I recently listened to Gabriel García Márquez’s Nobel Prize acceptance speech for 100 Hundred Years of Solitude from 1982. His words were eloquent and his description of this spectacular work seemed to, not only provide insight into its essence, but also, into our individual lives. I felt like sharing a transcription of a paragraph from his acceptance speech and two videos of Gabo to celebrate him as a gift to humanity.
GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ: [translated] “The country that could be formed of all the exiles and forced emigrants of Latin America would have a population larger than that of Norway. I dare to think that it is this outsized reality, and not just its literary expression, that has deserved the attention of the Swedish Academy of Letters. A reality not of paper, but one that lives within us and determines each instant of our countless daily deaths, and that nourishes a source of insatiable creativity, full of sorrow and beauty, of which this roving and nostalgic Colombian is but one cipher more, singled out by fortune. Poets and beggars, musicians and prophets, warriors and scoundrels, all creatures of that unbridled reality, we have had to ask but little of imagination, for our crucial problem has been a lack of conventional means to render our lives believable. This, my friends, is the crux of our solitude.” From Gabriel García Márquez’s Nobel Prize acceptance speech in 1982
While Wall Street (including the large banking institutions and the Fed?) has proved that the current presidential administration and congress are unwilling to hold any financial institution accountable for the current economic calamity (course how could we expect them to when the bankers are key campaign donors despite a weak regulatory bill passed in 2010, the Dodd-Frank Act), citizens are under pressure once again, awaiting to see if the Military-Industrial-Congressional-Complex will push the country into another military conflict.
Martin Manley: Life & Death
Since the media outlets in Kansas City started reporting this website from Martin Manley, a resident of the KC area, there have been attempts to censor this man’s website, which begs the question: why?
If the immediate knee jerk reaction(s) to bring down the site were due to Martin’s choice to end his life when he saw fit, then why does our society (or even Western Civilization?) find this offensive? Or, rather, if it was the website’s hosting provider that attempted to stop the site, then how far do corporations (especially corporations involved with social media) have the right to censor users?
Regardless, Mr. Manley’s site is very interesting and thought provoking. I wish Martin well on his next journey and comfort to his family and friends who knew him.
Grain mills are a significant part of Missouri’s history and the remains of some of these mills are found on the Mark Twain National Forest (MTNF). There was a time in the not-too-distant past when farming families gathered at a mill near their community to have their harvested grain milled and to socialize with other people in the area. Many gristmills and roller mills operated near the spring branches in Missouri and were once important social hubs for communities.
Cultural Resource Management on the MT includes managing the remains of some of these mills. Since I started working on the MT, I’ve had the opportunity to monitor these fantastic sites that are open to the public. Here are a couple of mill archaeological sites near the Irish Wilderness in the MTNF.
Greer Mill is located near Alton, Missouri off of Highway 19 in the Ozark Highlands. Greer Mill was built in partnership by Samuel Greer and George Mainprize, and was in operation from the late 1800s to the early 1900s. The mill is a two and a half story roller mill that stands above Greer Spring. A system of pulleys and steel cables once transferred the power to operate the mill on top of the ridge.
The remains of Turner Mill are located down a remote gravel road deep in the forest.On the day that I shot this photograph, it was a rare cool day in July and steam was hugging the forest floor along the stream. I’ve seen the remains of Turner Mill before, but I’m amazed every time that I round the trail and gaze upon the immense size of the mill’s overshot wheel.
The wheel stands about twenty-five feet (7.5 meters) and sits in the stream along with drive shafts and a stone burr. The wheel and drive shafts look like parts that a giant being had dropped and have long since forgotten.
From the mid-1800s to the early 1900s, Turner Mill undergone modifications (and owners) but at its operational peak, Turner Mill was about four stories in height.
Promotional dementia, n. A mental disorder occurring when an individual within a company, corporation, or organization receives a promotion—an award that generally increases the person’s responsibility and possibly salary—and causes the individual to develop one or more of the following symptoms: increasing irrationality; mood swings; delusions of grandeur; decreasing use of common sense; memory loss; and alienation from his or her subordinates. Bob may have promotional dementia because ever since he received that promotion he has ignored his friends at work, yells at anyone who goes into his office after inviting them in, and has forgot about the raise that I asked for. Note: Promotional dementia may increase exponentially with each promotion.
While I work to get attention for my first novel (please see this site’s banner), I stick to my day job as an archaeologist managing cultural resources in the states. Sometimes my day job leads me to interesting sites in the field that have a human print, but its owner long gone from the scene of habitation.
Please read and share your opinion. I’m working to gather a readership so that we can have more journeys together. And of course to eventually see this novel in a print version!
The following is a brief synopsis of TROGA:
The Rapture of Genus Apis has two parts that alternate between the story of Frank Bernard and that of an unnamed narrator. The unnamed narrator complains of voices in his head and believes his country of Nacirema has deteriorated into a society of apocalyptic hysteria. He mocks strangers nearby that God has raptured the honeybee after he reads a daily newspaper headline: “Where have the honeybees gone?” However, to the narrator’s surprise, and to the people around him, he vanishes. The narrator finds himself on an artificial planet where he is confronted by the entity that has abducted, or raptured, the honeybees for their own purposes.
While the narrator’s journey is filled with wonder and danger, Frank Bernard is caught in the turbulent events occurring after 2012 in the country of Nacirema, during a time of religious hysteria and unchecked corporate influence. Frank’s path leads him to an unlikely friendship with a medicine man named Jonah Redsands. Unbeknownst to Frank, his future is about to collide with the Old Energy Corporation and its attempt to make weather into a commodity.
The Rapture of Genus Apis is adult fiction with elements of science fiction and satire. This novel includes themes such as loss, ritual, humor, and healing, around topics of end-time beliefs, privatization of society, and dwindling resources.