T P O

T   P   O
The Patient Ox (aka Hénock Gugsa)

G r e e t i n g s !

** TPO **
A personal blog with diverse topicality and multiple interests!


On the menu ... politics, music, poetry, and other good stuff.
There is humor, but there is blunt seriousness here as well!


Parfois, on parle français ici aussi. Je suis un francophile .... Bienvenue à tous!

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Showing posts with label Biographical (Personal). Show all posts
Showing posts with label Biographical (Personal). Show all posts

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Armadillo by Morning - by TPO, David Petete, and D. Douglas Irby

 

TPO: 
Woke up yesterday morning thinking of the 8 years I had wasted in Texas ... then images of armadillos crept into my head ... followed by the song "Amarillo by Morning" ... only the song morphed to "Armadillo by Morning"!!!
Strangely enough, somebody named Petete must have had that same experience a while back ... and put it in a song album.
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 David Petete:- 
[click the link below to listen to the song, then go back one page ( < ) to come back here.]
Armadillo by Morning
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"Armadillo by Morning"
by  D. Douglas Irby *
(with apologies to George Strait)
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Armadillo by morning.
Road is hot as hell.
Everything that I got
is right inside my shell.
When the sun is high
in the Texas sky,
I'll be walking down the interstate.
Armadillo by morning.
Armadillo, seeking a mate.

I made a burrow in Houston.
Ate some grubs in Santa Fe.
Mated with a lunchbox
somewhere along the way.
I see a Lone Star can
in my cold dead hands
before the day is said and done.
Armadillo by morning.
Armadillo overrun.

Armadillo by morning,
eyesight's poor as hell.
Everything that I got
is right inside my shell.
I ain't got much time, 
'cause the road ain't kind.
But, the highway's always calling me.
Armadillo by evening.
Roadkill is what I'll be.
Armadillo by evening.
Roadkill is what I'll be.
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* -  © D. Douglas Irby


Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Climate Change in Minnesota? - by Hénock Gügsa



Climate Change in Minnesota?  

- by Hénock Gügsa  -


Global warming? Climate change?

You don't believe any of it? 

Then, come to Minnesota!! ... It's been pretty dry most of January ... temps in the twenties mostly ... maybe a week of sub-zero weather. 

Today around 5 p.m. (after I made this video), we got about 2inches of fluffy snow. I took care of the driveway in 15mins!





Sunday, December 7, 2014

Tribute to Loved Ones - by Hénock Gugsa


Henock Gugsa
 Tribute to Loved Ones
by
Hénock Gugsa
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Monday, November 3, 2014

Free, Joyfully Free! - by Hénock Gugsa


 
Free, Joyfully Free!
by Hénock Gugsa
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Zack is free ... yes, he is! He has officially retired! No more putting up with freaking supervisors, managers, and CEO's aides!

I called him a few minutes ago at his home. He had just gotten out of bed and was lazily getting his breakfast when he answered the phone. Last night he had come home from his last day at work, hurriedly gotten undressed, and taken a long luxuriating bath. Then, he snuggled in bed with his wife. He stayed sleeping while his wife got up in the morning, kissed him on the forehead, wished him a restful day and left for work. He slumbered in bed a while longer listening to some music by Handel and Bach that was playing on MPR (Minnesota Public Radio).

I noticed Zack sounded different ... somewhat at ease, and even cheerful ... not the old stressed self. I asked him how his last day at work went. He said just fine ... they respected his desire for no fireworks, and he got a nice farewell card signed by many of his colleagues. What's more, the manager had arranged for him to receive a generous gift certificate in appreciation of his years of service. That was a very nice touch, and Zack duly expressed his gratitude to everybody for everything!

He was in fact very happy with how everything turned out despite the rather strained and gloomy work environment now prevailing there. The new supervisor, who replaced  the old (retired) nincompoop, is kind of "creepy", Zack thinks. But that is neither here nor there ... and it is not going to affect Zack's spirit going forward.

I told Zack I will see him soon and more often. He said okay, he's cool with that. He and I are cut from the same cloth ... you might even say we may be one and the same person. And you may not be too far from the truth! Good luck, Zack! .... Good luck, me?!



Friday, August 15, 2014

TMS, my TMS ! - by Hénock Gugsa




TMS (Tafari Makonnen School, Addis Ababa, Ethiopia)

Hénock, age 12TMS, my TMS !
by Hénock Gugsa
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I was only nine-years old when I began my serious schooling at TMS (Tafari Makonnen School) in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia.  The year was 1958, and I'd joined the 3rd grade, class "3-B" to be exact.  The school’s director was Monsieur Prévost, and Monsieur Gagnon was the assistant director.  At that time, TMS had in attendance both boarding (adarii, in Amharic አዳሪ) and day students (temelalash, in Amharic ተመላላ).  The grades began at 3rd and ended at 12th.  So, as a result, there were students as young as eight and nine years of age or as old as eighteen, nineteen, or older.  And certainly, TMS was an institution unto itself, with a tradition and dignity all its own.

The school was founded by the late Emperor Haile Selassie in 1926 before he was coronated and while he was still Regent to the Crown.  He was then known as Tafari Makonnen, and hence the school’s name.  Back then, it is generally agreed, Tafari Makonnen was a progressive, and future-oriented leader who valued "education" and the youth of his country as vital national resources.  He wisely elicited the assistance and support of foreign friends, in particular Canadians.  And perhaps because the Emperor was a French speaker, the school began getting French Canadians as both instructors and administrators.  To name a few of the long-time and well-remembered French Canadians at TMS, we had Messieurs Zipfel, Prévost, Richer, Plamondon, Gagnon, Laurendeau, Beaudry, Charpentier, Viens, Gagnier, Gareau, Payeur, and Turenne.

From my first day of school at TMS, I was simply overwhelmed and in awe of what was being offered there.  There were wonderful buildings with clean classrooms, good furniture, and excellent teachers of all mix … Ethiopians, Indians, Canadians, Americans, etc.  There were, at least, three soccer fields, two basketball courts, a volleyball court, and also a tennis court (although that one was strictly for faculty).  I, of-course, was enthralled by the playground with swings, climbing poles, etc. To this day, I sure miss those swings!

As a freebie, our Canadian benefactors introduced us to an unheard-of sport: softball !  And they supplied all the gear and everything!  I remember Mr. Laurendeau hitting home-runs.  The ball would be irretrievably gone ... gone into the neighboring Israeli Embassy grounds! What fun!

Up until 1961, I believe, we used to have a TMS soccer team (Shewangizaw Agonafir, Kiros Lakew, and Tibebu Menkir were some of our star players).  We, the students, used to stay after school and cheer our team during inter-school games.  We were pretty good!  On "TMS Day", the students' team would go up against the teachers' team.  This grown-up group consisted of at least one or two Canadians and a consistently wonderful cast of Ethiopian teachers (Ato Zelleke, Ato Begashaw, and others whose names my fellow schoolmates are sure to remember!)

The classroom courses were Amharic, English, Mathematics, Science (Biology, Chemistry, Physics), Social Sciences (History and Geography), and French (above ninth-grade).  There were Current Events, and Debating clubs (remember Mesfin Habtu!).  We even had a fine auditorium for audio-visual, and other presentations.  And in the earlier years, we had a marching band with school colors, etc. for parades and such.  And everyday in the morning, we used to sing the national anthem outside in front of the flag pole! 


What else did the school offer?  Oh yes ... there was carpentry, book-binding, carpet weaving, gardening, gymnastics (physical exercise and a free shower at the end), a small student-run bank, a mini radio station operated by students, and last but not least, boy-scouting!

In the eight years that I spent at TMS (1966 being the last year), I was one of the fortunate recipients of a very fine education, and wonderfully enriching influences.  I still appreciate the good works of teacher Abebe (whose son, Minasse, was a schoolmate and a friend), and teachers : Kassahun, Bravinder, Rodrigue, Beaudry, Laurendeau, and Turenne.  I also fondly remember Teacher Assafa ("the scientist")!  It is a great testament to the school that any former student can cite the names of more than two teachers as good benefactors.  If exceptions are to be made, they will surely be minimal.

In conclusion, what is the best tribute I can pay to my old school?  I can state confidently that TMS had a supremely outstanding and unique feature, namely its democratic modus operandi.  All students were equal in the eyes of the school.  It did not matter if you came from a rich or a poor family, and your ethnicity or religion had absolutely no place or effect on your status as a student.  The only thing that would distinguish you was your performance … your diligence in your studies, in sports, and other extra-curricular activities.  We, the students, developed respect for our elders and for each other.  To a large extent, I am sure that we have all turned out very well!

Thank you, TMS!

The remains of the old swings at TMS !

** TMS photos by Yafet Tekle **

Monday, August 11, 2014

The Ever-present Self - by Hénock Gugsa


The Ever-present Self 
- by Hénock Gugsa -

Awake ... yet again!

ummm ... ummm ... ummm .... aahh .... yawn (and a slight burping sound) ....

Recognition of sensation of light and warmth is next. But it takes a few seconds before the sense of self-awareness takes over. Aha, so this is a living spirit inside a vessel known as a human body. Strange ... but why does this happen a lot lately ... this feeling of being an alien on a rent-a-body mission? The good thing today, however, is that this "self " is not feeling any aches or pains anywhere on the body's acreage. Correction: a little tremor or twitch is happening to the big toe on the left foot!

Alas! Got to get out of bed and go to the bathroom ... the bladder needs to be relieved. And that is done. The self is slowly transforming to the first person singular. And so, I am at this point halfway awake, but I still want to crawl back into bed, curl myself up and attempt to return to whatever or wherever I came from. So I am back in bed and I get into a quasi-zen meditative zone.

I attempt to analyze the self: What am I? Where am I? Why am I here? Where is here? Where was I before I was here? Is here here and was it here before it was here? If here was not here where was it? If here is not here where is it? Will here be here always or is here here only now? Oh, yes ... now! When is now now? If now is not now is it then then? Will now be then tomorrow? And will tomorrow be now? If so, is now always now?! ....

And so it goes ad infinitum. But my head has cleared up and I am able to open my eyes wide and face the day. 


Now seems permanent, and the spirit in the self senses that it will always be around somewhere, everywhere!


Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Letter to the Editor - by Hénock Gugsa


To: letters@pioneerpress.com 
                                            
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                                                                                        May 16, 2014

Dear Editor:

I was fascinated by the small, special, social interest item that was in your paper on May 11,2014.  The little article was in the left top column of a reproduction of the St. Paul Sunday Pioneer Press , May 10, 1914.  Although, most of the headings in the microfiche (?) copy were quite legible, the main body was quite blurry and hard to make out at times.  However, because I was so intrigued by the title of the article, I went to work to try and remove the obstacles.  I am happy to report that I have been successful in my endeavor!

Please find herein the results of my efforts.  The picture is in jpg format and can be magnified.

Thank you for your wonderful paper, and best wishes for continued success!

Sincerely,

Hénock Gugsa ----------------------------------------------------------------------
St Paul Sunday Pioneer Press, May 10, 1914
Boy is Whipped After Rescuing Drowning Youth
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Special to the Pioneer Press

     Duluth, May 9 - The fact that Theodore Trudel, 8 years old, saved the life of his companion, Harry Nyborg, 4 years old, did not save him a whipping today when he went home with wet clothing.  The Nyborg boy fell into St. Louis bay while playing near the Northern Pacific railroad bridge on Rice's Point.  Theodore jumped and dragged his playmate ashore.

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*** The Saint Paul Pioneer Press published the above letter in the OPINION
section of their May 20,2014 issue. My many thanks to them.  ***
 



Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Circles, Logic, Unity - by Hénock Gugsa



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Circles, Logic, Unity
By
Hénock Gugsa
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I don’t know what it was, but I woke up last Friday morning with restless and impatient meanderings of the mind. For some reason, I was thinking of circles in all their variations and sizes. Strangely, the process of thought that was in motion was also of a circular nature. 

I would progress from one notion or concept to another in a deceptively linear fashion. But all the time, I was steadfastly and almost effortlessly holding on to the original thought and its seedlings. The experience was both tantalizingly refreshing, and mentally stimulating.

Think of circles, and imagine them … regular round circles, oblong circles, ovals, conical ones, and orbital ones. Think of the earth and the endless heavenly bodies. Think of our universe, and the universes beyond, and the universes within universes! In my mind’s eye, everything is both physically and metaphysically circular. Add to this the concepts of centricity and concentricity … now we are off and running and we haven’t even smoked anything!

Of-course, the first time I was introduced to the circle was in high school geometry. But that was only a superficial and benign encounter with this extremely crucial phenomenon of our existence. Then again, back at that time, my mind was not sufficiently developed to absorb the abstract side of a deceptively simple thing called a circle. In point of fact, I am embarrassed to admit, it was only in the last fifteen years or so that I began to really appreciate the immense significance of the circle.

Historically, we’ve been told, mankind has long been aware of the circle … in the daytime there was the sun, at night the moon … circles of celestial bodies! Then, we are told that the invention of the wheel (a circle) was the harbinger of civilization. Early abodes were circular, and many cultures have long had circle dances. So, the question is: why are we drawn to the circle (no pun intended)?

Some years back, a work colleague and I used to have interesting dialogues about general societal matters that also touched on religion and politics. He had very strong views and beliefs that could easily be classified as conspiracy theories of the strange kind. He believed that the world was under the control of the Masonic society, and that we were all being manipulated and are headed toward a certain Armageddon. The signs were everywhere, he used to say. And he actually meant all the logos of companies and corporations that displayed circles of one kind or another. Indeed, we still see all these round comets that seem to be traveling in circles. My friend likened them to snakes that are assaulting their own body … the fangs opened wide while engorging the tail. Thus, to him, circles were never some benign phenomena.

My views, on the other hand, have tended to be less dramatic and more didactic. At any rate, I am hoping that they are more positive and hopeful for mankind’s future. I believe in simplicity for the sake of clarity and easy understanding. In my reality: The circle is us, and we are the circle. No sinister conclusions need to follow!

So we ask: Considering the thing (the circle) in itself, what do we know or what have we learned?

In mathematics, there is a study of what is called the straight line (i.e., the number line). The two opposite ends of the line are presumed never to meet as each moves away, “infinitely”, in its own direction. But this is a wrong conception because the idea of infinity is ill used here. In actuality, it is not only possible but also probable that the opposite ends of a straight line will meet. All that is needed is the introduction of π (pi) which is a mathematical constant found on the number line. It is also the one and only “infinity” factor that is part and parcel of the circle!

How is a circle formed or created? Well, you need an origin, a starting place. From there you go a distance of π in all directions and connect those points. That is what we do with a pencil and a protractor, as I remember it. The origin is very important as it is also indicative of the destination. It is a point, a dot … and a dot is also a circle if you really imagine it. It is a starting point, and we assign it a number: 1.*

The oneness or unity of origin and destination is mathematically observed or enforced when multiplication (or division) of any number by 1 results in the same number!

Continuous travel to the east ends up in the west at some point. Extreme left and extreme right eventually are one and the same. After all what is the difference between Stalin and Hitler? They are one and the same evil.

During a self-awareness exercise, the psyche (the soul) may be grounded or tied down by notions of individuality. But deeper meditation will reveal that all dualities, all adversarial situations, are resolved by their coming together to a focal point. This point is the origin, the beginning. So, from whatever point our thought process emanated, we tend to come full circle to the beginning. Alpha has become omega, and vice-versa.

Conclusion :

My mind’s meanderings thus far have been circular. At times, they may have seemed strange or looney even to me. However, somehow the concept of the circle makes extremely good sense. Is it a coincidence that the vortex of thought in its cyclicality reminds me of a cyclone? The eye at the center of a cyclone is the unity point, the origin. At that point, chaos turns to tranquility. And when we depart from there, we are back again in chaos. In the same manner, we can think of all dualities existing in the same place at the same time for eternity (the infinity aspect). On/Off, Light/Dark, Good/Bad, and Sanity/Insanity are all within the Circle. And Unity (oneness) has been made clear by Logic
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* It is a mathematical and logical impossibility to assign zero (0) as an origin point. Besides being a void, an empty hole, zero can never be a divisor to any number.