Leg Shot

27
November

I have no idea when some film director first conceived of and employed this  sequence of frames but once he did they were enthusiastically embraced by legions of those who followed.  And there is no sign that despite repeated usage, they will disappear from film making anytime soon.  They are intended either to:  1. Inject a deliberate element of mystery into a story or, 2. Keep an audience guessing, at least momentarily, about which character had just entered a scene.

By now you may have guessed the cinematic device that has proven so persistent and serviceable for all these many years.  Call it a “leg shot” if you will.  There’s no subtlety, little variation in how the scene is presented.  The camera reveals the legs of an individual and remains focused upon them for a period of time, depending upon what purpose it’s meant to serve.  If its intent is to tantalize and encourage us to wonder who we’re about to see, it will, after lingering upon the lower extremities, slowly begin to elevate until at last we’re offered a full-bodied subject.  Were we right?  Did we guess his or her identity?  Quite likely it was someone we hadn’t expected would appear.  The film maker with this delayed gratification technique has had his or her fun.  And we, the audience, have gone along with it, enjoyed the brief suspense.

In the other instance, the “leg shot” advances the story line, informing us that someone  is present and has undertaken certain actions, but then withholds the identity of that individual as the camera remains anatomically static, never elevates above the feet.  There’s but a slight chance viewers can determine who is involved here.  This is somewhat disappointing, even frustrating, as vital information is being deliberately withheld.

Will audiences ever tire of, and will directors finally retire, the “leg shot?”  Given that it’s been around so long, one is reluctant to predict its demise.  Besides, are there any other body parts that could better serve the purpose?

Falling Leaves

25
November

I’ve never given it much thought, but on this occasion, for some unexplained reason I did.  I’d watched it happen countless times but now I found myself staring out the window at two enormous maple trees in the courtyard, observing the leaves, as they do very Fall, come down.  For perhaps eight or ten minutes I stayed focused on the scene.

Questions I’d never considered came to mind – some interesting, others a trifle strange.  Have you ever thought about the following?  Are falling leaves to be viewed as an end or a beginning?  Why do some trees shed most of their leaves rapidly while others hold them much longer?  Are they competing against one another?  Which one wins – the tree losing its leaves first or the one that holds on to them longer?  Do trees regard their leaves as an adornment as we humans do, or as unwelcome camouflage, obscuring its permanent structure of sturdy trunks and graceful branches?  Is it in part good riddance – the leaves being a burden, or is there a sense of loss, of abandonment?  Do trees recognize there will be another crop arriving in  the Spring or  are they surprised when a new cycle begins?

Considering a single tree, is there a pattern or  sequence to  falling leaves?  Do those near the crest go first, while the others follow or is it the ones closest to the ground, or is it completely haphazard, without rhyme or reason?

Notice, unless there’s absolutely no breeze leaves just don’t fall straight down.  They glide, twist and turn, flutter, travel, often a good distance from their point of origin.  Some resist a downward path, instead catching an upward draft,  gracefully ascend for a time before submitting to the inevitable pull of gravity.

What about those leaves that never fall off, but remain attached to the tree throughout the fall and winter.  Is jt their function to remind us that others will return in the Spring.  Do they regret having been unable to join the others?  I think not because those strewn on the ground will soon crumble, pile up or be ground up, cast away and treated with indifference for the most part – as are most things, once they’ve served their purpose.

Looking Forward

20
November

They just might be the saddest, most disturbing words in the English language – “I have nothing to look forward to.”  That’s probably because all of us find pleasure in our lives when  there are “good” times ahead.  Looking back, which we all do, presents a mixed picture, wonderful memories, but also disappointments and “might have beens.”  Looking forward, on the other hand, is typically upbeat, filled with anticipatory delights coming your way.

Looking forward encompasses a time frame that ranges from several hours to weeks and months and well beyond.  Daily we’re likely to look forward to our lunch break, end of the work day, rejoining our family and getting into bed to watch favorite television programs.  TGIF tells us that the end of the work week is a time eagerly anticipated as is the weekend when we’re able to relax, take in a movie, head off to a favorite restaurant, enjoy a day trip, watch our teams in action on TV, be with friends and relatives whose company we enjoy.

Considering the longer term there are the holidays to look forward to, a major family event (anniversaries, significant birthdays, births, graduations, marriages, etc.), as well as vacations, concerts and sporting events.  Also, the purchase of a home and for some, prison release or end of a military tour of duty.  Stretching the time horizon even further, most all of us look forward to retirement, to pursuing hobbies, to lengthy vacation trips, to grandchildren, and, in the end, hopefully to our  entry into heaven.

While we live in the moment, when we look forward the future becomes very much a part of our present, has considerable bearing on the way we perceive our lives, our state of mind, how we manage when times are difficult.  Looking forward to specific events helps spark our Imaginations, allows us to relish a future happening many times over as the  day draws near (the intervening period often regarded as an unwelcome “delay”).  It’s what buoys our spirits, sustains us, helps infuse into  an often  lackluster present the delights and satisfactions the future promises to provide.

What Happened?

18
November

What happened?  Who could see it coming?  Remember when America was riding high, leading the world in this area or that category.  We weathered the Great Depression without major disruption to our society.  We defeated Japan and helped bring down Hitler’s Germany in World War II.  We assisted Europe in getting back on its feet and stood up to the Soviet Bloc until it disintegrated.  Our major companies went on to straddle the world and at home an expanded middle class emerged, a good portion of which moved out to suburbia and into their own homes.  Our system seemed to work well and we had much to show for it. In one important measurement after another America led the world.  We were #1 (or so we were told).

And then it changed.  Just look around, check it out.  Consider the abundant data and comparative figures ranking the nations of the world.  In most instances we’ve lost our edge, dropped out of first, often ending up in the middle of the pack – or worse.  Our infrastructure continues to deteriorate.  Our trains run too slowly along aging tracks, our airports don’t measure up to those overseas, our bridges are rusting, our electric grids overburdened.  Our educational system compares unfavorably to many overseas in important categories of performance.  Too many of our students are dropping out, not graduating, failing to acquire the education they need to succeed in the job market.  The United States, which once led the world in the percentage of college graduates, has fallen behind, and too  often those who’ve graduated are deficient, know less than they should.  Our health system is insanely costly, our health statistics generally poorer than most advanced countries.  Social mobility long the watchword and pride of America has not ended but the lead in this area has passed on to a number of European nations.  Same with entrepreneurial activity.  It’s still taking place but the pace is greater elsewhere as is small business formation.  Large corporations in the U.S. are doing well, but investment in research has slowed and instead of underwriting innovation, companies are spending huge amounts of their capital buying back their stock, which, among other consequences, enhances the wealth of corporate executives.  No surprise then that income inequality has grown in the U.S.  Not unknown in other advanced economies, the disparities are notably greater in the United States.

Our political system, at least on the national level is deadlocked, unable to respond, unwilling to address the many pressing needs of the nation.  Money is flooding into politics giving the wealthy and well connected undue influence over policies and prompting despair and disillusionment among large segments of the electorate.  Gun violence continues unabated, the number of weapons in circulation vastly great than anywhere else in the world.  Carbon continues to pour into the atmosphere while substantial portions of the population deny that this represents much of a problem.  While all this is going on at home, overseas the U.S. seems to have lost its ability to shape events, to restrain the forces of disorder that threaten to engulf extensive regions of the world.

Sure it’s complicated, but can anyone account for this substantial shift in U.S. performance, this slippage across the board?  You will hear much speculation and countless theories, but no one has managed as yet to offer a convincing comprehensive explanation.  Clearly the rest of the world, following our lead, has caught up, but that doesn’t  explain America’s  achievement gap..

Are we running out of gas?  Does it have something to do with the “inevitable” decline of once dominant nations?  Are we in a temporary downturn that will run its course?  Will the United States, ever resilient, rebound effectively?  There’s no predicting – there are no guarantees.

DIRECTIONS

14
October

You never see it coming.  It’s always a surprise.  Just the other day, in fact, I’m standing in midtown Manhattan when a guy suddenly comes up and asks me for directions.  I happen to know the location so I replied immediately and pointed him in the right direction.  He immediately took off.  But after a moment or two I began wondering whether I’d answered too quickly.  Had I gotten it right?  My directional sense, after all, is woefully deficient.  I’m never quite sure how to proceed myself.  I’m the last person one should ask.  But alas, just like most everyone else I’ve been approached countless times.  How are people supposed to know providing directions is not one of my strengths.  Still l did review his request and felt confident I’d not led him astray.

But that sometimes is not the case.  When people single you out and ask for directions your first instinct is to assist.  You don’t want to let them down.  You’re reluctant to plead ignorance, unless, that is, you draw a complete blank.  Nonetheless you are always taken by surprise, always your thoughts at that moment are elsewhere.  But now you’re forced to concentrate and be totally precise.  And you’d best be right.  Imagine giving faulty information to a stranger, who picked you out – who is relying on you.

It’s best, I find, not to respond too quickly.  And if I’m not exactly sure, not act as if I am.  My mind does not immediately visualize a map whose details and twists and turns I can readily convey.  Distances, whether in blocks or miles I can at best only approximate.  But I don’t wish to disappoint.  (After all, how many times have I asked for directions and relied upon the information received?  So I concentrate, try very hard to make it accurate and simple.

Sometimes I’m bailed out by a passerby who has overheard the conversation, sensed a degree of uncertainty and decided to impart his “expert” knowledge.  I welcome such interventions, immediately recede into the background in the presence of someone more confident and presumably knowledgeable.

I do worry sometimes about those who’ve relied solely on my directions and thanked me profusely for assisting them.  Did I get it right?  Should I have admitted some uncertainty?  Were my directions clear enough?  Have I truly aided a fellow human being or needlessly complicated his life?  Such thoughts always intrude on such occasions.

I console myself, however, with the thought that even if I’ve led him astray, even if he gets lost, he’s not without recourse.  There will always be someone, better informed than I, to set him straight, get him back on track.

LIVES DIMINISHED

9
October

Back in 1962, Michael Harrington’s book “The Other America” served to awaken us to the extent and depth of poverty across our society.  Since then it has become commonplace for one advocacy group or another to highlight a particular area of social concern and to circumstances that severely diminish the lives of those affected.  It’s not always easy to gauge the accuracy of statistics produced to underscore the seriousness of the situation, but almost always the figures produce surprise, even shock.  But then, in a nation as populous as ours, unless a problem affects millions it may fail to impress.

Having been subjected to an avalanche of disturbing statistics, one must inevitably conclude that vast numbers of our fellow citizens lead lives of quiet desperation, or worse.  Sure all of us have problems and nearly everyone knows people who are afflicted in one way or another.  These individuals live with abusive spouses, have been sick a good part of their lives, have lost their jobs and been unemployed for lengthy periods, have family members who are alcoholics, children who are substance abusers, parents who suffer long-term dementia.  These individual stories we are told merely illustrate the massive level of social dislocation abroad in the society.

And so you begin to make calculations in order to grasp the magnitude of the situation.  Let us acknowledge overlap, definitional uncertainty and the imperatives of special pleading.  Still, you can’t help but come away from such inquiries without recognizing that all is not well across our society.

Start with the current unemployment rate that leaves millions without jobs, many more millions working but part-time, and countless millions experiencing persistent “job insecurity.”   At the other extreme consider the 2.4 million Americans locked away in federal or state jails.  But even for those out in society, well over forty million of our fellow Americans live in poverty or suffer ongoing food insecurity, while over 600,000 are homeless on any given night.  Countless millions are bound by the chains of alcohol and substance addiction while many more millions lead lives that are mostly bleak and without hope in the ravaged inner cities and rural wastelands of our country.  Let us also not overlook the one million who are deaf, the two million who are blind, and the 2.4 million who suffer from Alzheimer’s Disease, senility or dementia.  Were we to calculate the numbers who face ongoing psychological distress, or are afflicted with obesity, battling cancer, Aids, etc., the totals would be staggering.  We won’t even consider here the plight of undocumented immigrants living fearfully in the shadows of our society or the legions of sufferers from domestic violence, the aftermath of rape, or those locked away in mental facilities or restricted to juvenile institutions.

What are we to make of this bleak accounting?  Surely it prompts us to question those upbeat images of America that we’ve long accepted.  Is it possible that they are not now or  perhaps never were in sync with reality?  Or maybe all this suffering, pain, even hopelessness, this evidence of blighted lives is something relatively new, signaling that our society is changing in ways we can ignore only at our peril.

LET’S COMPROMISE

7
October

Time for a quick and timely history  lesson.  “Why?” you ask.  Because we’re living through a period in which our national government appears deadlocked, unable to act on any number of vital legislative fronts.  While the general public favors compromise, wants both major parties to collaborate and get America moving, Senators and Congressmen in D.C. locked into unyielding partisan positions appear incapable of the give and take that can produce significant legislative initiatives.

Might recalling a chapter from our history contribute to breaking the stalemate?  At the beginning of our nation and for decades thereafter, the United States moved forward and avoided serious conflict because political leaders cultivated the arts of compromise.  As every school boy or girl knows, there’d be no United States of America without the Great Compromise of 1787, which offered enough to mutually distrustful large and small states to get them to approve the Constitution.  The large states, given their sizeable populations, would hold sway in the House of Representatives while the smaller states (e.g., Delaware, Rhode Island, Connecticut), gained equal representation in the Senate.  Less well-known was the compromise that assured ratification of the Constitution.  Because many feared the new Federal Government might become tyrannical they urged the Constitution be rejected.  When, however, pro ratification spokesmen assured them that a Bill of Rights would be added, such fears receded and the Constitution gained passage. Continue reading

OUTSIDERS TO INSIDERS

3
October

Take the long view of immigration in the United States (not the current mess) and our nation looks pretty good.  So many other countries these days (especially in Europe) are terribly stressed out over the issue.  We, on the other hand, have from the very beginning, taken considerable pride in the waves of immigrants who arrived on our shores.  They brought their skills, their energy and their determination to make new and productive lives for themselves here.  The United States would not be the world’s leading nation today without their enormous contributions.

That’s certainly true, but we should temper our self-congratulations and acknowledge that the immigrant story loses some of its luster when one gets down to cases.  In fact, in most instances, these newcomers were resented, many deemed unworthy and not up to American standards.  And, furthermore, were viewed as representing a threat to the stability of our nation.  In light of this for us to take immense pride in our immigration heritage is a little like parents who rejected and abused their child but later step forth and take credit when that person nevertheless achieves wide acclaim.

Still, has any other nation in the world had so many individuals who though born outside the country rise to prominence, as is the case in the United States?  It just hasn’t happened elsewhere:  Americans for their part hardly give it a thought and, if pointed out, express satisfaction, not resentment.    Continue reading

HOPE

23
September

Could there be anything worse than believing a situation is hopeless or discovering someone who has given up all hope?  Such utter despair is unbearable, utterly devastating because nearly all of us cling to hope, even under the most trying of circumstances.  We resist surrendering to the mindless workings of fate.  We are not helpless; nothing is pre-ordained.  It is possible to alter the course of events.  Always, there is hope.

“Hope Springs Eternal” because we believe it so.  It is an essential coping mechanism.  While we cannot shape the course of future events, “hoping” allows us to play a part.  Hope neutralizes defeatism, enables us to detect even the slightest positive indications.  Hope is the driver of optimism upon which we base our lives.  It motivates us to remain involved, to stay upbeat, to refuse to admit defeat whatever the odds.  Give people hope and you tap into a deep reservoir of energy and attachment.  (As the candidate of Hope and Change, Barack Obama ignited a wave of enthusiasm in the 2008 presidential campaign.)

Hope provides a way to postpone coming to terms with what may be inevitable (and thus we speak often of “false hopes”).  We hope for the recovery of a critically ill person.  It puts us on record in his or her behalf.  It lifts the spirits of others, but without assuming responsibility for the outcome.  When “there is still hope”, there’s no reason for despair.

Hope is a means of connecting to others, of demonstrating our concern for their well- being.  “I hope you get the job.”  “We really hope you’re admitted to the college of your choice.”  “I hope you have a very joyous holiday.”

Hope enables us to demonstrate intention but stops short of commitment, i.e. it creates wriggle room.  “I hope I can join you this weekend.”  “I hope I can be back by 5PM.”  “Hopefully I’ll have the first draft ready by Monday.”

It’s hard to imagine how we could get on with our lives without hope, especially when we encounter defeat and repeated discouragement.  When the path to our goal is not at all clear, hope bridges the gap between intention and outcome.  Hope can inoculate us against failure, fortify us for the struggles ahead.  For that reason, and at all times, “we hope for the best.”

ANNOYING PEOPLE

19
September

People can be kind, generous, supportive, loving, engaging and just wonderful… but they can also be downright annoying.  We’ve all witnessed such behavior; the kind that rubs us the wrong way.  I’m referring here not to complicated relationship issues, family feuds, work place power plays but simply to observable everyday behaviors, some no doubt unintentional but trying nonetheless.  Everyone has their own lists but I expect there’ll be considerable overlap with the situations described below.