I know if I’ve said it once I’ve said it a thousand whatevers. Sunday is the day, man. I don’t know where the rest of you are but I’m in sunny Cali and it was perfect for cruising on my bike down by the beach. The waves had great form and this morning it was glass to the max. My favorite coffee stop, the Pannikin, home made scones, the LA Times, talk with my partner, and then back on my bike. Seagulls cry, the white volleyballs fly, and I lean back and cruise ‘cuz it’s Sunday, man.
I mentioned that I needed to reread Saul Alinsky’s Requiem but of course by the next day I realized that I was just wish-fulfilling. The title of his book is actually Rules for Radicals, published in 1971 a year before his death. I was just serving up a requiem of sorts when I Freudian slipped my own thoughts about what has been lost since the day when we actually used his techniques for social change. Like I said, it was late at night. The time where things slow down and I begin to wonder how the world g0t here from where we were?
is a familiar time. I’ve just finished reading another book, this one by Barry Eisler. It’s the latest in his series about John Rain, this one called Requiem for an Assassin. I guess I’m going to have to look up that word requiem because right now it’s resonating with Requiem for a Heavyweight which both Anthony Quinn and Jack Palance gave such meaning to. In this one Rain is forced out of retirement and into facing himself in order to save his one and (he thinks) only friend. But that’s enough about the plot. What intrigues me about this book is how it fits into the whole genre of thrillers who’s story line is about the failures of governments and politicians and our current and recurrent need to wage war to reach a peace.
As I was finishing this story, I had an epiphany. What if the people around the world who really do want peace without war decided to protest by simply stopping all unneccessary use of oil. I mean it. Walk to work, car pool for real, use public transportation, bike it, and any other means of protest that would bring this system of dependence and immature need to a halt. They could say they are doing it to fight terrorism. Wow, I need to go reread Saul Alinsky’s Requiem for a Radical.
getting up early while everyone is still asleep and going for a bike ride on streets that pass sibilant beneath my wheels.
Sundays are fine for taking the paper out on the porch under the shade of our elm tree and sitting and reading while the birds sing the neighbors awake.
Sundays are fine for watching basketball, for listening to blues at a beach side dance club, for whiling a way the time ’til Monday comes and its back to waiting for next Sunday.
I’m beginning to recognize that some of the features here are quite well laid out. As others have no doubt noticed, the change from blogger to here is somewhat startling. But I’m still in elementary school with my blogging so learning something new shouldn’t be that hard. Now for the subject of this blog which I brought over for the purpose of self training. It is a blog about memory, about nostalgia, about lessons that I should have learned but was too naive or blase or ignorant to get. It’s about going back and giving myself a second chance. And oh yeah, it’s about books.