"The
world changes according to the way people see it, and if you can alter, even by
a millimeter, the way people look at reality, then you can change the
world."
- Samuel McCord
Sonny & Cher released their single, The Beat Goes On, on this day in 1967.
There’s a consensus that the title means the fact that time keeps marching forward, no matter what fads come and go.
The beat itself could be a heartbeat or a musical beat.
Imagine how "cool" Cher felt in her clothes.
Imagine the looks she would get walking down the street looking like that now?
You never change things by fighting the existing
reality.
To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model
obsolete, right?
What do you find strange about life today?
The first full moon of 2025 peaks Monday evening.
Despite its timeless appearance, the moon has not always been in Earth's orbit.
How old is the moon? Not even science is sure. What's your guess?
Reality is a complex affair, involving many different elements
interacting across multiple scales in time and space.
It is a constantly
revolving, evolving jewel whose dim facets tease us with flashes of clarity.
On this day in 1845 Robert Browning wrote his first
letter to Elizabeth Barrett,
so inciting one of the most legendary of literary
love stories.
The letter belongs to the 'fan mail' category — the praise of a
thirty-two-year-old up-and-comer for one just six years older and already
internationally famous —
but it was more than just poet-to-poet:
"...I do,
as I say, love these books with all my heart — and I love you too."
Dashiell Hammett died on this day in 1961, aged
fifty-seven.
Though never a Barrett-Browning sort of love, Hammett’s
thirty-year relationship with Lillian Hellman became especially strained in his
last years,
as his health, finances and patience failed.
Exasperated by
Hammett’s taciturn, unromantic ways, and knowing that time was running out,
Hellman marked their last shared Thanksgiving, also the thirtieth anniversary
of their first meeting,
by typing up a mock love letter in Hammett’s name and
leaving it for him to sign:
On this thirtieth anniversary of the beginning of
everything, I wish to state:
The love that started on that day was greater than
all love anywhere, anytime, and all poetry cannot include it.
I did not then
know what treasure I had, could not, and thus occasionally violated the
grandeur of this bond.
For which I regret.
But I give deep thanks for the
glorious day, and thus the name “Thanks-giving.” What but an unknown force
could have given me, a sinner, this woman? Praise God.
Hammett enjoyed the joke —
one which played to his
refusal to make any kind of testimony, whether in love or politics.
He signed
his name, adding his own postscript in an uncertain hand:
“If this seems
incomplete it is probably because I couldn't think of anything else at the
time.”
Hobbes and I wonder how Lillian put up with him for 30 Years! How about you?