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July 2009 - Posts

  • One of Two Necessities of Life

    There are only two absolute necessities in life, as we know it. This writing will address one of them: air conditioning. The other necessity will be addressed in a future Ghost posting. Everyone, especially in the South, has air conditioning in his or her automobile; it is as important as the motor if you seek to be comfortable. In my early driving years (in the early 1960’s) not every car came equipped with air conditioning. I lived in New York at the time and if you rolled down the windows, you could be relatively comfortable with the breeze blowing on you. The really hot months, July and August, were horrible. It was not possible to go fast enough to get a good breeze; you just had to sweat and feel your wet clothes dripping on you.

    Later on, when I took a job as a wedding photographer, the hot months presented a particularly miserable situation. Weddings in New York last eight to ten hours. This means that you will be spending a long time with the bride on one of her most important days. With no air conditioning in the car, and wanting your hair to stay in place, you had to drive with the windows shut. It was hot! By the time you arrived at the bride’s house to start the job, your clothes were saturated and you were most uncomfortable. Imagine opening your door to let in the photographer and seeing a bedraggled fellow panting and dripping on your doorstep. The situation only got worse as the day wore on.

    In 1978 I purchased a car that had air conditioning built in. It took a little time to get used to it but I remember that it became indispensable to me from then on up to the present. Now, when I purchase a car, I want to be sure that the air conditioning is top notch. When I go on a job (of any kind) nowadays I arrive just as comfortable as I when I left the house. Viva conditioned air! (And when I drive somewhere these days I don’t have to worry too much about my hair getting messed up, whether or not the windows are open.) So says Sam Post.

    Posted Jul 29 2009, 10:42 AM by Sam Post with no comments
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  • Music, Magic of the Soul

    I get lots of emails with plenty of interesting things on a variety of topics. One of my favorite areas is music. I believe that there is no more penetrating aspect of humankind than music. It is the most effective tool that we have to share our feelings; it is a cleansing vehicle that allows us to purge and connect. There is no more communicative feature that humans possess. It transcends language, transmits our inner feelings, and brings hope to our lives; it connects us to our fellow beings in a way that bypasses all obstructions. And it is available to all people without charge or requirement. Those who envelope themselves in music, playing it, singing it, dancing, or just appreciating it, find a world of life that can be shared with everyone. Music is a main highway to the emotions, and emotions are the most powerful part of a living being.

    Yesterday I received an email that featured a choir that performed the song: Africa (Toto). There were about a hundred young people; they appeared to be high school aged. They were unique in several ways. Firstly, they sang wonderfully. Anyone who is familiar with the song will know that it is a very difficult song to accomplish; these young people did it flawlessly. Secondly, they used their whole bodies to perform the composition. That is, they not only sang their individual parts, but also they clicked their fingers and slapped their thighs and jumped up and down to simulate a rainstorm. If you could have heard it, but not seen it, you would imagine that the sounds were coming from Nature itself. Thirdly, I have never seen a better-looking set of people; all of them, boys and girls, were “movie star” material. Their energy and exuberance leapt from their faces as they sang; I felt the unfettered energy coming directly to me. Finally, they were from Slovenia, in a region close to the Adriatic Sea. They sang in English almost without an accent. In other performances they sang in other languages with equal ease. Though it is typical for Europeans to be multi-lingual, it always amazes me because most of us (Americans) are not. Indeed, most of us have trouble trying to speak English. (Ya’ll no whuh I meen?)

    If ever the world’s people become smart and desire a common language, music would be the best choice. Language is not all it’s cracked up to be; just look at all the misunderstandings we have amongst ourselves. Look at all the ways language is used by government and lawyers and advertisers to confuse and upset people, not to mention the massive control issues that infect these three groups. With music there can never be confusion because one person’s soul is speaking to other people’s souls. There is no language to foul up the transmission; there are no emotional cripples (like the three groups formerly mentioned) to subvert the message. Do animals need language? No. Do animals transmit clearly what is on there minds? You betcha! Language is a problem; music may be a cure. So says Sam Post.

    Posted Jul 22 2009, 11:29 AM by Sam Post with no comments
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  • Enjoyable To See Friends Again

    The fact that we call others friends means that we enjoy being with them, we have learned to trust them, and that we feel comfortable seeing them. All of us have a small (sometimes large) group of people that we call friends. Some of these friendships last decades, others are ephemeral, and others are ad hoc. Some of these friends inhabit all of the above. Considering the amount of time and effort that we put into making a person a friend, it is certainly something (the friendship) that we ought to hold dear for as long as possible. I have even heard of people referring to strangers as friends that they have not yet met. That's a very positive attitude, indeed! Of course, the other side of the coin is that there are people who would rather cross the street just to avoid having to be near another human being. Well, to each his or her own; I guess it depends upon what kind of experience a person has had with people in their growing up years. If a youngster has always experienced nice people, then he or she will look upon all people as possible friends and, therefore seek to meet as many people as possible to make them part of their circle of friends. The less fortunate youngster, having had trouble with people in their early years will, naturally, seek to avoid contact with others. And there are myriad levels in between these two extremes.

    This past weekend I was happy (and fortunate) to meet with some people whom I have not seen in many years. One was a very pleasant fellow with whom I have had several meetings on the bandstand, but we never were playing the same gig. I entered the stage area of a local establishment yesterday to hear the band and I was elated to see my friend playing on the stage. As soon as he saw me he waved and said "hello". His natural warmth filled the room with an overwhelming comfort; his smile radiated friendship. It is truly rare that we find a human being as comfortable and pleasant as this man. One feels his engaging personality the instant that you are speaking with him; he is one of those people who make you feel that he is truly interested in you.

    Overall, I am one of those people who feel, that everywhere I go, I have friends. Occasionally, I enter a room where I don't recognize anyone; by the time I leave that room, I will have gained another friend. So says Sam Post.

    Posted Jul 13 2009, 07:45 PM by Sam Post with no comments
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  • A Very Hot Weekend

    Yeah, I know it is supposed to be hot in July, and especially hot on the fourth. But, come on, it has been over a hundred degrees for the past two weeks (or more). Anyway, this past weekend was hot and muggy. I have gotten so used to wearing a hat and sunglasses when I go outside that I forget that I am wearing them.

    When we walk our dogs it is easy to see how hot it is because the animals seem to show the heat sooner than we do. There is nothing more exciting in our house than the expression: “Who wants to go for a walk?” The normally sleeping canines immediately spring to life and jump around. Of course the house is air-conditioned and the dogs don’t think of the outside temperatures while they are inside. They think going for a walk is the greatest thing since canned dog food. Things change, however, when we go outside. They start out with the usual sniffing, peeing, and pooping, but then we start to see more panting and a slower pace. After that, it is a search for the next patch of shade so that they can stop and rest in the relative cool of the leaves. Sometimes we have to encourage them to continue to the river where they jump in and luxuriate in the water for a few minutes. As the temperature gets more extreme, the dogs spend more time cooling off in the water. This past weekend was no exception; with the temperature soaring, and no cooling rain in sight, the walks became torturous for everyone, including the dogs.

    Maybe I will start wearing water-soaked towels and a do-rag in addition to my regular garb on these hot days. Actually, this weather reminds me of the wet, mucky days in Vietnam. Every day was hot and humid, and there was no respite. In a way, having a near constant weather pattern year round is probably better than this temperate climate because, once we get used to the heat (or cold) we can acclimatize rather well. The weather here in Florida changes so often, from near zero in the wintertime, to well over a hundred in the summer, that we are always thrown off guard. I don’t know whether to gather firewood, or to shove ice cubes down my shorts. Maybe if I did both the fire would melt the ice cubes and cause my pants to become soaked in cool water. Then I would be ready for August. So says Sam Post.

    Posted Jul 08 2009, 10:40 AM by Sam Post with 1 comment(s)
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