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!

* Your comments and evaluations are appreciated ! *

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

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Remembering ETHIOPIAN fondly - by Hénock Gugsa


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 Remembering ETHIOPIAN Fondly
- by Hénock Gugsa  -

Ethiopian Airlines - I still love that company despite some evil people's attempt to get rid of me by volunteering me to the People's Militia. I could have been killed in the Ogaden back in 1977-78. A kind and loving God thwarted that when He heard my dad's fervent prayers. Instead, He laid a path to safety, freedom and peace for me. It is wonderful and proper that l now have  no bitterness ... in fact, I am delighted that Ethiopian is doing so well!

With reference to the Ogaden ... that is a big swath of land in eastern Ethiopia that is mostly desert. The neighboring country, Somalia, had crossed the border and invaded Ethiopian territory. The Somalis could have easily been stopped early on, but the government of Ethiopia at the time (a communist dictatorship) wanted to use the invasion as a political tool. Ethiopia's communists thrived on fear, economic depravity (drought, famines), and continuous wars. Glad that nightmare is long gone now!


Best wishes, ETHIOPIAN !  


The surfing cat eludes the enemy!



Wednesday, March 18, 2015

What is love of country? - by Hénock Gugsa


What is love of country? 
- by Hénock Gugsa  -

[ In Response to "Rudy-Giuliani: Obama-Does-Not-Love-America", 
Atlantic Monthly (02/2015) ]*

Is it something that is only displayed through words or rhetoric ...
or is it something more substantive but indescribable ...
something that comes from the heart ...
something that is selfless, that is altruistic, that is non-judgmental?

Can you prove your love for something by disproving others' love for that same thing?
Aren't you fostering and inflaming your own hate by questioning others' love?!
Are you really that selfless, are you more patriotic than somebody else just because you say so?

Have you looked in the mirror of late? Have you observed the log in your own eyes?


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*http://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2015/02/Rudy-Giuliani-Obama-Does-Not-Love-America/385647/


Monday, March 16, 2015

Lest I Forget - by Hénock Gugsa


Hénock Gügsa
 Lest I Forget 
- by Hénock Gugsa  -

Something somber and serious this time ...

One morning, a long, long time ago in Ethiopia, a little boy five or six-years of age was outside playing in front of his house. In the center of the compound with five households, there was an old water well that served everybody including the little boy and his family. 


As the little kid was scampering around, he came upon a little kitten. He picked it up, and for some unknown reason he sauntered over to the well.

He looked down into the abyss of the well, maybe three-hundred feet down, where he could see the black glistening water. He also noticed that the wall of the well was dank and dotted with some smooth pebbles and jutting rocks. The boy was curious if any living thing could successfully clamber up the wall of the well ... up from the water level all the way to the top.

There must have been some devil or evil spirit in the vicinity of the boy because suddenly and impulsively, he threw the kitten down into the well. The little animal's scream as it fell was spine-chilling, and when the kitten hit the water it immediately began to wail as it swam to the sides of the well. Panic and guilt started to overcome the little boy as he realized the horrible and thoughtless thing he had done. Nothing to do but go, run and hide somewhere.

It was not even three minutes before the neighbors heard the animal's scream for help. Very fast and very efficiently, they threw down into the well a wooden bucket tied to a sturdy rope. The little kitten was still alive and fighting for dear life. Somehow, it got on or attached itself to the bucket. And in no time, the poor animal was triumphantly rescued by those good people. 


But what about the culprit? Nothing! Everybody was so busy helping the kitten, they had no time to stop and investigate the crime.

The little boy was inside his house, hiding under a bed.

Well, that brat is now an old man.  When he remembers the terrible thing he did back when he was a little kid, he is filled with regret and shame, and his eyes well up with tears. But he is thankful that the kitten was saved. He has since become an unabashed lover of cats, and he erupts in fury whenever he hears about cruel things people do to animals.

Guess who that little boy is now.
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Moral of the story:   Be kind to animals ... especially to cats!


Henock & Curie - A Man and His Cat



Friday, February 20, 2015

The Vagaries of Old Age - by Hénock Gugsa



The Vagaries of Old Age
by Hénock Gugsa
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What are you thinking when you’re 65 and looking at the abyss in front of you … what lies ahead? One thing for sure – it’s going to be full of surprising discoveries about mortality. As far as you are aware, you have not traveled down this road before. It is going to be a new and unique experience despite the testimonials of others older than you.

What are these discoveries? Well, some are small and others are huge. They may be benign or they may be devastating. And since you are now old, you have nothing else to do but to be preoccupied with them. You seek them out, and when you find them (or they find you), you can’t help but dwell on them. You constantly talk about them, you rhapsodize, and you even write about them if you can tie yourself down.

We begin with the positives.

First: you begin to worry less about tomorrow because in effect you are already in tomorrow-land.

You can make a list of things (activities) with which you can occupy yourself. Preferably, they are voluntarily selected by you, and there are no deadlines, and no serious accountability or consequential commitment should be attached to them. The common denominator to these activities is that they be personally rewarding purely for the accomplishment aspect alone.

You may forget things, and as long as you are not in Alzheimer territory, you should relax. Nobody will blame you for forgetting an appointment now and then, and you won’t be expected to remember everything from the past.

You have really no need for a watch or a clock except as tools to remind you of mealtimes and when to go to bed. You don’t care a whit about calendars; every day is really a continuation of the previous one with slight variations. You may notice changes in the weather, and you may even talk about it just for the thrill of annoying someone. But you know there’s nothing you can do about the weather except move somewhere else … and you won’t because you don’t wanna!

Lastly, you notice you have begun to enjoy the little things in life as if you were a little child. And that’s alright because this is the beginning of your second childhood. You enjoy stealing cookies from the cookie jar, telling silly knock-knock jokes, and being bratty like a six-year old. You can get away with tantrums mostly because nobody’s paying you any mind. But you don’t care because you think you rule!

On the negative side …

Sometimes, you are paranoid about bad surprises …. You are now aware that you clear your throat a lot whether you are about to speak or not. There is always either a dryness or an abundance of mucus permeating the entrance, the passageway to the esophageal canal. If you are not careful or attentive, the slightest excitement can bring on a choking fit. What you drink, how you drink … what you eat, how you eat … and even how you lay your head on a pillow can be perilous feats. At night, when you swish the mouthwash in your mouth, don’t even dream of gurgling … focus your mind on what you’re doing. Don’t go off daydreaming!

You need many props in your daily meanderings … railings on stairs, and handle bars in buses, bars, and bathrooms.

When you get up in the morning, you have to take quick stock of your physical status. What is the “ache” level today? You must remember to stretch and do some side-to-side raised knee swings from a horizontal position. Lower back pains could be so debilitating … lumbar herniated disc, sciatica, etc. are as bad as kidney stones or bad toothaches.

Hearing is one of the early problems you encounter. So you have to use your other facilities to make up for the loss. You need, for example, to will yourself to be constantly alert and physically aware of your surroundings. Pace yourself, be smart and use nearby tools to get around the obstacles life keeps throwing your way. Have you heard of something called “CC” or closed-captioning?

Conclusions:

Old age is a whole new ball game. It is something not many people are prepared for. And if you thought you were, you’ll find many undreamt-off surprises in every corner.

One always needs to weigh the carefree abandon one associates with happy old age against the unrelenting daily (moment-to-moment) care and caution one needs to employ.

On balance, it seems to this writer that old age is indeed full of vagaries … some are fun and some are unpleasant. Depending on your philosophical outlook and your mental disposition, you as an old person may turn out to be a good player.


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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?!