Tag Archives: but seriously

poem for Bernie on April 13th, 2016 (Washington Square Park, NYC)

Wow! I don’t think I’ve written a poem in 30 years. But standing in Washington Square Park, NYC listening to Bernie Sanders I was inspired. And only poetry could foot the bill. So here goes…

poem for Bernie on April 13th, 2016
(Washington Square Park, NYC)

In the shadow of Garibaldi,
we all knew just what to do,
what required all of our voices gathered together.

Through history’s many lenses,
sometimes honest men sowed the ruined soil,
sometimes criminals ran free as rain,
and finally these streetlights could cast our own aspirations.

The overly complicated dream could be untangled,
the sand bags and walls to paths,
that should have been left untaken,
becoming bridges and pipelines still ambling,
toward the words just coming into sight.

The bedside manner we patiently awaited,
our ears were finally ready to outline,
the bright and stubborn truth.

Watch it!

video: Fahrenheit Whatever: is Donald Trump just like George W. Bush? or worse?

I did this movie before the 2004 election. Don’t know why it didn’t go viral then. But I just put it up again last night and already it has 14 views, so I think it’s safe to say that it’s on it’s way to getting millions of hits this time around.

The same sentiments apply as in 2004, but maybe I should change the soundtrack to be about Donald Trump instead of about George W. Bush? Or is changing the title enough. What do you think?

Original Title: FAHRENHEIT WHATEVER (whatever temperature it takes to make a house made entirely out of matches BURN)
(Not sure how many people got the Michael Moore, Fahrenheit 911 reference.)

from the script:
Wife: “Honey, I told you to stop smoking. The house is on fire.”
Husband: “Like I said — don’t panic. All I’ve got to do is call my friend George. The fire will be out in no time.”

multiple peeps

I realize that in the process of finding my own voice, I’ve accidentally found at least two.  To avoid confusion, I’ve tagged my “silly naive egotistical blogger of the year” posts and things along those lines as “satire” and my “sincere analysis, critique and policy wonk” posts as “but seriously”.

Try not to confuse the two as often as I do.

Japanese disclaimer

I’ve added translators for Spanish and French to this blog, because I figure if it’s good enough for other companies doing business in North America, well then it’s good enough for me too.

I’ve also added an Icelandic translator, just because I think the letters look really cool and even though I’ve never been, it seems like a really cool country which I believe was recently ranked as the country with the second happiest citizens. So that’s really cool too.

And I’ve added a Japanese translator because Japanese looks even cooler than Icelandic and because I love of some of the quirkier aspects of the Japanese culture, sushi, samurais, anime, traditional folk dancing, planting cherry blossom trees everywhere and other stuff like that.

Bear in mind that this site is translated by robots and that not a solitary soul even tries to check the veracity of any of it. So for legal reasons I must offer this disclaimer as follows: deanheagleblog.com shares no responsibility for any actions or reactions resulting from the accuracy or inaccuracy of any statement contained or not contained herein particularly as this may or may not affect the loss of limb, loss of life, mental or physical illness or even slight discomfort, a bad rash in an embarrassing place, or the harming of anyone or anything. Furthermore, all characters appearing in this work (unless stated otherwise) are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. And we also don’t hurt any animals.

Once upon a time, in an age that my kids refer to as the “olden days”, I used to get a newsletter from a company that did multi-language translations and typesetting. This was in the days  before robots could do everything better than people. One of my favorite features of this newsletter was a section that told horror stories about bad translations, when no one in charge bothered to take a peak outside or had any regional understanding of the local culture.

One such horror story told how Pepsi translated “Catch that Pepsi spirit” into Japanese and the effective cultural translation worked out to be something like “With Pepsi, your ancestors will come back to haunt you”. So obviously that was not good for sales.

If you’d like see an old Pepsi ad and take a scary trip back to 1977, you can do so HERE. Now imagine watching this commerical with the awareness that your ancestors had come back to haunt you. And if you were already scared, then you’d be doubly scared then.

My lawyers tell me that to be on the safe side, I should make everyone who visits this site submit a digital signature to a disclaimer shielding me from any legal claims.
However, instead I will simply advise you: “DON’T BELIEVE EVERYTHING YOU READ (NO MATTER IN  WHAT LANGUAGE) PEOPLE. AND ESPECIALLY IF IT’S ON THE INTERNETS.” It might all be made up to start out with and then via a bad translation, it might become doubly made up. I’m just trying to play fair here. I just thought you’d like to know.

R.I.P. Paul Kantner, Signe Anderson; January 28, 2016

kantner_andersonI was always a huge fan of Jefferson Airplane. But to me, Paul Kantner was just another one of the guys in the band. Because for me, it was always about Grace Slick who I had a huge crush on from the time I was fourteen.

I learned more about Paul when he and Grace got together in 1971 to make an album called Sunfighter and create a baby named China Wing Kanter. For someone only fourteen, Sunfighter seemed epic,  indeed a wondrous trip through rock, folk, history, animal instinct, overtones of imagined cannibalism, almost a whole other very strange world.

As for Signe Anderson, I wouldn’t have even known who she was had she not died on the same day as Kantner. I have since learned that she was the original singer for the Airplane but made the decision to leave when she learned she was pregnant. She continued to sing for the rest of her life, but never regained her chance at significant fame.

We should celebrate both Paul and Signe for being extremely brave people.

Paul just kept exploring, he kept pushing his music further, he tended to stay constructive, he saw the problems with the world, but yet believed that humanity would rise above it. He believed that one day we would ascend to the stars.

Signe for her part probably couldn’t see into the future any better than most of us, but she had the foresight to know what was most important. She had the wisdom to know that being a mother was more important than chasing after fame. That having a home was better for the child than being on the road. The strength to give up so much in favor of a simpler path, makes Signe seem to me as the braver of the two. And I think Paul was extremely brave.

The dead are never that far away. Thank you for your brave spirits. R.I.P. Signe and Paul!

I’m not just a grumpy old man!

It’s true that the rising deficit of common sense, the mindless race to the bottom spurring the anarchy of production by the ecology deniers, and the loss of an attention span by what seems like most of the population, among other things, do tend to make me feel a bit grumpy. And I’m 58 years old, so I guess by many people’s measure, I am officially on the old side. So I guess it’s true, I’m grumpy and I’m old.

But that’s not all I am.