Monthly Archives: September 2022

City-slicker coyotes

Jack wrote this in September, 2006:

Morning blogsters:

Last night one of the cats awakened me from the window, even though that window’s now covered with foggy plastic.  I don’t know how she was able to pick up on what was going on outside, but I glanced at the monitor for the security camera when I saw the security light was on in the yard.

A spring coyote pup was out there wandering around checking things out.  That one’s going to be a problem before too long, I’m thinking.

Old timey country coyotes were as cunning as a living creature can be, but they could be depended upon to behave in certain ways.  They had a healthy respect for the cunning and destructive abilities of humans.  Out away from town one of the ways a person could keep down the number of coyotes coming in close bothering what wasn’t to be bothered was to urinate around the chicken house daily, and around the perimeter of where you didn’t want them.

When a person was bothered by with coyote-trouble, it would be a single one, not the entire pack.  The person could study him, identify him by a dozen traits, figure out his habits, and take him out without having to go after the whole pack.

Not so, these newfangled city coyotes.

I read in National Geographic magazine, I think it was, or maybe Smithsonian, yeah, I think it was a Smithsonian that Jeanne gave me, that coyotes have done a turnabout during the last 15 years…. nobody understands why.

There’s a new kind of coyote moving into the cities and towns, first time anyone knows about, and they’re living right there among us.  The article focused on the ones in one of the parks in Washington D.C.

I suppose I have more respect for the intellect of country coyotes than perhaps any other wild creature.  To be honest, I hate to even contemplate what’s going to become of things when a large population of them grows up in cities unafraid of people, watching people, same as they do in the wild, studying them, learning from them.

We haven’t heard the last of this.

Jack

Deviant Art

For several years, Jack was posting some writing on the website Deviant Art, a popular site for artists of all types: https://www.deviantart.com/
He went by the name screwball, if you’re interested in looking over his page: https://www.deviantart.com/screwball He wrote this during that time.

1961-63. Boston.  I fancied myself a writer and humdinger of a poet.

Five lady nursing students I went in and out of romance with all lived together in an apartment in Brookline.  Their parties included all manner of pointee headed types from Harvard, MIT, and Boston University.

Christmas, 1962, they had an enormous party at their apartment.  I composed a booklet poem to them with a chapter for each.  A Christmas present. 

I was overpleased with myself.  The piece was about on a par with a lot of the young poet work you see on DA.  The girls properly ohhhhed and ahhhhed and the booklet passed around to anyone at the party who wanted to look at it.

Late that evening a lady I’d been admiring from afar most of the night came into the kitchen while I was making a drink.  She was a senior, an English Major attending the University of Texas, but home for the holidays.

“I’d like to talk to you about that poem.”

I swelled up like a stuffed frog, expecting the praise people had heaped on me all evening.  “Yeah?” I preened.

“It really isn’t good.”  She was kind, not vicious.  “You needed to work on a lot more before you put it out for everyone to see.  They’ll think less of you for what you did.”

I don’t recall my response.  I do recall my shame, a few weeks later when the immortal words had simmered long enough to become trash.  I still appreciate what that woman did. 

There’s something analogous to DA in this incident.  It’s one of the reasons I like DA.

Jack

A delicate balance

Jack wrote this in September, 2006:

  • We want the rest of the world to be like us.
  • We want the rest of the world to want to be like us.

Time was not so long ago when the US cared so little about whether the rest of the world wanted to be like us, or not, the thought would have never entered their heads yea or nay.

What the rest of the world did was the business of the rest of the world.

The leaders of this country at the same time never wondered what the leaders of the rest of the world thought about them, or this country, nor cared.

During the Civil War, when the UK was trying to decide whether to join the French in the invasion of Mexico, the Prime Minister was saying a lot of things to the Queen about the leadership of the country (Abraham Lincoln), the reasons for the war, the conduct of the war, that Americans would have found painful to hear if they hadn’t been too busy killing one another to pay attention.

But they’d have found those remarks between the PM and the Queen painful because they contained so much truth.  Not because they cared a damn what the leaders of the UK thought about the US.

We’ve spent the last half-century trying to make the rest of the world want to emulate us, politically.  Most of the world wasn’t interested.

But we did succeed in a lot of ways nobody anticipated.

We shipped all our industry off to the countries we spent a lot of lives and treasure whupping the socks off of, trying to help them be like us.

We shipped all our industry off to third world countries because of the cheap labor trying to help them to be like us.

When we were minding our own business we had thriving industry, plenty of jobs, affluence.  Anyone who wanted a job could find one.

When we succeeded in making the rest of the world in our own image in some unanticipated ways, our industry became a dead shell.  All our jobs became government related, or pure government.

And in the process, the world we made in our own image wanted to be like us.  They wanted cars, television sets, air conditioners, microwave ovens.

They became super-consumers.  They began needing petroleum products for energy, for plastic rubber monster toys for the kids.  Petroleum to run their powerplants to refrigerate.  Petroleum to run their hair dryers.  Petroleum to run their industries.

They became like us.

The dead hull of US industry didn’t demand so much energy, but our automobiles, air conditioners and plastics requirements continued to do so.

But the rest of the world wanted it, too.

They became like us.  Prices skyrocketed.

So, now we don’t have any industry, don’t produce anything, but still need the energy to run.

And so, also, does the rest of the world because they’ve done as we hoped.  They became like us.

Now maybe we need to find some other ways to make them want to be like us, before they decide to be like us in some other unanticipated ways we’ll like a lot less.

Jack