the acoustic guitar, has been a part of my life since childhood. One of my earliest memories of an acoustic guitar is seeing my father play. It’s probably one of only a handful of halfway pleasant memories I have from back then. He would sometimes have me or my brother hold a harmonica to his lips while he played. I guess the kind you buy in a music store weren’t widely available back then.
Photography is something that came along years after I picked up my first guitar. After graduating in 2006 with a degree in English Writing I got a job writing a weekly gardening column for a local newspaper and needed photos of garden related things, mostly flowers. About this same time I met a garden writer from Mississippi, Felder Rushing. He took his own photos and I thought if he can do it so could I.
My first guitar was a Sigma acoustic, Martin used to make them. That guitar went wherever I went, including on a submarine during my stint in the Navy. It now lives with my oldest son in Kentucky and he says it sounds and plays just as good if not better than any Martin guitar. I’m inclined to agree, but not entirely since I own and play a Martin D28 (which has always been the guitar I dreamt of owning).
My first “real” camera was a Sony Cyber-shot DSC H1. It was quite an expensive camera at that time, around $400. (My Sigma guitar cost about the same in 1973.) The Sony camera was great and took really nice photos, I didn’t know anything about photography when I first got it. After using the photos in more than a few gardening articles, I felt like photography was something I’d like to explore a little further. And that led to my present day journey of “Framing The Sound.”
It’s a journey I’m still learning to navigate. And I’m seeing sounds and hearing photographs that are urging me to combine and shape them into sounds and sights that you can see and hear too.
My father is first one from the left.Sony Cyber-shot DSC H1Last summer’s forgotten pepperSigma DR35, circa 1970s, if it could talk…! (Photo courtesy of Benjamin Conner)
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I’m certain there are worse things you could be told by your doctor and it’s not my intent to minimalize serious health conditions. My intent here then, is to cry in my beer!
I love donut holes, I get mine, well, used to get mine at the local Walmart. They’re bite size and you can choose glazed, plain, blueberry, and on occasion I’ve seen them with powdered sugar. I’ve not counted but there’s probably around 20 or 30 of the delicious little holes per package.
I trashed the last few that was left after I got home from seeing my doctor. I gave serious consideration to have just one more but decided against it.
There are other things that can contribute to high cholesterol, take my blood pressure medication…yes, they can make it worse. But I’m not going to stop taking my bp medicine. I have a plan that I know will help lower my high cholesterol.
Get off my ass and get out in nature! Exercise more! But unfortunately it’ll have to wait till warm weather returns. I can’t function outside during winter. So, I’m hoping the disappearance of donut holes will lower my cholesterol a little until I can tackle it with better armor this spring!
Red Bellied Woodpecker looking like it has high cholesterol.
Framing the Sound 
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