Robert Fulghum Journal EntriesMy recent travels, musings, insights shared with you every Sunday.
My Sunday morning focus shifts from The Unimaginable to The Unbelievable to the Unmentionable.
But it’s less vexing to write about my socks, so . . .
If the weather gods washed your windows with rain recently, and you stood looking out at Fall leaves falling as night fell as well . . .
And a mix of melancholy and memory brought feelings to the forefront of your mind, you may have had the urge to write a poem or a song . . . . as I did.
“I’ve got a secret.”
Little kids say that. Secrets are delicious items of barter among the young. And they have great commercial value when we grow up. Books, magazine stories, internet ads, and spam are secret-laden:
Friends who well know my ineptitude with rod and reel may be surprised at my subject this week.
The old adage comes to mind – with corollary:
*Give a man a fish and you’ll feed him for one day.
*Teach a man to fish and he will feed himself for the rest of his life.
*Try to teach an idiot to fish, and he will annoy both you and the fish, but will starve to death if his life depends on catching and eating fish.
Never in my life have I started a fight in a bar – never. That’s a carefully crafted sentence. Yes, I have actually been in bars when fights started. And I have done my part in the fracas – I admit that.
But that was way, way back in the day – during college and the summers when I was a cowboy – when a little free-for-all dustup in a saloon on a Saturday night was part of the fun.
About 2,500 years ago, Protagoras, the Greek philosopher, figured out that “Man is the Measure of All things.”
Meaning what? That measurement is relative to us in our relationship to our world and lives.
Can you wiggle your ears, roll your tongue into a tube, cross your eyes, raise one eyebrow, write with both hands simultaneously, touch your nose with your tongue, kiss your own elbow – things like that . . . ? This is a conversational gambit I sometimes use at cocktail parties and receptions and other occasions when people are standing around making mindless small talk.read more
All In The Family was a situation comedy that ran on CBS television for 9 seasons – 1971-1979 – and is regarded by many as one of the best television series of all time. It’s creator, Norman Lear, is considered a creative genius. The program and its cast won just about every award the TV industry had to offer – for good reasons.read more
If you browsed around where I live, you might be surprised at the lack of books in my library. Visitors are sometimes surprised – “Where are your books?” they ask. Well, I actually do have a library –
But it’s in downtown Moab – called the Grand County Public Library.
Most men think they can repair almost anything – they just need tools and time. “How hard can this be?” is a Man’s Mantra – “I can fix it.” Women friends laugh knowingly when I say that. But I have the secret of repair success: right attitude – right adhesive.read more
When I walk out at night I have a clear view of the stars – because I live in one of the places in the United States with the least amount of light scatter from human enterprise – in the mountains of the high desert of southeastern Utah, twenty-five miles from the nearest small town.read more
After five weeks in Czechia, I am about to depart. Not for “home” – because I begin to think of “home” as wherever I am at the moment – and I’ve certainly felt at home here with the Czechs.read more
Three times now I’ve encountered pianos in public places in Prague. One, a rather plain old upright in a sheltered passageway near the national theater, was being played by a rather scruffy young woman – pounding out ragtime.read more
When I speak to a Czech audience, I always begin by saying: “Omlo valm say – Nem lu veem Chesky.” I’m sorry, but I do not speak Czech. Then my mischievous interpreter always says, in perfect English, “He says he is sorry, but he doesn’t speak Czech.”read more