Mr. Smith finds yet more friends . . .
Friday, October 17, 2025. It's the Satyr's day . . .After a cloudy morning, moderate to strong Southerlies are forecasted to bring the sun to TulseyTown this afternoon along with upper 80's. Rain chances are indicated for this evening into tomorrow morning. The warm-cool Fall rollercoaster is under way.
Yesterday, I got ahead of myself thinking the NO KINGS protests were today … so I'm reposting a corrected notice :
With the No Kings protests happening Sunday at thousands of locations nationwide, this will be the third significant day of protest during the second Trump administration... If you are willing, able and available, find a protest near you and attend—behave, keep your eyes open, and be careful. Two locations are scheduled in Tulsa. One at 7st and Memorial in the center of the metro area that begins at 9a.m. and is scheduled to end around 7 p.m. The other is to be at Boulder Park from Noon to 2p.m. No Kings protests are also planned in Bartlesville, Talequah, Muskogee and Stillwater and many other locations throughout Oklahoma.
Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, American dramatic film, opened in theatres today in 1939. Directed by Frank Capra and starring Jimmy Stewart, it angered the political establishment but won wide acclaim from the public and received 11 Academy Award nominations.
The play and screen writer Arthur Miller (“Death of a Salesman”) was born on this day in 1915 New York City.
Thich Nhat Hanh (1926–2022) and Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. (1929–1968) shared a friendship based on solidarity with the suffering of one another’s communities. –“A Friendship for Peace,” Meditations, The Center for Action and Contemplation.
When you love beings… not just for their intelligence – and other ephemerical but discernable qualites – but for what those beings have in their very depths, you love them equally: they are entireties. What is surprising is not that we love them all, but rather that we may find what is worthwhile – Friendship: a profound mutual confidence between people, and the joy of knowing that others exist.
Luna Moths . . . No Kings
Thursday, October 16, 2025. It's Thor's day . . . and forecasts for TulseyTown indicate increasing clouds this afternoon, brought by moderate Southerlies and mid 80's. A warm weekend ahead with a brief cooling on Sunday.
With the No Kings protests happening tomorrow at thousands of locations nationwide, this will be the third significant day of protest during the second Trump administration. The first were the Hands Off! protests of April 5 which drew an estimated three to five million attendees, and the second were the June 14 No Kings protests, which drew an estimated four to six million marchers. Both were historic in terms of their size, and both were important as physical manifestations of the continued vibrancy of democratic action in the United States of America. If you are willing, able and available, find a protest near you and attend—behave, keep your eyes open, and be careful. Two locations are scheduled in Tulsa. One at 7st and Memorial I the center of the metro area that began at 8a.m. and should end around Noon. The other is to be at Boulder Park.
An earlier post had a link that didn't work. Here's one that does.
As if Trump's manic antics weren't enough to protest, there's a long list of specifics flowing from his administration. Among them that our voting rights are under an attack that is about to be sustained by the Supreme Court. – Heather Cox Richardson, in Letters From An American.
Same age, years younger. – Robert Reich on his and Trump's aging, online 10.16.25
Injury is the invitation to live from the inside out . . .Until we were injured we were under the delusion that we were secure from humiliation, and that, in the spirit of that word, we didn’t need a well-developed sense of humour; until we were injured we didn’t really accept that we were just as amusingly and not so amusingly vulnerable as everyone else. – David Whyte, Injury, Consolations II, Many Rivers Press, 2025.
The Luna Moth Has No Mouth
…
Maybe we have it all wrong and the moths
are trying to save us susceptible humans from
this prison of codependence: ego enabling ego.
Luna moths, our diminutive heroes on a fool's
errand, without mouths, live only a week or so,
yet spend that precious time
delivering that same unheeded message
dont waste your life on those who
will never love the way you do.
– Rigoberto González , from “The Luna Moth Has No Mouth,” published in Poetry, October, 2025.
The Godfather is dead . . .
Wednesday, October 15, 2025. It's Odin's day . . . and moderate Southeasterlies are forecasted to maintain warm sunny skies for TulseyTown, with upper 80's this afternoon.
Jack Smith is back in the news. And he's not holding back. – Joyce Vance, in Civil Discourse.
Smacking synchronicity – today is the birthdate of novelist Mario_Puzo (The Godfather), born in 1920 New York City.
An update on the government shutdown was posted last night by Heather Cox Richardson, in Letters From An American.
Today is the birthdate of philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche, born in Röcken, a village in 1844 Prussia.
“God is dead...and we have killed Him.” – Nietzsche.
Nietzche is often misquoted as having said only that “God is dead.” By “we have killed him” he meant the strangulation and ritualization of religion by languaged attempts to put God in a box. He may have been reading Virgil.
Speaking of Virgil. Today is also his birthdate. The Roman poet was born Publius Vergilius Maro on this day in 70 B.C.E. near Mantua, Italy.
“ If I cannot move heaven, I will raise hell.” ― Virgil, The Aeneid, line 312
While The Organ Peeled Potatoes — by Anonymous
It was midnight on the ocean;
Not a street car was in sight.
The sun was shining brightly,
And it rained all day that night.
'Twas a summer's night in winter
And the rain was snowing fast.
A barefoot boy with shoes on
Stood sitting on the grass.
The rain was pouring down,
The moon was shining bright,
And everything that you could see
Was hidden out of sight.
It was evening and the rising sun
Was setting in the West.
The little fishes in the trees
Were huddled in their nest.
While the organ peeled potatoes,
Lard was rendered by the choir.
While the sexton rang the dish rag,
Someone set the church on fire.
"Holy Smoke," the preacher shouted,
And in the rush he lost his hair.
Now his head resembles heaven,
For there is no parting there.
I saw a great, big, tiny house
Ten thousand miles away.
And to my view 'twas out of sight
Last night, the other day.
The walls projected inward,
The front door round the back.
Alone it stood between two more.
The walls were whitewashed black.
A great, big, tiny house I saw
Ten thousand miles away.
And to my view 'twas out of sight
The other day, last night. – in the public domain (I think. There are many variations)