Showing posts with label Einstein. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Einstein. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

The Do-Nothing Society


Danger.  Sheer Cliff.  Stay back.
Where I feel the election is heading.  
Last Saturday I did something.  Something I have never done before in my life.  I donated to a political party, the Democratic party (DNC), to be precise. 

I deplore that money seems to be so important in elections, but here we are in the real world. (The real world is seeming quite bizarre and alarming these days.)  In the real world, money can make a lot of difference in many arenas.

I donated money because I felt it was important to me to make a concrete statement about who I am firmly backing in the upcoming elections.  I am in favor of Mrs. Clinton for president, and now I have backed it up with my pocketbook.  I donated to the party because I also believe that the congressional elections are very important.

Others have presented the case for Mrs. Clinton far more eloquently than I can.  I simply believe that a vote for Mrs. Clinton is a vote for decency, stability, compassion, intelligence, and strength.

If you wish to argue against my choice, please make your argument on your own blog, not on this one.

Perhaps you are opposed to the DNC.   Instead, please consider the DNS – the Do-Nothing Society.  I have this proposal, written by my father in 2007.  I guess I am not eligible for membership.  Because I did something.


The Do-Nothing Society

If you desire freedom from work, this is for you. A group of men, content with languor, have formed The Do-Nothing Society [DNS].  If you are satisfied with inactivity of any kind you may be received into its fellowship.  All who sit on the porch just rocking and thinking are Do-Nothing eligible, more so if you just rock.  Energy conservation is a big thing now, and we think it our civic duty to cut back on work, all the way back.

The Do-Nothing-Society is not gender specific, though only males have joined so far.  Apparently the supply of good-for-nothing women is inadequate to meet the need.  The DNS is environmentally friendly, resolved never to scrub, wash, sweep, dry mop, wet mop, dust, or otherwise alter the natural order. All who abandon work, foreign or domestic, are welcome.  Do Nothing is committed to Equal Unemployment Opportunity (EUO), and is not sexist in the least.  We are interested in anyone who yearns for worklessness.

We have no card-carrying members.  Actually, none of us carries anything. In physics, work is mass times the distance through which it acts.  For example, if you have a fifty-pound sack on your shoulder, no work is performed unless you move.  Even Einstein agreed to this tenet of classical physics.  Albert Einstein daily trudged from his home on Mercer Street across campus to his Princeton University office.  Once, pausing to talk to a student, he forgot his direction and walked home.  Mrs. Einstein turned him around and sent him forth again.  Great minds think great thoughts, and are not stuck with petty details.

The Do-Nothing Society has developed a hypothesis more basic than Einstein's Relativity.  This teaches  (a) mass even if it doesn't move is work, and (b) motion even without mass is work. Thus, never joining mass with motion or motion with mass will eliminate work.  How to accomplish this is a detail, since the hypothesis is established.  The DNS thinks only great thoughts like Einstein.  This is a great thought.

Nothing in the DNS is organized.  It is purely a do-nothing happening: no dues, no dress-up, no committees, no speaker, no program, no bylaws, no planning and no purpose.  If you are of like mind or of no mind, or have nothing better to do, think about joining DNS.

I took a brave new step towards DNS when we came to [the retirement home].  Here, our meals are prepared for us, the lawn is mowed, snow is removed, and you don't need a driver's license.  A barber shop, bank, massage parlor, and movie theater are all on the premises.  To hear intelligent speakers on controversial subjects one need only walk to the auditorium; one need not get involved in the controversies.    To vote one need only don bedroom slippers on election day and a bathrobe and schlep to the room where they have brought all the voting machines.  [Partisan statement removed by the Common Household Mom.]

{written by my father on Oct 12, 2007}

Responses from the family:

Dear Dad,

Get off your lazy butt and get to work.  Be of use.

Please write a book, or at least a paper, or a letter to the editor of the NY Times, explaining our Founding Fathers’ take on religion.

- {my brother}

P.S. Where do I sign up for this Do-Nothing Society?


* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Dear Dad,

It must have taken you a lot of work to put together your proposal for The Do-Nothing Society.  Doesn't that make you ineligible for membership?

Love,
Carolyn

P.S.  I'd like to suggest this song for your Society Anthem:

TITLE: The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything
ARTIST: Mike Nawrocki
 [Veggie Tales]

{Refrain}
We are the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything
We just stay home and lie around
And if you ask us to do anything
We'll just tell you, we don't do anything

{etc.}


Liberty and reason are threatened

The world seems bizarre.
This is the "bizarre" setting on my camera.

A different bizarre camera setting.

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Travel Tips

Hibiscus, like the Dear Old Folks, still blooming despite
the onset of autumn.

This past weekend I went to the Old Folks’ Home.  I guess I am not supposed to call it that, but dammit, that’s what it is.  There are many pleasant things about this Old Folks’ Home, but parts of the visit are always difficult, and those are the parts I can’t tell you about. 

Here are some tips that I find helpful on any trip, but especially this one.


- Pack a survival kit

The essentials for this trip: alcohol and chocolate in
several different formats. Benadryl in case I have
to spend too much time in places I'm allergic to.


- Exercise your ability to set boundaries.

One of the great challenges of life is to remain compassionate
while also setting appropriate limits.


- Pray that you will be able to see the larger picture.  

Seeing the larger scene requires stepping back.



- If possible, bring pleasant, low-maintenance traveling companions.

Einstein brought a female traveling companion!  
Lady Liberty fights her way through the underbrush.

Einstein among the fallen.

- Don’t eat any poison berries.

Don't swallow what isn't good for you.


- Enjoy life’s colors wherever you see them.






- Look up sometimes.

In Maryland the trees were *just* starting to turn.


- Appreciate the trip home.
Oh, Pennsylvania, with your claim to the largest full-time
 legislature and yet no state budget for 100+ days,  with
your antiquated liquor laws, despite all your flaws,
my heart swells with love for you!
You are beautiful in your autumn glory.

This is what the road home looks like.  The PA Turnpike.

Saturday, September 12, 2015

Picnicking with Einstein and Dancing with God

Einstein inspects and stands on top of the s'mores ingredients

I have some friends who enjoy it when I bring my ScientistSqueeze Toy Pal* Einstein to events with me.  These friends organized a picnic together last weekend, and I brought Einstein along.  

Still life with Einstein, chips, giant ant sculpture, and diet lemonade

Einstein outside the playhouse.  Put three teenaged girls in there
and there's no room for Einstein.

Einstein enjoyed all the requisite wonderful picnicky foods: chips, burgers, fixings, watermelon, dirt pudding, apple pie nachos, s’mores.  We played badminton, cards, and Pictionary Telephone and had an all-around great time.  

Einstein tells the guys how to put the grill together

Testing to see if the grill is level

Oooh!  Lots of fire! But no nuclear fusion.  Fission?  I never
can remember which is which.

Mmmm!  Lots of burgers!


Einstein also got to supervise the guys putting together the grill and starting the fire.    Einstein is smart about that kind of stuff, although we used conventional charcoal for fuel, not nuclear reactions.

I only wish Einstein were smart enough to figure out how to solve the problems of the world, which seem overwhelming at the moment.  I guess that’s a little much to expect from a toy, even if it is Einstein.  Every night this week, when I prayed thanks for all God has given, I also prayed for a solution for all the people running away from or taking a stand against terror, war, poverty, racism, injustice, senseless violence.  And then the anniversary of Sep 11, 2001 on Friday: the still-raw tragedy of that day got smacked upside the head by the glee of attending a football game with the marching band.

It seems jarring to write about the deep sadness of the world in the midst of our own happiness and fun.  I don’t often write about these things, but I am nearly always thinking and praying about them.  It’s just that there are plenty of other people out there writing about them.  Besides, I have had the uncanny feeling that God is speaking to me through pop music this week.  You say “What?!”  and “Oy! Really?”  I think God is speaking specifically through the song Shut Up and Dance by Walk the Moon.

God is the woman in the song and the "I" is me. God says,

"Oh don't you dare look back.
Just keep your eyes on me."
I said, "You're holding back, "
She (God) says, "Shut up and dance with me!"
This woman (God) is my destiny
She says, "Ooh-ooh-hoo,
Shut up and dance with me."

I have to believe that The Divine weeps with us at the troubles of the world.  But at the very heart of things, if God’s creation is good, sometimes it’s right to just shut up and dance**, to have fun in the marching band, to go to a picnic with friends.  Near the end of that picnic, my two older children showed up unexpectedly from out of town.  (I was expecting them, but didn’t expect them at the picnic.)  My friends, despite not knowing my kids were coming, welcomed them with open arms. That was a blessing beyond measure.  My heart danced.



*Does that sound sleazy?  Well, it’s not like that.  My husband is my main and only squeeze.

** But before I danced, I made a donation in an attempt to help refugees.

Friday, July 31, 2015

Einstein on the Beach

Einstein,  trying to catch some rays.  But 7 AM,while the right time
 for Very Pale People to be on the beach, is too early to catch any rays.

The last time Einstein got to go anywhere was last fall,when I took him to the Old Folks Home.  Last week, at the last minute, I decided to take him with me on our beach vacation.  This meant that I had to explain to the extended family why I was taking so many photos of a squeeze toy in the shape of a prominent scientist.  My extended family prefers to not read my blog, and seeing me in action with Einstein only confirmed their reading preference.  Of course, their reading preference is wrong.

Here are some of the things that Einstein and I did at the beach.



Looking at a field of broken shells

Einstein examining a sand crab

Venturing into the surf

Einstein guards life on the empty beach

A seagull's footprints are bigger than Einstein's


My mom rented a house one block from this bakery.  There's
Einstein on the yellow picnic table.

Einstein chooses some sticky buns.  Yum!


Baby examines Einstein.
That baby nearly tore Einstein's head off.  It would not have been the first time that happened, but that's a story for another day.

Aren’t you glad this was not a post about the interminable Philip Glass opera, a work I have never seen, because I am not cultured or patient enough? 

It might have been good if this had been a post about the Counting Crows’ song, which I heard for the first time today, and thought was very good.  

"The world begins to disappear.
The worst things come from inside here."
- the Counting Crows