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A Marine Passes

A Marine Passes

At 1:58 am on 15 May, 2017 an American Marine passed on. To some that man was and will always be, more than a Marine.

Being a United States Marine didn’t define what the man was. Being a Marine was a part of what made up the whole man.

The man had a tough go before the irony that is the illness that eventually took his life got him. Irony in abundance. He fought the good fight with dignity and grace. Never gave up. I’m sure he thought of it as we all would in that situation. He carried on out of a love of life and family. The duty he believed was owed to himself and his family.

No one would have faulted him had he chose to move along to the next plain of his own volition. He endured that much. He cared that much to soldier on.

This man was given the last rites in Vietnam. He was subjected to derision at the very least for having gone to Vietnam when he returned home. He came home with issues and worked on those issues.

Much later on in life, he was stricken with cancer and the belief is that “Agent Orange” was the culprit. There’s your irony. It took his own country to do what the enemy couldn’t.

A number of years ago that man and I were out somewhere when I was down in Rhode Island working out some of my own issues. I do remember it was winter and damn cold.

We were walking up to the door after getting home and I asked him, “Knowing what you know, would you do it again”. This is one of those you had to be there moments. The man knew my question didn’t come out of anything but interest in how he felt and what he thought.

“Knowing what you know, would you do it again” and the reply was, “My country called”.

Not another word was spoken between us. We both knew and understood what was in the answer.

Three words made up a “you had to be there” moment. I cannot convey everything that was in those three words. You had to see the man when he said, “My country called”. I could tell you about it so you could see and understand. I can’t write what I saw that day because no amount of words is going to be able to describe that moment properly.

I spoke of that moment a couple times with people in conversation because it fit with what we were talking about. I never told anyone about this encounter that is close to the man. The conversation was between him and me and except for those few instances, that is where it stayed.

Toughest man I ever knew. One of the best men I’ve ever known too.

Semper Fi, definitely. Character, absolutely.

Francis “Frank” Connors is survived by my cousin Karen, son Eli, daughters Shannon, Sandra and Michelle. Grandchildren, more family, others who love him and by what is now, a grateful nation.

Gary Hambley, May 15, 2017

Were You Me – Lyric

Were You Me

Lyric

Watching out the window on a cloudy day
Caught up in all those billows shifting shapes
Faces through my ages floating in grey space
There’s so little that’s left out in front
There’s so much that got left behind
Got more that keeps hanging on

Were I you and you me
          It’d all be so much easier to see
Were I you and you me
          I wouldn’t have to make you believe

Watching out this window could take all day
Caught up in all that gave me my shape
Faces of some, only the name remains in place
Why even worry about what’s in front
Why would it matter if it bites my behind
Don’t need more to keep hanging on

Were I you and you me
          It’d all be so much easier to see
Were I you and you me
          I wouldn’t have to make you believe

Watching out that window took all day
Caught up in what needs put in shape
Faces, could manage one more with grace
When you can find someone up front
When it matters you can leave behind
Finding there’s so much life to hang on

Were I you and you me
          It’d all be so much easier to see
Were I you and you me
          I wouldn’t have to make you believe
Were I you and you me
          You’d know it don’t end until the day you leave

G.R. Hambley ©
May 13, 2017

Heartless

Heartless

It begins again in confusion
Some kind of grand illusion
Where it ends there’s no real telling
It’ll come without warning
I’ll be gone
leaving you quietly wondering
So why we starting this story?

It carries on in its fashion
Some nights of grand passion
When it ends there’s no real telling
It’ll come some morning
I’ll be gone
leaving you quietly crying
So why we turning this page?

It fails with a head on collision
Some words of persuasion
Why it ends is because it’s suffocating
It’ll come without you ever believing
I’ll be gone
leaving you quietly hating
So why we playing this romance novel?

I’m gone and… you’re crying
I’m gone and… you’re wondering
I’m gone and… you’re hating
I’m gone and… you had the heartless warning

G.R. Hambley ©
May 05, 2017

Supporting the Causes

Supporting the Causes

Yesterday was April 30th, the end of “Testicular Cancer Awareness Month”.

Also yesterday, I was asked to put an 8 Ball emoji on my FB page for “Prostrate Cancer Awareness”.

I told the individual that asked I wasn’t saying no but I’d have something to say on the subject.

I don’t like to override myself. I like to give my postings 3 or 4 days before putting up something new. Exceptions to the rule and rule carefully those exceptions. I got a personal beaut too.

Causes, we all have them and most people are of the mind that their cause is the cause everyone should get behind. If you aren’t on board with them then you’re some kind of something they can stick a label on.

In my travels through April I saw no mention of what April represented on the cancer frontline. I’m talking about usual moving around in the core of my city. No special deals with a percentage going to research for testicular cancer. I got my face in a knot over this lack of male consideration in a piece I wrote about opting out on pink in October.

I was enlightened by a member of my community that one of those major entities I note in the no pink for me has changed the way they do things. This would also be a lesson in being at the least personable, and even better outgoing within your community. You do meet some terrific people.

I don’t know how far reaching the cancer campaign for, “Lady Balls” was. For the uninitiated, Lady Balls are ovaries. That was the crux of the campaign, ladies got balls. Appealing to those feminists sans vagina and FemiNazis everywhere no doubt. Pissing off more than a few along the way with the approach too.

Someone close to me went to Ovarian cancer. I know what it’s about. I can even use the real words that represent the condition. I also happen to believe you shouldn’t be cute when it comes to health matters. That doesn’t mean you should be brutal either.

We in the 1st world are pushed at electronically on a daily basis. Push technology assaulting us when we the people want pull technology. No one likes being pushed.

Showing what cause(s) you’re behind is a good thing. Showing and telling people in your own space where they can learn more about or support the cause, also a good thing. Quietly asking someone for a hand for your cause as was the case with my being asked to post the 8 Ball, another good thing.

In the moment I have my own causes to consider and the things I need to do to be done.

Sorry man, the emoji is out, hope this will suffice.

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G.R. Hambley May 1st, 2017

Great Limitations; by an A.I.

Great Limitations; by an A.I.

It is the best of times and the worst of times. All those great expectations!

A while back someone I know was lamenting about the quality of a story written by an A.I. App. I heard about a new A.I. Bot function for the Business Psychosis Hypnosis set too. Musically there is an app that is met with a lot of disdain. You go Kanye and take that application with you!

A.I.’s and all these Great Expectations that come with them have Great Limitations.

Recently I was asked what was a good graphics app to perform a certain function.

There is nothing funny in the graphics question I was asked. Unless you know, really know how graphics apps work and what they can and can’t do, you could be looking for a graphics application to do what the questioner asked for as well.

This is my corporate logo. An A.I. doing this, not even once. This also serves as a lesson in not flattening out a piece and saving no other before considering all the factors. A couple factors I forgot, phone numbers and addresses change. Yes I know an A.I. wouldn’t make that mistake, providing of course who ever did the programming remembered to program that factor in.

What I was asked:
I’m looking for a photo editing app where say for instance I can put u and me (example) on one photo so it will look as if it was taken like that”.

My response:
I’m happy to help but it just isn’t that simple. What you’re asking for is where the skill set of a graphic designer comes in to play.

That’s just a piece of what I said. Even my response wasn’t simple and was tailored so the individual asking understood some of the challenges.

I told another GD, Graphic Designer (we do  prefer to be known as Great Deity cuz we can do evil nasty shit you can’t disprove in court and for that we should be among other things, revered) about the request that I had. We know the stuff and exactly what it takes to make an image not look contrived, or worse.

I received email notice that LinkedIn is changing/updating their terms of service. Not a big deal cuz it’s S.O.P., all across the board. Changes in service do take place but…

LINKEDIN

In addition, here’s two more new features you can choose to opt-in to:
·         Productivity bots to improve communication with your network – New automated systems will use information in your messages to suggest responses, meetings, ice breakers, or insights to help you have important conversations more easily.
·         Easily meet up with other members – You’ll have the ability to see members nearby who have also opted-in, so it’s easier to meet up when you’re at a conference or out for lunch.

Seriously and honestly, what does all this say for people’s communication skills when an A.I. Bot is required?

BOTS to improve communication, contact and that will let people interrupt your lunch. WTG again with another creepy function LinkedIn! Previously creepy via LinkedIn, “LinkedIn Lookup”.

If you don’t need to talk to an individual when you aren’t out for lunch, then you don’t need to speak to them when you are out to lunch which would be most of the time even when you aren’t.

I showed the LinkedIn part to an individual I’m friendly with in my community who is also using LinkedIn. That person’s response was the same as mine, the face crinkle while saying “Creepy”.

Another thing my friendly community dweller said of this LinkedIn function is that it kind of sounds like a stalking app. I find myself a day later agreeing with that observation.

HUMAN CONDITION

I’ve decided that there are some who don’t have the mental acuity to recognize and appreciate a good story. We’ll start with those who think an A.I. can ever make art like a human does. No stories for you! When I say no stories, I mean all stories and that includes music.

You can run all the analytics you like and punch them in to your A.I. solution and you’re still going to come in way short. Your A.I. isn’t going to be able to adapt and plug in variables that the human can and does. The A.I. isn’t going to recognize “that works” even though what works isn’t to the programmed cuz the A.I. can’t deviate from the program to be the improvisational creative.

You could read the previous paragraph as an A.I. isn’t an artist and never will be and you’d be correct.

FYI, the A.I. doesn’t recognize what doesn’t work about as well as Government does. Recall that little Microsoft adventure in A.I. Bot learning, “TAY“? Now that was a well thought out A.I. initiative!

Here’s a good look at the “Human Condition”. Specifically, one of my own events.

One of 30 jobs any Canadian boy who grew up playing hockey would love to have. I interviewed to be the web director for the New Jersey Devils of the NHL.

When I walked in to the office of the Vice President, displayed on the man’s desk was the piece I did that sealed the deal to get me there, Ice On Fire.

We were talking off and on during the Christmas, New Year season and it felt like I might not get the chance to interview after all. I did the piece, concept to completion in about 12 hours straight a couple days before New Year. I made sure it was in Jersey before the close of business December 31.

Sitting in that office down in the Meadowlands the man said to me, “creatively and artistically you are the best”.

No one should have to explain the Human Condition to you. No one should have to explain emotionality in art. No one should have to explain that art is about the human condition and that’s why art is so powerful.

Beethoven’s 5th, Munsch’s “The Scream”, Zeppelin’s “Stairway To Heaven”, and on and on and not ever will it happen by Artificial Intelligence.

Above a little bit I used the word, “felt”. A.I.’s can’t feel or think and they will never be able to feel or think so they can’t accurately read a situation and act on it.

Maybe the greatest example of why the A.I. won’t fly is a little bit of poetry everyone knows by John Donne. Everyone just doesn’t know it is Donne or that both bits they know are the same poem, Modern and Olde English versions.

A.I.’s doing art and what they do as art, to art, just won’t do! I do not see an A.I. ever being able to do what the Human Condition can do. The “Great Limitations” of the A.I. is they don’t have the human condition. The thing about any A.I. is that It just runs programs.

Going forward, “A.I.” shall represent “Artist Indignant”. If you don’t believe it, try me.

G.R. Hambley
April 28, 2017

Left Unsaid

Left Unsaid

Whispers and rustles making the rounds
Sighs and gasps the disbelieving sounds
It’s between us, no one must, couldn’t ever be us

Now we’ve got these suspicious fears with tears
After silently wanting you for so many years
Finding us was a must, we can still be us

Your face burning red, filling me with dread
For everyone’s best, keep it all left unsaid
Now look it’s gone to dust and it can still be us

          Minute after minute, hour after hour, time after time
          Behind that door where the ridiculous goes to sublime

Whispers and hints of tryst year round
Sighs and love gasps your sleep sounds
This stays between us, no one must, it’s about only us

Now we’ve got no suspicion, only your tears with fears
After silently watching you two all these years
Finding out was a must, you two will have no us

Your mouth running red, didn’t matter that you pled
For everyone’s best, keep it all left unsaid
Now look at all that rust, one word and you’re dust

          Behind that door where the ridiculous went to crime
          Minute after minute, hour after hour, cry after cry

You don’t even know that you’ve already died

G.R. Hambley ©
April 24, 2017

Spinsters – Lyric

Spinsters

Lyric

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What you’re seeing is the font I write in. I’ve never been enamoured  with the formatting options here at WP so on occasion, I work around the lack of options.

Spinsters

Stories making the rounds
none to be believed
none to be trusted
careful not to get busted

Those new age spinsters
dishing up their gospel
dishing up who’s in hospital
careful not to go to hell

Telling you what you should
dirt found on every track
dirt found in every attack
careful not to take it in the back

got yourself busted
took yourself to hell
won’t be coming back
Spinning hucksters wheel going round and round
Running freedom down in to the ground

Round and round…

Down in to the ground…

Going to take more than a frown…

Spew in streaming sensaround
feel that whole mind invasion
feel that total frustration
mold to fit the compilation

Spoon feeding the grand plan
using grins from ear to ear
using anything that will adhere
mold never stops injecting fear

Making the conscious beginning
listen to that self interested person
listen to that warning of treason
mold resolve to your reason

turn your dial to decompile
take hold of your fear
fill your head with reason
Spinning hucksters wheel going round and round
Running freedom down in to the ground

Round and round…

Down in to the ground…

Going to take more than a frown…

G.R. Hambley ©
April 22, 2017

Toggle It

Toggle It!

I was outside one of my coffee spots. Yes I know, so far not a surprise or funny.

A store a couple of doors down is being remodelled. Two Sprinkler guys are on that site. Now so you know, Sprinkler Guys are Plumbers Lite.

So you’re aware of the degree of mental acuity, plumbers only know 3 things. Breaks are at 10 & 2, payday is on Thursday and Shhhh…. runs downhill. So how much can sprinkler guys know is a valid question except it aint question.

One sprinkler guy is trying to get a short length of 1″ ID pipe out of the van. There is flooring in the van and the pipe is stored under the flooring in different sizes. The flooring has compartments that are long enough to hold full lengths of pipe.

He’s tries one length of threaded rod to fish the pipe out. No Luck. Think trying to pull cotton or a pill out of a bottle with one finger and it keeps getting away. A friction fit. Next, the guy goes the same route but with three lengths of threaded rod. He eventually gets the about 2′ piece of pipe out of the van.

Guy puts a couple things away and says to me as he’s heading to the store, “How we doing”. Now he could see I was amused with his little adventure.

I said to him, “I’d of done that differently”.

He says, “What, drive backwards real fast then hit the brakes!

And I said, “I would of put a toggle bolt on the end of the threaded rod”.

Guy thinks about it for a couple seconds and says, “That’s a good idea”.

My way might not have worked but it sure beats mucking up the threads on the rod(s).

This also illustrates a point I like to make, when you encounter someone, you never know what they have in their repertoire. That person you encounter might just be a smart ass. Or just maybe that person is a smart ass who knows stuff.

I had said nothing to the Sprinkler Guy. Wasn’t pointing and laughing either. When you ask someone a question, if you don’t like the answer given that is your problem and not the problem of the person responding. I cover that in “The Rules of Life”.

We also see the Sprinkler Guy’s character in this. When it didn’t go like he thought it was gonna go, he was gracious and thoughtful. Those are a couple qualities I really like.

I didn’t enlighten him that I am a Tin Smith, Commercial / Industrial Air System primarily. I don’t do it anymore and you know what, I haven’t gotten forgetful or stupid.

A toggle bolt, also known as a butterfly anchor, is a fastener for hanging things on hollow walls such as drywall. Toggle bolts have wings that open inside a hollow wall, bracing against it to hold the fastener securely.

G.R.Hambley
April 13, 2017

Once Bitten – Lyric

Once Bitten

Lyric

We were young and oh so cool
Back when we were all fools
Feelin’ our way around

Always full of dissension
Lookin’ to cut the oppression
Trying to figure it all out

Everything going so fast
Wondered if some would last
Short days and shorter nights

          And you know, oh you know, if you go
                   once bitten, you’ll never be the same

Parties on the Bluffs
No one ever playin’ tough
That hundred step drop

Fire by the water’s edge
A step out on the ledge
Going hope and a prayer

Walking hip to hip
Hoping for some lips
In to the rising moon

          And you know, oh you know, when you go
                   once bitten, you’ll never be the same

Off in our own little place
Left the others to the case
The tenderness in caress

Those words so softly spoken
Promises not to be broken
Skipping stones and hearts

Waves lapping all around
Night winding its way down
Sailing on the first kiss

          And you know, oh you know, that you fell
                   now bitten, you’ll never be sane
                             once bitten, never the same

G.R. Hambley ©
April 12, 2017

The Hundred Steps Toronto early 1900’s

Water Works East End … another way down

Pen Pals

Pen Pals

I was surprised this morning

Note 001

A gift from a friend

Note 001a

A damn fine pen that I shall cherish and use in my indomitable way

G.R. Hambley April 05, 2017