Edward Hopper was an interesting find the other day. I was doing a search for Norman Rockwell images when Hopper’s name was given as a related search. Wikipedia calls him a ‘realist’, I would have said minimalist. Either way, I like him.

There’s a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons —
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes —
Heavenly Hurt, it gives us —
We can find no scar,
But internal difference,
Where the Meanings, are —
None may teach it — Any —
’Tis the Seal Despair —
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the Air —
When it comes, the Landscape listens —
Shadows — hold their breath —
When it goes, ’tis like the Distance
On the look of Death —
Emily Dickinson
One of the best movies of 2016 is at the Fleur cinema right now, the Lion. Saroo, a 5 year old boy in 1986 India gets separated from his impoverished family. He ends up 800 miles away on the other side of India near Calcutta. Mispronouncing his own name and slurring together the name of his town and the neighboring town, the few attempts to unite him and his family come to naught.
Months pass and it is now 1987. Saroo escapes the hell hole of an Indian orphanage when a kind Australian couple adopts him. He thrives in the loving and nurturing home of the Brierley’s. He graduates college but is triggered by various events to long for his biological family that he is unable to suppress. Google Earth is the new technology in 2006 that launches him into the search for his Indian family.
If ever a country exemplified “chaos theory”, it is India. Whether it is the delivery of lunch boxes in Mumbai or the randomness of life and death in Calcutta, Saroo’s survival on the subcontinent could be classified as a miracle or chance. Sue Brierley, Saroo’s adoptive mother looks at it as divine providence for the vision she had as a 12 year old to someday have a brown child.
Looking at the stark differences between the development of India and Australia, you realize the dysfunction of India is by design. The thought that came to my mind in the opening moments of the film, watching India’s teeming hordes of people, is that they are a commodity to the government and corporate leaders of India. No different than any non-living commodity. The difference being that the people of India are subject to unimaginable amounts of misery and suffering.
Indians are as hardworking as anyone else. Indians are as smart as anyone else. Yet for a large part of the people, India is a backwards hellhole. In some ways India didn’t progress until the English came, and that progress stopped when the English left. Australia progressed once the English came, and that progress never stopped. The government of Australia is not trying to hold it’s people down.
Normally a nation is like the 5 year old in the movie. It grows, gets stronger, smarter and more adept. It does not stay as helpless and pathetic for it’s entire life. Africa and India never progressed, except for the elites. It would almost seem harder to make time stand still then it would be to allow natural progression. But for some reason, many parts of the world do not wish their people to have opportunity.
Benevolent neglect would serve the people of India better than the oppression they are subjected to now. They would at least then stand a chance.
“India has the highest number of people below the international poverty line of $1.25 a day. India has the highest number of people living in conditions of slavery, 18 million, most of whom are in bonded labor. India has the largest number of child laborers under the age of 14 in the world with an estimated 12.6 million children engaged in hazardous occupations”. When humans are used and abused as a money making commodity, a stench seems to cover the land.
Welcome, sweet Christmas, blest be the morn
That Christ our Saviour was born!
Earth’s Redeemer, to save us from all danger,
And, as the Holy Record tells, born in a manger.
Then ring, ring, Christmas bells,
Till your sweet music o’er the kingdom swells,
To warn the people to respect the morn
That Christ their Saviour was born.
The snow was on the ground when Christ was born,
And the Virgin Mary His mother felt very forlorn
As she lay in a horse’s stall at a roadside inn,
Till Christ our Saviour was born to free us from sin.
Oh! think of the Virgin Mary as she lay
In a lowly stable on a bed of hay,
And angels watching O’er her till Christ was born,
Therefore all the people should respect Christmas morn.
The way to respect Christmas time
Is not by drinking whisky or wine,
But to sing praises to God on Christmas morn,
The time that Jesus Christ His Son was born;
Whom He sent into the world to save sinners from hell
And by believing in Him in heaven we’ll dwell;
Then blest be the morn that Christ was born,
Who can save us from hell, death, and scorn.
Then he warned, and respect the Saviour dear,
And treat with less respect the New Year,
And respect always the blessed morn
That Christ our Saviour was born.
For each new morn to the Christian is dear,
As well as the morn of the New Year,
And he thanks God for the light of each new morn.
Especially the morn that Christ was born.
Therefore, good people, be warned in time,
And on Christmas morn don’t get drunk with wine
But praise God above on Christmas morn,
Who sent His Son to save us from hell and scorn.
There the heavenly babe He lay
In a stall among a lot of hay,
While the Angel Host by Bethlehem
Sang a beautiful and heavenly anthem.
Christmas time ought to be held most dear,
Much more so than the New Year,
Because that’s the time that Christ was born,
Therefore respect Christmas morn.
And let the rich be kind to the poor,
And think of the hardships they do endure,
Who are neither clothed nor fed,
And Many without a blanket to their bed.
No brigadier throughout the year
So civic as the jay.
A neighbor and a warrior too,
With shrill felicity
Pursuing winds that censure us
A February day,
The brother of the universe
Was never blown away.
The snow and he are intimate;
I ‘ve often seen them play
When heaven looked upon us all
With such severity,
I felt apology were due
To an insulted sky,
Whose pompous frown was nutriment
To their temerity.
The pillow of this daring head
Is pungent evergreens;
His larder — terse and militant —
Unknown, refreshing things;
His character a tonic,
His future a dispute;
Unfair an immortality
That leaves this neighbor out.
Emily Dickinson
Interesting shoe. The lightest I have at 7.9 ounces. Beautiful morning for a test run. Saucony Kinvara fits tight on your feet. Every previous shoe I’ve ever had fits like a 9.5 American. This tight fit loosens up some with each mile. The snug fit is appreciated on corners especially, no perceived risk of sliding off your shoe base. You corner well. You also have to figure its going to expand a little with wear, like breaking in a new pair of gloves.
I hadn’t planned on getting a new pair of running shoes before winter, but when I saw these prior year shoes (Kinvara 7’s out now) on Amazon for $72.61, I couldn’t pass them up. A lightweight shoe is what I’m into. A Hoka One One Clayton purchase is planned for the spring. When you flip the shoe over and press on the heel with your thumb, it is definitely a firmer heel then the Clifton, Zante or Ghost. But then, few people have an actual ‘heel strike’. The rest of the sole is quite soft.
I’ll be curious to see how they feel as the miles accumulate. Right now it is a nice shoe, but the Clifton’s actually feel rejuvenating for your feet as you run. The Kinvara’s let you run forever! They are lightweight shoes built for running lots of miles! I also think the edge might go to the NB Zante for comfort ahead of the Kinvara. Also the New Balance supports American manufacturing more, though I’m not sure to what degree. I’m still searching for the shoe that takes 40 years off your legs.
[I ended up either throwing these away or giving them away. Hard and tight is not what you want for a running shoe. Ginger Runner on YouTube as an example just raves about Kinvara, all I can think is there’s a financial incentive. I’d be embarrassed to make something so bad. In over 20 pairs of running shoes its the only one that couldn’t get the size right, not to mention their sole was so hard it was a traction hazard.]
Purchased from Salk Trading, 172 Trade Street, Lexington, Kentucky 40511