tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463045870607866024.post5919048993163770323..comments2023-10-04T09:41:07.381-07:00Comments on SsolReality: Things Break…Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16788631500737709152noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463045870607866024.post-66830178526525986122010-12-12T17:43:29.098-08:002010-12-12T17:43:29.098-08:00Indeed. Just so simple.Indeed. Just so simple.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16788631500737709152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463045870607866024.post-86168010140923447442010-12-12T17:29:49.375-08:002010-12-12T17:29:49.375-08:00Jay Gatsby shone brighter than Tom Buchanan...that...Jay Gatsby shone brighter than Tom Buchanan...that horse on the mud road is the choice of the heart.Glencorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05460250261305194293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463045870607866024.post-26474407010649492832010-12-12T16:45:37.743-08:002010-12-12T16:45:37.743-08:00Well, well, well… coincidences abound. I might hav...Well, well, well… coincidences abound. I might have had lunch one day, lo many years ago, in the same cafeteria at UMass - Amherst, with Achebe. We just happened to be there at the same time, but never met. The Nigerian connection is also interesting. Among my prized memories is the education offered by another fellow from Lagos. It was dawn in a beautiful, little botanical garden in, of all places, Schenectady, NY. Yes. Drugs were involved, and they worked quite well, at the time.<br /><br />My new friend got up from his prayer to greet the Sun, swirled around and pronounced, "You Americans, you have no idea of the abundance around you!" Then he took out his wallet and produced to little photos. One was a shot of him in silhouette, framed by a bright white light hidden behind, and black walls, ceiling and floor all around. He informed me that the figure was he, standing in the basement of his father's big bank in Lagos. The walls were actually racks of car batteries that kept the lights on during frequent electrical black outs. Now and again, some cleaning guy would go down there with a cigarette, and blow the entire place up by carelessly igniting the toxic, combustible fumes from the batteries.<br /><br />The next shot was on the street, taken from across the bank. There was my friend, grinning next to a horse on a mud road. Behind him was the big, modern building of his father's business. Just exactly perfect.<br /><br />Anyhow, you have my assurance that there will be no suicides. Perhaps one doomed mission or several more. But, I thank you for the provoking this wonderful memory.<br /><br />If you have the time and inclination, tell us about yourself. Let the Calliope Conversation ride.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16788631500737709152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463045870607866024.post-64654155229363971462010-12-12T16:05:18.730-08:002010-12-12T16:05:18.730-08:00Thank you for introducing me to this this Achebe, ...Thank you for introducing me to this this Achebe, fellow. I have some learning to do, tonight.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16788631500737709152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463045870607866024.post-84891412895462255602010-12-12T15:52:20.788-08:002010-12-12T15:52:20.788-08:00Things DO fall apart. Chinua Achebe was right. N...Things DO fall apart. Chinua Achebe was right. No suicides, please.Glencorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05460250261305194293noreply@blogger.com