The long arm of Karma

Generally speaking, I am a doubting Thomas, but oddly enough I believe in Karma. I am convinced that every action has a consequence. A little bit like Yin and Yang.

Do good, and good will follow you. Do bad, and it will catch up with you and slap you silly. If you are a little slow on the uptake, imagine karma as a giant foot poised to kick your butt if you misbehave.

Karma is like a boomerang, whatever you give out… will come back to you.  Rashida Rowe

As a result, many politicians and celebrities are presently experiencing pain and suffering due to past, long forgotten misdeeds. Even at the pinnacle of their careers, they are not impervious to the long arm of karma.

Right now, three Virginia state executives are fighting for their professional lives. The governor and his attorney general are accused of racial insensitivity, and the lieutenant governor is denounced for sexual misconduct.

They all face charges for activities that happened decades ago. You should know that the sophisticated karma computers keep track of all your deeds, from birth to death. If you are not getting your comeuppance in your present existence, you will probably be reborn as a snake or cockroach. In Buddhism, bad actions in a previous life can follow a person into his next life.

This is the catechism that ought to be taught in schools and in Congress. If this had been done, the great villains of history would have thought twice before committing their dastardly deeds.

Karma, by the way, has nothing to do with Hell or Paradise. Hell was designed to keep simpletons in line. If you don’t do what we command, you will burn eternally. But there is no evidence of that. I have never met a guy who escaped hell to tell me about it.

But karma… Harvey Weinstein, Kevin Spacey, Matt Lauer, Charlie Rose, Les Moonves etc. are all living proof of its potency. They are not in hell but probably wishing they were.
This is not to say that women are not capable of sexual harassment. They are indeed, but maybe better at concealing their misdeeds.

To sum it up,

“Think twice before jumping over that puddle in your white pants.

Karma is patient, thorough… and has total memory recall.
And no, you cannot invoke the Fifth Amendment.



Executive time

I like my present job.
Being my own boss, I am totally in charge of my work agenda. I can indulge in “executive time” whenever I feel like it, secure in the knowledge that it won’t be damaging to the welfare of the nation.

Executive time” by the way, is a fairly new expression and to make sure that I didn’t misinterpret its meaning, I Googled it.

The Urban Dictionary (a very reliable source) defines it as follows:

“Time spent alone in bed, performing unproductive activities like watching television, playing on a cell phone or masturbating.”

“Ex-ec-u-tive Time: Country Club speak for a host of common, unimportant acts done at the expense of someone else e.g. cheating on a spouse in the office, looking a porn on the company computer, sleeping on the job, etc.”

OK, I get it. Using “executive time” basically means goofing around. Nothing wrong with that… presuming that you are a very small cog of a large piece of machinery. Hence, when I dawdle, nobody but my cat knows about it, and it has very little effect on the management of the nation.

On the other hand, if the captain of a nuclear submarine dawdles, it is a totally different story. It could have dire consequences.

To dispel nasty rumors (obviously fake news), press secretary Sarah Huckabee Sanders recently stated that:

“The president is one of the hardest workers I’ve ever seen and puts in long hours and long days nearly every day of the week all year long.”

Upon hearing this, I felt much better. I want my captain to stand poised at the helm of the ship of state, ready to ride any storm.
If unbiased Sarah Sanders vouches for her boss, she knows what she is talking about. And she would never fib about it… or would she?

In conclusion,

Sleep in peace my fellow Americans, Captain America is on watch duty in the conning tower.


Photo album

One of my hobbies is photography. Over the years I have collected over 20,000 snapshots that have found a temporary shelter on my computer’s hard drive. My machine is wincing under the load and begging for relief. So, once in a while I review my collection, and after much consideration, I delete some subpar shots.

But there is no pleasure in owning anything unless you share it. And this is the reason why from time to time I feel the urge of publishing a photographic essay. I want to share with everybody many of the shots that I have collected over the years.

An ancient Latin proverb says “Verba volant, scripta manent” (words fly away, but writings remain) and so do pictures.
And pictures bring back memories… some good, some bad, but mostly good. Because even when losing a game or two (or all of them) it does not prevent you from having a good time.

So, who gets to figure in this book? I always prefer candid shots over posed ones. When you are unaware of a shot, we get to see the real you, not a photoshopped image. So, if you want a better chance to be in a publication, forget the camera and be your crazy, uninhibited self. The camera loves exuberance and wacky characters.

Each book tries to be different. This one in particular, instead of showing spectacular action shots, will reflect the pleasure and the camaraderie enjoyed by all the participants of a “boules” game.
You can see a preview of this project (Parlez-vous boules?) in the “photos” section of this blog.

But the main problem of publishing a book is cost. It can be prohibitive, especially when dealing with a single publication. A larger order will always benefit from better financial conditions. 10 books are ultimately going to be cheaper than a single one, and 20 are even going to fetch a better deal.
I estimate the cost of 20 books to be around $35.00 a piece or maybe less.

Eventually, the key to this difficulty is to secure a firm commitment ahead of time from would-be purchasers. So, if you are interested in a acquiring this book, let me know.
The more the merrier.

Photographically yours,