Fire In The Sky

It’s been quite a crazy year, this 2020.

We’ve got the Global COVID Pandemic, over 7,000 wild fires in the Western US so far, and sequester life and distance learning and so much wrapped up in between.

A weird year filled with uncertainty and many unsettling things.

Here in the San Francisco Bay Area where fires are burning on three sides it seems, the sky was gray, then later dark orange-red.

The kids were saying it was something like a movie maybe, living on Mars.

SURREAL.

Looking out into the strange orange hue, I can’t help but think, “Carry On.” “Keep going. Do what you can. Stay connected. Don’t give up.”

Even as there is fire in the sky waiting to rain down, PERSEVERE.

Do what you have to do to adjust and protect yourself and your people. And don’t let up. PERSEVERE.

Through the pandemic and challenges at work and home, enduring fire from the sky, the orange red time of many unknowns, PERSEVERE.

Lyrics Post: “Candela”

Quite a risque song, if you find the translation. Or better yet, check out the Youtube video at the end, with the English translation embedded. Listen and enjoy the song, the beat, the performance, the play.

Ay candela, candela
Candela, me quemo aé
Ay candela, candela
Candela, me quemo aé

Puso un baile un jutía para una gran diversión
De timbalero un ratón que alegraba el campo un día
Un gato también venía elegante y placentero
“Buenas noches, compañero,” siempre dijo así el timbal

“Para alguien aquí poder tocar para descansar un poco
Salió el ratón medio loco también voy a descansar”
Y el gato en su buen bailar, bailaba un danzón liviano
El ratón se subió al guano y dice bien placentero
“Y ahora si quieren bailar, búsquense otro timbalero”

Ay candela, candela
Candela, me quemó aé
Ay candela, candela
Candela, me quemó aé

Ay candela, candela
Candela, me quemó aé
Oye, Faustino Orama’ y sus compañeros
Necesito que me apaguen el fuego

Ay candela, candela
Candela, me quemó aé
Margarita llama pronto a los bomberos
Para que vengan a apagar el fuego

Ay candela, candela
Candela, me quemó aé
Oye, si estás perdida llama a los siete ceros
Y así vendrán más pronto los bomberos

Ay candela, candela
Candela, me quemó aé
Ay candela, candela
Candela, me quemo aé, mamá

Ay candela, candela
Candela, me quemó aé

Ay candela, candela
Candela, me quemó aé

Ay candela, candela
Candela, me quemó aé

Me quemó aé
Me quemó aé

Tilán, tilán (me quemó aé)
Didilán, didilán (me quemó aé)
Tilán, tilán (me quemó aé)
Didilán, didilán, didilán (me quemó aé)

Tilán, tilán (me quemó aé)
Didilán, didilán, didilán (me quemó aé)
Tilán, tilán (me quemó aé)
Didilán, didilán, didilán (me quemó aé)

Margarita que me quemo, yo quiero seguir gozando
La candela me está llevando, me gusta seguir guarachando
Esta tarde venimo’ acabando, como quiera venimo’ tocando
La mujer cuando se agacha, se le abre el entendimiento

La mujer cuando se agacha, se le abre el entendimiento
Y el hombre cuando la mira, se le para el pensamiento
De ti me gusta una cosa sin que me cueste trabajo
De ti me gusta una cosa sin que me cueste trabajo

De la barriga pa’ arriba, de la cintura pa’ abajo
Mira se quema, se quema, mamá, mira se quema, se quema, oye
Mira mamá que me quema, mira llama pronto a los bomberos
Para que vengan a apagar el fuego, mira que el fuego me está quemando

Y yo quiero seguir guarachando, mira se quema Báyamo
Mira que Songo está que arde, mira se quema La Maya
Mira ese pito que suena, Malaguën está que corta mamá
Santiago de Cuba está que te mete en llamas se quema, se quema, se quema, oye

Mira me quemo, me quemo, mira que me quemo, oye, yo quiero seguir guarachando
Mira mamá que yo vengo quemando, Faustino Orama’ tú está acabando
Mira se quema, se quema pero mira mi mami se quema, oye se quema, se quema

Youtube, Buena Vista Social Club, Live in Amsterdam:

So Many Messages, One Purpose

There are so many ways, so many takes, but in the end just one purpose, I think: EQUALITY.

After 400 years a society, and almost 250 years a country, let it be so: that all people are equal and should be treated as such.

These names come to mind: Tommie Smith, John Carlos, Harry Edwards, Bill Walsh, Al Davis, Phil Woolpert, Horace Stoneham, Colin Kaepernick, Steve Kerr, Kyle Shanahan, Gabe Kapler, Evander Kane,…and…

George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Atatiana Jefferson, Aura Rosser, Stephon Clark, Botham Jean, Philando Castille, Alton Sterling, Michelle Cusseaux, Freddie Gray, Janisha Fonville, Eric Garner, Akai Gurley, Gabriella Nevarez, Tamir Rice, Michael Brown, Tanisha Anderson, to name a few. These names? Those names of African-Americans who have been killed by police officers.

Some of these words on the backs of some NBA players’ jerseys as their teams compete in the playoffs.

“Say Their Names.”

“Love Us.”

Elevate the Voices That Need To Be Heard.

Brown Lives Matter.

“Enough.”

“Stand Up.”

“Black Lives Matter.”

“BLACK LIVES MATTER.”

Let your elected officials know what you. Let them know they are accountable for making society worse for all people.

ALL PEOPLE.

Say Their Names: https://interactive.aljazeera.com/aje/2020/know-their-names/index.html

Can I Get A Like? THANK YOU~

I’ve been at this social media thing for a while…Twitter, Facebook, Insta, and this blog.

FB I see as a personal network. The rest, and for sure, FOR SURE this blog —

my voice to the world. And so to increase the good this voice can do in the world,

I’m slowly adapting to the social media platform practices including,

Asking for Likes, Comments, Etc.

The engagement is what I’m here for, as the engagement furthers the voice.

Let’s lead the way, you and me, what da ya say?

Let’s you and me further the good, and so, can I please get a Like?

THANK YOU!

Back At It

A little longer stretch, a little gentler start as we kick back into the “new normal” after the three-day weekend capped by the Labor Day holiday. The kids back to distance learning. The adults back to work-from-home. Easy does it.

I think about the riders in the Tour de France, entering their second week of the three-week race. They’re racing a 170 km on Tuesday. Their already in one of the biggest, longest, most grueling races in the world. A Grinder, to be sure. Add COVID protocols, all the more challenging. It’s been a tough race so far, with plenty of crashes, and some riders already crashing out.

So when I think about heading back to work, to the daily grind here at home…well, while it’s all relative, I, we’ve got it pretty good. Help ourselves start the day with the right attitude. Help the kids do the same. Stay hydrated. Stay invigorated.

Now, if these fires in the area would subside, and the heat-wave would break…then I might call it…wait for it…it’s really no surprise…GOOD.

Labor Day

The late 19th Century saw the labor movement gain ground. As the turn of the century approached the movement spurred popular support to such degree that national, and international holidays were established to recognize and celebrate workers around the world.

During this same time more reasonable norms were established for number of working hours, and improvement of working conditions in some parts of the world as well.

This work for fair pay, safe conditions, and reasonable parameters otherwise is not complete. The movement must continue, and spread further now to more of the developing world where populations of workers still do not have basic rights and safe and reasonable conditions.

In the United States we celebrate Labor Day on the first Monday in September. In many other parts of the world they celebrate May 1 as Labor Day. Whichever the day, the cause is the same.

More than a century later, let us still Honor Labor. Not only that, let us demand safety, equity, and respect for workers everywhere.

I don’t mean to bug you, but I do mean to elevate the voices that need to be heard.

Let’s say it again:

HONOR LABOR.

It Seems Simple

These simple words from Francis seem to sum things up pretty well, to me.

During these especially crazy times with so many variables in play, I find myself drawn to these simple ideas: interconnectedness, solidarity, mutual support and empathy, compromise for the common good.

Pandemic, social unrest, political turmoil, economic uncertainty…one by one we’ll handle what comes our way.

Together.

Simple Blessings

Friday night, front end of the three-day holiday weekend.

Everybody ready for bed by eight in the evening, relaxing, screens fired up, and kids winding down.

Room lighting just so, a fan blowing gently behind me, easy breeze, hum, glow from the screen on the wall delivering food network fun, light, soft-brain goodness. What’s on? “Diners, Drive-In’s, and Dives.”

That’s about it.

Brain slowing, blood pressure easing up, sleep soon on the way. And up ahead? Well, nothing but home time and family time for the weekend.

Simple. GOOD.

Thanks, Guy.

Guy F., (Right), “Diners, Drive-In’s, & Dives.” Food Network

Lists Inspired

We can find inspiration everywhere, really. Some people, like me, find power and energy in reminders, lists of things that specify what we think, strive for, believe.

One list.

The list above? Not even sure where I found it. Nonetheless, it’s a good collection of things to strive for; these things, well-practiced, might just make life a little better.

Then there’s “Desiderata”. It was in my house growing up. I recall this wood plaque on the wall in my parents’ house. I looked at that thing for years thinking it was too lofty for me. As the decades have gone by the words ring more and more true.

Then of course there are our to-do lists. On notepads or post-it’s or digital of any variety, lists help keep us focused, on-track.

Whatever the type, whether lofty or mundane, allow the list to speak, to inspire you. Sometimes it will be that very list that gets you through the hour, the day, inspired.

Another List: “Desiderata”

Lyrics Post: “Everyday Glory”

You might be thinking, “RUSH must be this guy’s pandemic band…” not so.

In fact, this band has buoyed me for the better part of my life. Here’s another great lyric from a more recent tune by these guys, so true, seeking every day glory.

Enjoy.

“In the house where nobody laughs

And nobody sleeps

In the house where love lies dying

And the shadows creep

A little girl hides shaking

With her hands on her ears

Pushing back the tears

‘Til the pain disappears

Mama says some ugly words

Daddy pounds the wall

They can fight about their little girl later

Right now they don’t care at all

No matter what they say…

No matter what they say…

No matter what they say…

No matter what they say…

Everyday people

Everyday shame

Everyday promise shot down in flames

Everyday sunrise

Another everyday story

Rise from the ashes and blaze

In everyday glory

In the city where nobody smiles

And nobody dreams

In the city where desperation

Drives the bored to extremes

Just one spark of decency

Against a starless night

One glow of hope and dignity

A child can follow the light

No matter what they say…

No matter what they say…

No matter what they say…

No matter what they say…

Everyday people

Everyday shame

Everyday promise shot down in flames

Everyday sunrise

Another everyday story

Rise from the ashes and blaze

In everyday glory

If the future’s looking dark

We’re the ones who have to shine

If there’s no one in control

We’re the ones who draw the line

Though we live in trying times

We’re the ones who have to try

Though we know that time has wings

We’re the ones who have to fly…”

Writer(s): Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson, Neil Peart