Down the Hall on Your Left

This site is a blog about what has been coasting through my consciousness lately. The things I post will be reflections that I see of the world around me. You may not agree with me or like what I say. In either case – you’ll get over it and I can live with it if it makes you unhappy. Please feel free to leave comments if you wish . All postings are: copyright 2014 – 2021

Archive for the tag “Honesty”

Here’s Looking At You, Kid


I WAS WATCHING THE TODAY SHOW the other morning and I saw a most interesting story (Which is odd for the Today Show. Most of the time they present fluff, interspersed with even lighter fluff.) They did a short piece about the new big screen TVs that are now on the market.

It seems that while we are watching them – they are watching us.

They showed a new Samsung television as their example. The TV has a camera and microphone that enables it to take both visual and verbal commands. The catch is, that as it listens and it watches, it is recording as well and, according to the technical info on the TV says, that this recorded info will be transmitted to a third party.

If that’s a party I wasn’t invited.

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Some Days I Just Slap Myself Silly

Aeroflot airplaneGETTING THROUGH LIFE, or more specifically, getting through the Holiday Season can be quite difficult for some people. It is a time when loneliness can become quite palpable. The longest night of the year comes right before Christmas.  People look back over the successes and failures in the year and in their life.

But for others this season is the best time of the entire year. Why is it so much better for some people than for others? I think it all has to do with Attitude. A person can be in the direst of circumstances and have a positive attitude that helps carry them through.

Let me tell you about such a person – a friend of mine.

When I was living in California I had the pleasure of meeting a young man named Ernesto. Ernesto always seemed to be happy and to exhibit a truly positive outlook. Ernesto was a refugee from Cuba.

I asked him to tell me his story.

In Cuba, Ernesto had been an English teacher. He taught classes in schools and to government workers who needed English fluency. Ernesto also wanted to leave Cuba and come to the United States, but he knew that he was considered too valuable to be permitted to emigrate. He didn’t give up his dream, he had a plan.

After having worked diligently for several years without a break Ernesto sought permission to take a vacation – perhaps a vacation overseas. His wish was granted. He was allowed to fly off on vacation to sunny and carefree Moscow, Russia. Not despairing, Ernesto packed his cold weather gear and took off.

He noticed that his flight had a brief stop-over in Sweden.

When his plane landed in Stockholm Ernesto got off the plane and immediately asked for political asylum. Sweden in winter is not exactly Malibu.

To get political asylum in Sweden is not a quick and easy thing. There had to be an investigation and hearings first. It would take time and in the meanwhile Ernesto was sent to a Swedish prison. He was held there for a year – with a cellmate – who was a triple murderer.

When I expressed shock at this Ernesto assured me that he felt quite safe – after all, his cellmate only killed members of his family, not strangers.

After a year’s worth of hearings to determine whether Ernesto could stay the Swedish government decided – No. Ernesto would have to go back to Cuba.

Ernesto pleaded his case again and, while not changing their verdict, the Swedes came up with a solution. When they shipped Ernesto back to Cuba, they put him on a flight that had a stop-over in Puerto Rico. They figured that since he had been able to slip off of the plane in Sweden he should be able to do it again in San Juan. Never giving up hope, when his flight touched down on U.S. soil, Ernesto again asked for political asylum. This time he was incarcerated for only six months while his case was investigated.

After planning for a number of years and being imprisoned for about 18 months in two different countries, Ernesto was, at last, admitted to the United States.

Ernesto said that he never gave up hope, despite every delay and uncertainty. He had his goal and he kept his positive attitude intact.

When I met Ernesto he had a steady job and, after less than five years in this country, he was buying a house.

Ernesto was an incredibly brave young man. He left everything and everyone in his life behind to pursue his dream. He had the best positive attitude toward life of anyone I’ve ever known.

Whenever I get down about anything in my life I think about Ernesto and I intellectually slap myself silly. No matter what I am facing it is NOTHING compared to what my friend Ernesto had to endure.

Have a good day and, when the world gets to you, remember Ernesto.

And the Winner of the Transparent Ribbon is…

RibbonsI suppose that no matter what I write about and post here someone will be unhappy about it. I can live with that, but apparently others cannot. That, as I am wont to say, is their problem. I see no need for them to try to make it mine.

When I started this blog, more for my own amusement than anything else, I stated that it will consist of whatever coasts across my mind. Many things do waft by, but if I wrote about all of them I would need a personal secretary, a bottomless coffee pot, and some serious bandwidth. Since I have none of those things I must pick and choose what will show up here. I tend to select those things that amuse or amaze me. I choose to avoid the things that sadden or anger me. I have enough stomach acid. I don’t need any more.

The reason I bring this up is that this morning someone said to me that I should use my blog to express anger and outrage about the various issues that upset him and should upset me. When I suggested, politely I reassure you, that he should start his own blog, he said that he was too busy and didn’t have the time.

This is the same person I see always decked out with various colored ribbons to express their concern for a multitude of causes. When I suggested that, to me, it seems that he is more concerned with having the appearance of caring rather than actually caring for real. His ribbons are worn to impress other ribbon wearers, and to make him feel superior to those without ribbons, not to actually do something. After all, he is too busy.

I suppose that I could have gotten nasty and bluntly told him to mind his own business and to have a nice day being a hypocrite.  I didn’t because he already knows, deep down, that he is a hypocrite and he must be used to having people telling him to piss off. After a while even the sharpest thrown rock doesn’t have as much impact.

In what was supposed to be a rebuttal, he announced that he has never actually read anything I have posted on this blog. I can live with that too. I am also too busy – to care about ninnies like him.

Maybe I should pin a ribbon to my shirt? Perhaps a nice clear ribbon so that everyone will know that I care about transparent jackasses more than they do. Just thinking about it I’m already feeling better about myself -superior, even.

And now we return you to our regularly scheduled broadcast.

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