In my dreams I never know
Whom I am going to meet.
It could be someone I grew up with,
Or a family member, or even someone
Who looks vaguely like the person in the parking lot
Or the shopping mall
Or the streetcorner
Waiting for the light to change to green.
Do you suppose
That I am in their dreams sometime too?
© 2012 George Heidenrich
(In My Dream 4)
Things that make a hero:
Something you are
Something you have
Something you do
Being in the right place at the right time
Or something you don’t even know about.
In the last group is Henrietta Lacks.
When she had cancer,
The doctors took it out.
Eventually she died.
The doctors discovered her cancer did not die.
They never told her.
They never asked her permission.
Her cancer is still alive more than 60 years later.
It has been the basis for discovering:
Many new drugs,
Cloning, polio vaccine,
Gene mapping, in vitro fertilization.
It even has its own name: HeLa.
All biology researchers the world over know about it . . .
But hardly anyone knows her name.
© 2016 by George Heidenrich
(You can read about it in Rebecca Skloot’s book:
The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks)
Words I might use someday: bloviating, sere, jejune, crepuscular, lief, popliteal, steatopygeous, or any of the words that appear on “Word of the Day” sites.
In the future, when someone writes a history of the United States, what will the chapter for 2016 be titled? “Truth or Dare?” “Truth or Consequences?” “Pandora’s Box?”
It’s clear politicians and scientists are not joined at the hip. For that matter, neither are economists, statisticians, or other experts. On the other hand, marketeers and reality show hosts? You betcha.
What do you think?
In 1906, Ambrose Bierce penned a classic called “The Devil’s Dictionary.” Today Sean Braswell and the folks at OZY brought it up to date. http://www.ozy.com/2016/the-devils-guide-to-the-2016-election/69871
In my dreams I have permission
to go places and do things I cannot do
when I am awake. For instance, last night
I went to a picnic in the rain and slush at my daughter’s friend’s house
on the beach at the lake on the far side of the community. I did not
get wet. I was not cold. There were fish four feet long swimming in the water
near the rocks. The umbrella did not work.
I saw it with my own (sleeping) eyes.
Try that when you’re awake.
© George Heidenrich 2012
Sleeping is one of my favorite times of the day. It gives me a chance to get in touch with my inner self, even though I’m sometimes mystified by what I see. But ideas occur to me then which I feel shoulda-woulda-coulda been investigated. When they are, and even when they did not come in a dream, this is the place I write about them.
Welcome to rambling with me! And feel free to share your experiences with me if something rings a bell with you (no, not the alarm bell). I’m not ready to wake up yet!