David Custis Kimball - blog
You: Why Dave; why now?
Me: Well, I've two talented kids; the younger mentioned my stopping with the lectures. Then enthusiastically asked, 'Dad, can I help you set up a blog?' Moments later, Me: 'OK, that's a great idea, thinkin' they might just read it someday.
me ---> 'Gaarr of Blog' <---
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repressing gossip and hate-speech.
An Unmapped Ponderocity:
To say: '"He is a man of truth," is to say nothing; to say: "He is a man of of," is to state an elementary truth of logic.'
Winston Davids, 1969 - Trinity College Valedictorian - 1970; known endeavor: actuarial contributions to The Donald; since has contacted me and sadly is quite ill. Ask prayers for recovery; thanks for his brilliance and music.
Music, History, Theology, Humor
Don McLean’s ‘The Day the Music Died’, represents the death of three great musicians, but also tells of the tipping point where we entered the 1960’s, losing our faith in God and ourselves, especially the late sixties and the Vietnam war, a foolish enterprise that just killed in the name of what, death, and to play with deceivers, totalitarians pretending to be ‘communists’ on a battlefield of the extremely poor and vulnerable? Like the Altamont Concert where the Hell’s Angels were protecting The Rolling Stones and a person attacking the stage was stabbed to death, caught on stage. This late 1960’s event is new to me today, having listened to Glenn Beck radio this morning and going thru the motivations of this song, written some ten years after the tragic death by airplane crash of Buddy Holly, who was just married and his wife 6 months expecting. She also had her fetus die. Tragedy upon tragedy.
Meanwhile I lived thru this time, at College, studying Pre-med, 19th Century German Literature, Neuroscience, even Theology and all the while the best and the brightest survived, but everyone else were to be sacrificed into a war economy and hate.
One of the musics I will always remember was the Weselyan U. concert of the Charles Lloyd Quartet with Keith Jarrett on the piano… it was amazing; the lights would go out in the old chandeliers when the music reached a pitch and volume and tone synchronized to almost a microwave intensity, an audiowave force field that made everyone reenergized with the magic that is music, as wonderful as “Oh Herr Hilf, lass wohl, lass wohl, gelingen.’ That’s a Motet from my favorite 14th Century composer. One of the greatest spirit engaging sounds I garnered from Dr. Barber’s Music History course. He called me ‘Mr. K’. And many days I woke up thinking some ‘Metamorphosis’ was being relived. In retrospect my college life was an example of how ‘not to’ succeed, unless you were you were studying the ‘Phenomenology of Suffering’, like Kafka.
