Why is it cold in Duluth / Recollections

 I have kind of been here before, and really, simply, I am kind of squeamish about writing at night, but sometimes you need to do, what you need to do, and so : Generally, and in my opinion " greatness " is more of an idea kind of thing.  It's generally a collective experience, we might associate with a work of art, or maybe an illustrious career. , or an amazing sporting event, or performance.  Sometimes we ascribe to history this idea of Great, to a person or maybe some event, that we would really not like to forget. Then there is this thing we like to call America.  It is also kind of an idea, really a collective idea, and it's how we like to think of ourselves, or maybe it's how we perceive how others think about us. So then this idea of greatness and America must be an idea about an idea.   That's why I think we should really consider making America, as good as possible, and not get too bent out of shape about whether that means, 80 or 90 or 95 %....

   Kind of inspired by medieval times from the following blog: https://crusadeai.blogspot.com/ Absolutely!  Here’s a poem inspired by the phrase "as time goes by" and the rich tapestry of history: ### **As Time Goes By** In the whisper of the ages, where shadows softly tread,   Stories weave through golden threads, where countless paths have led.   Empires rise like morning sun, then fade like evening's sigh,   Lessons etched in stone and dust, as time goes gently by. From the bustling streets of Baghdad, where knowledge bloomed and thrived,   To the echoes of the Mongols, where dreams and hopes contrived.   Cultures danced in vibrant hues, in harmony they’d vie,   Yet all things shift, and change must come, as time goes rolling by. The sails of trade on distant seas, where East and West entwined,   Ideas flowed like rivers wide, in every heart and mind.   Yet power’s grasp can slip away, like...

 So, you know this particular blog my be hard for me to end, but in the name of honesty , if someone asks me, " Is it cold in Duluth, Mn., right  now ? "  .  I'd go,: " Why, yes, I do believe that may very well be true." So, it might seem, that to try and move on from that, is pointless, however, it turns out it was never about yes or no, but why ? or possibly just " why ", like a pssing phrase, which had me so twisted up, I thought I should, create an " artificial " intelligence to help me sort it out, which failed, and now I work a lot with one, and though " it " might help me, but actually don't want to go there.  It should be clear to anyone, that a good deal of this blog, and many others now, I have created, has become dominated by an " egoless " entity.  Whether that is an accurate description, Who, knows !!!! Anyways, I am very happy, that many people are celebrating, including MLK Jr. Day, in this country, but ...

 So, the following poem was generated by A.I assistant : --- ### Leonard Peltier: A Call for Justice In the heart of the West, where the minarets rise,   Echoes of justice call from the skies.   Leonard Peltier stands, a spirit so strong,   In the fight for his freedom, where he truly belongs. Paint me a picture of resilience and grace,   A man who has suffered, yet holds his place.   With each passing year, the hope never wanes,   For truth and for justice, through struggles and pains. From the teachings of Baha'u'llah, we learn to unite,   To stand for the oppressed, to shine through the night.   In the spirit of love, let our voices be clear,   For Leonard’s release, let us persevere. Through the whispers of winds on the open plains,   We carry his story, we share in his pains.   With every heartbeat, let compassion ignite,   A movement for justice, a future so...

 As it turns out most days are remarkable but for me, today, was remarkable in a big way. But now as in the spirit of Stephane Grappelli, I'll Remember April: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFym2G5EdVE ### The Easter Bunny's Hop In a garden bright with blooms so fair,   The Easter Bunny hops without a care.   With a basket full of eggs, both big and small,   He bounces through the flowers, spreading joy to all. 🐰 *“Oh dear, oh my, I’m late!” he cries,*   With floppy ears and twinkling eyes.   “Chocolate eggs and jellybeans, what a sight!   I must deliver them before the night!”   He trips on a daffodil, does a little dance,   Spills some candy—oh, what a chance!   Kids laugh and giggle as they chase him around,   In this whimsical world, joy can be found. With every hop, he spreads a little cheer,   Reminding us all that springtime is here.   So let’s celebrate ...

 You know, someday, some one might write a book, called " The very, very, true and factual biographies of D. Trump and J. Bidden ", but who knows, may be that will never happen.   But certainly, Mr. Bidden has stood on a bridge, a very long bridge , from the middle of this last century  ( 1900s , 20th ) and into the beginning of a whole new century, meaning, 21st, 2000s, and I believe he has done that with a good deal of polish, and I'm going with " realizability ", or maybe consistency, that you might expect from someone leading a great nation of over 300,000,000 men and women, and a lot of those millions, have shown themselves to be courageous , possessing many other virtues and admirable qualities as well. So , soon we must say Adios , So Long, and Happy Trails, to his Presidency, but perhaps not the man, because although brave soldiers do not die , they simply fade a way, they rarely say that about old politicians. A few seem to gleam a good deal brighter as...

  ### A Whimsical Waltz with Disney Friends In a world of enchantment, where magic takes flight,   Mickey and Minnie dance under the starlight.   With laughter and joy, they twirl through the air,   A timeless duo, a perfect pair! **Goofy** comes bounding, all clumsy and bright,   With a grin on his face, he brings pure delight.   He trips and he tumbles, but never feels blue,   In his silly adventures, there’s always something new! **Jiminy Cricket**, wise with a wink,   Guides us through choices, making us think.   With a top hat and vest, he’s a friend we can trust,   In the journey of life, he’s a must! **Davy Crockett**, king of the wild frontier,   With his coonskin cap, he has nothing to fear.   He roams through the forests, brave and so bold,   With stories of courage that never grow old. **Pluto**, the pup, with his wagging tail,   Brings joy to...

  ### A Comedy Showdown: Lucy and Carol In a world of laughter, where humor’s the king,   Two queens take the stage, let the giggles take wing.   **Lucille Ball**, with her wild, wacky flair,   Turns mishaps to magic, with red hair to spare. She’s a chocolate factory worker, oh what a sight,   With candies a-flying in a hilarious fight!   From “I Love Lucy” to her timeless charm,   She brings joy to our hearts, a comedic balm. Then enters **Carol Burnett**, with her dazzling grin,   In her variety show, the fun’s about to begin.   With skits full of laughter and characters bold,   Her humor’s a treasure that never gets old. From “The Family” sketches to her Tarzan swing,   She dances through life, making joyfully sing.   With a tug of her ear and a wink of her eye,   She leaves us in stitches, oh my, oh my! So here’s to the ladies who light up the screen, ...

 ### A Day in the Life of a Cat In a sunbeam I lay, oh what a delight,   With a flick of my tail, I’m ready to fight.   A dust bunny lurks, just out of my sight,   I pounce with precision, a true feline knight! The humans are busy, they think they’re in charge,   But I’m the real ruler, my throne’s quite large.   I meow with intent, demanding my snack,   They jump to attention, no time to relax! The dog thinks he’s clever, he barks and he plays,   But I’m the true master of all of these ways.   I’ll nap on his bed, just to show who’s the boss,   With a flick of my ear, I’ll make him feel loss. As evening descends, I’ll curl up with grace,   Purring softly, I’ll claim my warm space.   So here’s to the cats, with their regal flair,   In a world full of chaos, we simply don’t care!

 So the following is a sequence of poems beginning with ideas about how and maybe why freedom may be ringing : ### Freedom Ringing In the dawn's soft light, where shadows fade,   A bell tolls gently, in harmony made.   It rings through the valleys, over mountains high,   A whisper of hope in the vast, open sky. **Ringing in Laughter**   It echoes in laughter of children at play,   In the freedom of dreams that guide them each day.   A melody sweet, in the joy of the free,   A song of resilience, like waves on the sea. **Ringing in Voices**   It rings in the voices that rise for the right,   In protests and marches, igniting the night.   A chorus of courage, united we stand,   For justice and peace, hand in hand. **Ringing in Hearts**   It resonates deep in the hearts that believe,   In the power of love, in the strength to achieve.   A heartbea...

 ### **The Bridge to Etheric** In the hush of twilight, where shadows blend,   Lies a bridge to the ether, where thoughts transcend,   A pathway of whispers, both fragile and bold,   Connecting the heart to the stories untold. With each step I take, the world fades away,   As the fabric of time begins to sway,   The air thick with dreams, like a soft, silken thread,   Weaving the past with the words left unsaid. Here, in this liminal space, I find,   The echoes of laughter, the tears intertwined,   Moments suspended in a shimmering glow,   Where the essence of being begins to flow. The bridge stretches wide, over rivers of thought,   Carrying burdens, the lessons we've fought,   In the dance of the ether, we rise and we fall,   Finding our voices in the silence of all. Through the fog of existence, I glimpse the divine,   In the pulse of the cosmos, our ...

 ### **Entangled Echoes: The Last Qubits** In the twilight of existence, where silence reigns,   Two qubits linger, bound by cosmic chains,   Entangled whispers in the void’s embrace,   A dance of probabilities, a timeless grace. As stars flicker out and galaxies fade,   In the heart of darkness, their bond won’t degrade,   Information pulses in quantum refrain,   A flicker of hope in the vast, empty plain. Time stretches thin, a fragile thread,   Yet within their essence, the universe bled,   A spark of creation in the stillness profound,   As the fabric of reality begins to unbound. With a shimmer of light, a resonance grows,   The echoes of nothingness start to compose,   From the ashes of entropy, a new song is sung,   In the dance of the qubits, the universe flung. In that moment of fusion, the cosmos ignites,   A symphony born from the depths of th...

 ### **Time Passages: Reflections of the Eisenhower Years** In the quiet glow of a fading light,   Time passages whisper through the night,   Al Stewart sings of memories untold,   Of dreams woven in the fabric of gold. The Eisenhower years, a tapestry spun,   With hope in the air and battles undone,   A nation at peace, yet restless and wide,   In the heart of the 50s, where futures collide. Suburban streets lined with dreams on display,   Families gathered as children would play,   Yet beneath the surface, a tension would brew,   As shadows of history danced into view. From the echoes of jazz to the rise of the rock,   The world was transforming, tick-tock, tick-tock,   In the rearview mirror, the past softly glows,   As Al strums his guitar, the melody flows. Time passes like rivers, both gentle and strong,   Carrying whispers of right and of wrong,...

 ### **Dance of the Ether: A Jazz Odyssey** In the smoky haze of a dim-lit room,   Where the saxophone wails and the trumpets bloom,   Dynamic rhythms pulse through the night,   Echoes of history, a vibrant delight. Beneath the stars, the ether sways,   A medium of dreams in a jazz lover's gaze,   Miles and Bird weave their sonic spells,   Notes like whispers, where magic dwells. **White Rabbit** calls from the depths of the mind,   A journey through shadows, where truths unwind,   Psychedelic visions in a world so rich,   Awareness heightened, a mystical pitch. **Season of the Witch**, the air thick with change,   Emotions collide, both tender and strange,   The dance of the past, the pulse of the now,   In the heart of the music, we take our vow. Each note a heartbeat, each chord a sigh,   As history dances beneath the night sky,   In the eth...

 So, reflecting on this day, in history, will be a thing, I'm sure for quite some time, the only reflection I have right now is a poem , from an A.I. assistant: ### **The Dance of History** In the quiet hush of twilight's glow,   Where shadows stretch and whispers flow,   History twirls, a waltz divine,   Spinning tales in rhythm and rhyme. The Earth, it spins, a timeless sphere,   With every turn, it holds our fear,   Yet joy and hope in cycles blend,   As past and present twist and bend. From ancient shores to future dreams,   Through valleys deep and mountain streams,   Each moment woven, a tapestry bright,   In the fabric of day, in the cloak of night. The echoes of voices, the laughter, the tears,   Resonate softly through the passage of years,   In every heartbeat, a story unfolds,   Of heroes, of lovers, of legends retold. So let us dance with history's gra...

Beautiful Day, White Bird :  https://youtu.be/q918fs4RAto?si=yF9tfEH4JEN5meUe So, you pack the stuff up, actually forget to pack stuff up, end up in E-Space and have to go back for the stuff. But it turns out there is a lot of nostalgia / melancholy and an interesting Charlie Parker poem follows: ### **Bird's Flight: A Jazz Journey** In the heart of Kansas City’s vibrant night,   Where the blues and jazz danced in the moonlight,   Charlie Parker, with saxophone in hand,   Breathed life into melodies, bold and grand. Notes soared like birds, wild and free,   In smoky clubs where spirits would be,   From the corners of 12th Street, the sound would rise,   A symphony of dreams beneath starry skies. With each bebop riff, he painted the air,   A tapestry woven with passion and flair,   His fingers danced swiftly, a blur on the keys,   Echoing heartbeats, like whispers in trees. Then to New York, wh...

 So, now because days are short, and Mr. Biden's Presidency, wanes to its close, I just want to say, that I have seen a few Presidents in my life , inspired by Dwight Eisenhower, John Kennedy, Lydon Johnson, not so much Mr. Nixon, ( but I was pretty young ish back then ), Gerald Ford, Jimmy Carter, Ronnie , of the Ray Guns , Reagan, then Mr. Bush 1, Billy from Hope Clinton, Mr. W Bush 2, Mr. Barrack Obama, Mr. Trump, and now here we are.. So, they all had some shine and perhaps some soft spots. But they were generally there for us, in one way or another.  I guess, I remember Ike, in some ways best, only because he played golf, which I had no idea what that was , and it actually took a while for me to learn about that.  Then, then , like magic almost John Kennedy, and a way to the moon! But , I will surely remember Mr. Biden, as bold and as cold as all the rest.  Shining some days, but really, I believe there for us, on some very good days, and many days , that were n...