i suppose the outstanding example of this would be prince charles parading his environmental responsibility (and sensibility) posed before his bentley, powered by alcohol distilled from the less drinkable brandies produced on his estates. if you don't understand the point of this, you have no need to read any further, nothing i can say will lend you comprehension.
today i drove through the grounds of my old alma mater, whitman college, the flagship of contemporary college sensibilities on social and civic responsibility, and stewardship of the environment. the curbs were crowded w/ nary a parking space available with the latest in japanese automotive technology, with a smattering of the teutonic efforts toward same, and the parking lots absolutely filled with cars. as i neared birch creek road and powerline, two guppy vans full of students marked "whitman college" pulled through the intersection stuffed full of college students "immersed" in nature for the morning, heading back to campus.
early i glanced up the roadway to spot a tall bald headed man riding a bicycle in the rain, wearing about $400 of rain gear, meandering down the lane of travel oblivious to the doom that hurtled towards him at 55 per, his head down, riding "with no hands," reading a cell phone he held between both hands. but for him to look up, and the dullest sensibility would have taken in the sodden verdant foothills of the blue mountains, resplendent in green with the fresh growth of winter wheat, snow still in the higher foothills behind them, and in the mountains behind. but, the cell phone held him transfixed, instead of my grill, as i apprehended him in time.
how pretty are the blues? well, ireland pretty, i would suppose the easiest way to describe them. i once told a friend of mine, preparing for her annual sojourn to miami (and the beach) to visit her sister, that god would not be with her this visit. and, why is that, she inquired? i explained to her that god could not be in miami, because he was in residence in the walla walla valley that year, taking in the marvels of his creation.
as for my own pretensions in such/other matters? well, i am as i am. that being imperfect. but, i do think that i have the god given good sense not to run my bentley on alcohol distilled from my shitty brandy. (as if ... .)
which raises the question. how could someone produce so much shitty brandy? you'd think that they would starve, from want of anyone who would drink the crap. and, if it were good brandy, you would think that no one could ever admire the spendthrift who would distill it to drive his car. home, jeeves!!!
john jay @ 04.12.2017