Sunday, August 07, 2005

Wind Rocks and metaphors

Recently I wrote a post titled no man owns the wind. I will add no man understands or should attempt to understand the wind. Some have said if my traveling companion is the wind what are you ?

There are some that think that I am a tree . However trees provide shade and they bend with the wind unless it is a hurricane. In a hurricane trees snap or fall.

I am a rock as I am dense and clueless. The Northwind blew cold and was gone. The wind comes from another direction and the Northwind raged. The Northwind likes to drift but ex[ects the rock to remain steady.

Wind is fickle and unpredictable and while I appreciate the breeze I never count on it. I am a rock unyielding dense and clueless but content with my lot.

There are better sorts and I need to move this boulder to the forrest. A rock in a windtunnel is not advantageous. Even rocks get worn down but I got swept away by the novelty. I can only be what I am and I am not and will never be more then a rock.

On a related note, now that I found decent books I will resume being a man of books.
I did enjoy my forays into the environment but with few exceptions the locals are fairly depressing. I do not understand the chip on the shoulder a few have towards intellectuals. It isn't hard to crack a book or two but this is not NYC and I understand that . People do not read Robert Spencer or Bat Yeor. The focus is on local gossip and real issues like paying bills and kids. I haven't the patience or inclination about local gossip but the other part is interesting.

Vermont is a different reality but I do not belong here. I belong in a stack of books and exchanging ideas with like minded folk.


Always On Watch said...

I apologize in advance for posting this comment as it has nothing whatsoever to do with your article.

G has left a comment well down in the comments. At the end of the comment to which I'm referring is a note which I'd like you to look over. Is G's note true?

I'm managing Social Sense for a few days while Mustang is unavailable.

Neptune said...

My Memories of Vermont.
One of my old High School pals was born in Bennington, Vermont.
His family moved to Virginia when he was about ten years old.
In 1986, we spent a couple of weeks in Vermont, visiting his cousins.
I remember the covered bridges. Because of the deep snows in Vermont, they built roofs over the bridges.
I remember that there are rocks everywhere. The ground is littered with thousands of rocks, from the size of a baseball to the size of a VolksWagen, leftover when the glaciers melted after the last Ice Age.
When the farmers cleared their fields they built stone walls around the field from the rocks from the fields.
In Bennington we met Bill Haynes, whose family owns a chain of furniture stores. In front of one of their stores, is the World's largest chair. The chair is built like a straight back wooden chair and is about 30 feet tall.
Also in Bennington is the Revolutionary War Monument. It is the second tallest obelisk in the USA (Maybe the World).
The Washington Monument is 555 feet tall. The Benningtin Monument is about 420 feet tall. Believe it or not, I actually climbed the stairs to the top.
From the observation deck, you can look out over Bennington and miles around.
The people there had never heard of Karo Syrup. A couple of other Southern staples that they had never tasted was Black-Eyed Peas and Corn Bread.
My friends Grandmother was a sweet old lady. When I got back to Virginia, I mailed her a Package of Corn Meal and and a package of Jack Rabbit Black-Eyed Peas. The packages have cooking instructions on them. About a week later, she phoned me and said that she had served Black-Eyed Peas and Corn Bread at a Sunday get together. She said everybody went wild over it. They started pestering the local grocers to stock Black-Eyed Peas.

unaha-closp said...

A modern hydro-electric powerstation can speed up or slow down in just 6 seconds. Coupling fickle wind power to existing hydro power allows consistant power sypply.

"When the wind blows the waters are still and when the wind stops the water moves."

Wintermute said...

Wow. That's a deep metaphor. It's kinda scary. I belong in a stack of books and exchanging ideas with like minded folk really says it all. but still, a great metaphor. Dense like a rock, I like it.

Anonymous said...

On rocks...


"[T]he Lord said to Peter, ‘On this rock I will build my Church, I have given you the keys of the kingdom of heaven [and] whatever you shall have bound or loosed on earth will be bound or loosed in heaven’ [Matt. 16:18–19]. . . .

Upon you, he says, I will build my Church; and I will give to you the keys, not to the Church; and whatever you shall have bound or you shall have loosed, not what they shall have bound or they shall have loosed" ( Modesty 21:9–10 [A.D. 220]).


Anonymous said...

On wind...

Hesiod, "Theogony"...

(ll. 378-382) And Eos bare to Astraeus the strong-hearted winds, brightening Zephyrus, and Boreas, headlong in his course, and Notus, -- a goddess mating in love with a god. And after these Erigenia (16) bare the star Eosphorus (Dawn-bringer), and the gleaming stars with which heaven is crowned.