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February 20, 2005

learning from Abe’s thick skin

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 3:07 pm

topHatAbe Lately, I’ve spent too much time responding to negative comments and misconstrued positions —  and, I’ve spent far too much energy trying to communicate with minds that seem closed (usually, by financial self-interest or ideology).  

 

If only I had the wisdom of Abe Lincoln, whose better approach is set forth in “Lincoln takes the heat,” (The History Net.com, by Harold Holzer, orig. in Civil War Times, Feb. 2001).   Holzer tells us that, although “Lincoln never escaped the bombardment of topical humor,”  the President was wise enough to know not to respond — even to lies.  When actor James Hackett apologized to Lincoln in 1863, for making public a private letter that “provoked howls of laughter from the press”at the President’s expense:
pennyS  Lincoln replied to reassure Hackett that the affair had not upset him. “Give yourself no uneasiness,” he counseled the actor, adding that he was not “much shocked by the newspaper comments.” His skin had long ago grown thick enough to withstand the satirical abuse fired at him during his 30 years in the political trenches.   As Lincoln touchingly expressed it, the endless taunts were but “a fair specimen of what has occurred to me through life…. I have endured a great deal of ridicule without much malice; and have received a great deal of kindness, not quite free from ridicule. I am used to it.”  (emphasis added)

The same ridicule/kindness quotation appears in an Associated Press article in many newspapers today, which is captioned “Lincoln is used to sell fries, bobblehead dolls,” in my hometown Schenectady Gazette, and “No rest for the man who saved the union,” in a Cleveland Plain Dealer article, and “Act 2: Lincoln’s image lives on” in the Washington Times (Feb. 20, 2005).  The A/P story quotes Lincoln impersonator Jim Getty:
“Today, Lincoln is an empty vessel for dreamers and schemers, for humorists and educators, trinket salesmen and appliance dealers looking to add a bit of cachet to Presidents Day sales.”

I wonder if even Honest Abe would accept being made the Patron Saint of ATLA this year, as the trial lawyers have done in their fight against the President’s slurs and tort reform.  (see our ATLA, Lincoln and Tort Reform.)

      The Holzer article wraps up with some important insights:

topHatAbeN America’s first humorist-president became one of its most often parodied presidents as well. But Lincoln apparently had less trouble accepting such taunts than do modern Americans scandalized by the likes of Desmond Pfeiffer; just as he could tell a joke, he could also take one. . .

Perhaps Lincoln’s optimism stemmed in part from a realization that humorists make a difference. That was true then as well as now. Purveyors of wit can provide a troubled people an occasional laugh in the midst of great tragedy.  Besides, Americans who laughed at Lincoln could always be comforted by the fact that the president laughed at himself.

  • A.J. Jacobs has apparently been listening to Lincoln — deciding not to sue Joe Queenan over his bad book review.  As Lincoln advised: “Discourage litigation. Persuade your neighbors to compromise whenever you can.   Point out to them how the nominal winner is often a real loser — in fees, expenses, and waste of time.”   If only James McNeill Whistler had been so restrained back in 1878. (Via Ted at Overlawyered)

I plan to try a lot harder to stifle the need to respond to antagonistic reviews and comments.  The nature of the weblog universe is that our ideas are out there and are magnets for those who disagree.  I respect the right for others to disagree — although I hope they do so in good faith and with an open mind (and I will try to listen to those folks in the same spirit) — but I am also going to start respecting my own right to let what I say stand on its own.  (related post:The Hardest Part of the Watchdog Role)

a great lord
drenching wet, passes
my cozy brazier

 

enjoying the great lord’s  topHatAbe 
good graces…
sumo wrestler

the great lord   GWg
forced off his horse…
cherry blossoms 

. . . by Kobyashi Issa, translated by David G. Lanoue

from dagosan:   

 

business lunch
starts with a compliment —
he raises his knife        

it’s just a bear, paw

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 12:10 am

As Dave Bear-y might say: “I’m not making this up.”   For the past two days,

a big story around these parts has been the discovery of a severed hand in the

frontyard of a suburban home near Albany, NY. (“Big Story: Dismembered hand

found in Guilderland,” WTEN.com, Feb. 18, 2005)  The remains, which

appeared to be a “man’s hand,” were found in a surgical glove, covered in

blood, with the finger tips removed; a Christmas ribbon was nearby.

 

“snowFlakesN”  A helicopter, a backhoe, and dogs helped a squad of cops search the

area for hours,  seeking the rest of the body.  Pathologists at Albany Medical Center

decided to x-ray the human hand today, when they discovered that it was not human

(“Discovered remains not human,”  CapitalNew9, Feb. 19, 2005; film clip, too)   Instead,

it is the claw of an animal made to look human.  The current working hypothesis is that

the claw used to belong to a bear.  Get more details here.  Stay tuned.




  • Next time I tell you all the news around here is weird or embarrassing,

    I hope you’ll believe me. 

 







bearS


boars and bears
are my neighbors…
winter seclusion




red-bearded grandpa’s
grafted branch…
his hand still steady

 

 

ISSA, translated by David G. Lanoue

 

phone old  Meanwhile, over here on the “wrong” side of the high-

tech tracks, we’re still wonderin’ why Evan, Jeremy, Mike, Denise,

Larry, Ernie, Kevin, Bob, and all the other gadget pioneers are making such

a fuss over PodCasts.  I’m sure glad I’m not an employer or supervisor

having to keep all the kiddies on task while on the job.  Too many distractions

in this world of ours, says haikuEsq, and Prof. Yabut concurs (along with

Ann Althouse, it appears).

 

tiny check  The f/k/a gang is pleased to say that we picked up one of those new-fangled

telephone contraptions and had our first transcontinental communication with Pasadena

today.  George M. Wallace really exists — and he’s got a landline in the Forest.  Too cool.







by dagosan:  

 

digital age:

aging digits

at the keyboard

 

 

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