Walking With Steve

Once a week, Steve Leveen, a friend and neighbor, and I would take an early morning walk. He’s a better walker than I am. And his dog is a better walker than Steve is. So, the pace we kept was halfway between Steve’s pace and his dog’s pace – which is to say, it was too fast for me.

When this ritual began, I forced myself to keep up with them for the 90 minutes we spent walking. I believed that what I was doing was good for me – i.e., loosening the hips and strengthening the walking muscles. But it had the opposite effect. It broke me down so that I could barely walk at all. It took me five weeks to recover.

Since then, I’ve realized that I’m better off accepting who I am as a walker – capable of walking for half the time at about 75% of the pace. Steve understood, so now we are walking together again, which means talking together again, which is the immediate pleasure of the experience.

This morning, we talked about foreign language acquisition, a subject about which I have a keen interest and Steve is fast becoming an expert.

Walking and Talking and Speaking French 

After retiring from his role as co-founder (with his wife Lori) and CEO of Levenger, a company that sells wonderful products to readers, Steve got interested in learning Spanish. And that – it wouldn’t surprise you if you knew Steve – quickly morphed into a serious dive into bilingualism. He spent a year at Harvard and a year at Stanford studying it. Then he spent a few years writing a very good book on the subject:

My interest in language began during the two years I spent as a Peace Corps volunteer in Chad, Africa, from 1975 to 1977.

Chad is a French-speaking country. The other official language is Arabic. I spoke neither, but I lied on my application to the Peace Corps, claiming to have had two years of high school French. I don’t know why I did that. But it landed me in N’djamena, the capitol of Chad, in a six-week, total immersion training program that included, among other things, French language practice.

To determine our level of fluency when we arrived, they gave us a standardized State Department test that was scored from zero to 4.0. Getting a 4.0 meant you could speak French like a native. I scored a zero, which meant – well, exactly that: I could speak no French at all.

I’m certain that I would have been immediately dismissed, except that the Peace Corps had already taken the time and spent the money to fly me halfway around the world. Plus, I was slotted to be an English Literature instructor at the University of Chad, and that required no French because the classes were conducted in English. Plus, the Chadian liaison with the Peace Corps was head of the English department. Plus, there was another volunteer that tested as poorly as I had. And he had actually taken two years of French!

When the director saw our test scores, he had two choices: Send us both home (and be short two needed teachers), or give us a chance to quickly learn enough French to be able to function at our jobs.

He gave us the chance, presenting it as a challenge. “If you can learn French well enough to score 1.5 on the test at the end of the six-week training program,” he said, “you can stay.”

We accepted the challenge and committed to it by vowing that we would speak nothing but French during that time. Not even to the other volunteers. Not even between us. Not even a word of English.

There were, I think, five people that had scored 4.0 on the test. Four of them were native speakers. One, I think his name was Richard, had studied French at Princeton. That group was exempt from the mandatory language classes that had already been scheduled as part of our training. The rest of the group was divided into three classes based on the test results: those that had scored 1.0 or 1.5; those that had scored 2.0 or 2.5; and those that had scored 3.0 or 3.5.

Alas, they had to create a separate class for Gromo (my friend’s nickname) and me. We were ferociously determined. We paid strict attention in class, did our homework assiduously, and spent every spare hour learning how to conjugate irregular verbs and decline nouns and adjectives.

At the end of the six weeks, we were all tested again. Gromo and I both scored 3.0 – putting us at a level of fluency usually attained after at least three years of college-level French. Four weeks later, I took the test again. I scored 3.5.

Ours was an impressive accomplishment. It put us ahead of all but a few of the rest of the volunteers. (I’m still impressed by it!) We went from no French to being able to speak it comfortably in less than two months.

One unexpected outcome of this experience was the way it affected my personality. The personality I had developed by that time in my life was largely expressed through what I felt was a strong command of written and spoken English. I thought of myself as smart and clever and displayed my imagined wit by using the linguistic tools available to me for doing so. But for six weeks, stripped of the ability to say anything even remotely clever in French, I found myself in a dilemma: I could be the guy that hardly ever speaks… or speak as the guy that is not very clever.

Apparently I found it impossible to be the quiet guy. Within a few days, I was speaking my modest French to anyone and everyone that would talk with me. But in doing so, I had to humble myself and accept the fact that the person my interlocutors were talking to was not the clever guy I felt I was in English.

I was happy to discover that it didn’t bother me very much. In fact, it didn’t bother me at all. Since I didn’t have the capability of expressing a complex thought, I expressed the thoughts I had in very simple language. The personality I had for so long crafted in English was gone. The limits of my French afforded me another personality. As someone later said, I was like Joey in “Friends.”

Not a bad role to play.

That was the story I told Steve this morning. He wasn’t surprised to hear it. He said that he had heard similar stories over the years while he was doing his research.

After our walk, as I was sitting in the pool, trying to cool my aching joints, it occurred to me that something similar had taken place with my sense of myself as an athlete. Since I wrestle and lift heavy weights six days a week, I had come to view myself as an athletically advanced septuagenarian. That is why I had, without being fully conscious of it, insisted on keeping pace with Steve on those earlier walks. But now, recognizing that I was not at his level as a walker and because I wanted to keep walking with him, I’d had to humble myself and accept a different role as a walker.

In acquiring skills, humility is a critical quality for success. To become competent at anything, you must be humble enough to accept that you are incompetent. To go beyond competence – i.e., to attain mastery – you must be humble enough to admit that you are merely competent. Many people have difficulty with this aspect of learning.

The same thing happens with aging – but sort of in reverse. After becoming used to working and competing at a high level, it can be humiliating to realize that you cannot do it anymore. If you can’t humble yourself into accepting that truth, you end up not being able to compete at all.

Ego can block you on the way up. And it can stop you on the way down.

Sad and Happy Fake News in the Real Art World

Allen Midgette, the man pictured below, died on June 16 at his home in Woodstock, NY.

Yes, he looks a lot like Andy Warhol, who died in 1987, 34 years ago. That’s not a coincidence.

In 1967, either because he was too busy, too fatigued, or (more likely) because he thought it would be a novel form of performance art, Andy Warhol recruited Mr. Midgette to impersonate him in a series of lectures on pop art that he (Warhol) was scheduled to deliver.

When asked questions by the audience, Midgette would answer them by saying the first thing that popped into his head. “I knew Andy well enough to know I didn’t have to worry about talking too much, because he didn’t,” Mr. Midgette said. “And I knew I could deal with people much more easily than he could, because I did.”

Warhol thought he did a great job. “He was better than I am,” the artist said. “He was what the people expected. They liked him better than they would have me.”

From the NYT:

Allen Joseph Midgett – he added an E to the family name later – was born on Feb. 2, 1939, in Camden, NJ. His father, Jarvis Midgett, was a ship captain with the Army Corps of Engineers and later a harbor master in North Carolina, and his mother, Dorothy (Jones) Midgett, was a homemaker.

He lived in Italy for a time and acted in several movies there, including Bernardo Bertolucci’s “The Grim Reaper” (1962, the director’s first feature) and “Before the Revolution” (1964). By 1965 he was back in New York and working at Arthur, the Manhattan discothèque, which is where, that year, he met Warhol, who had seen him in “Before the Revolution” and invited him to make films with him. Mr. Midgette became part of the scene at the Factory, Warhol’s studio, although he told Chronogram that he had not been as immersed in it as some of Warhol’s superstars.

Mr. Midgette also appeared in Warhol films, including “The Nude Restaurant” (1967) and “Lonesome Cowboys” (1968). And he continued to don the Warhol disguise occasionally, even playing Warhol in a 1991 Italian movie, “Suffocating Heat.” His acting career, though, was limited. In his later years he made artworks of various kinds.

In other fake art news…

A copy of Leonardo da Vinci’s “Mona Lisa” – known as the Hekking Mona Lisa – which was painted in the 17th century and marketed by art dealer Raymond Hekking, was sold at Christie’s on June 18 for $3.45 million. That was about 10 times its estimated value.

And here’s one more…

I just read this in Bill Bonner’s Diary:

“‘Modern’ or ‘contemporary’ art always seemed like a hustle,” Bill wrote. “Now, however, an Italian artist has taken the hustle to a new level…. His work is invisible.” Then he quoted this from the New York Post:

Salvatore Garau sold his piece, entitled “Io Sono” (I am), to an unidentified buyer last month.

Italian auction house Art-Rite organized the sale of the “immaterial” statue in May with a beginning estimated value coming in between $7,000 and $11,000. [It sold for $18,000.]

“The vacuum is nothing more than a space full of energy, and even if we empty it and there is nothing left, according to the Heisenberg uncertainty principle, that ‘nothing’ has a weight,” the Sardinian-born artist explained…. “Therefore, it has energy that is condensed and transformed into particles, that is, into us.”

 

The Good, the Bad, and the Uncertain

I’m not sure why I’m sending you this. What follows are notes I took about recent news events that caught my attention. Maybe, after you read them, you’ll understand why I sent them. In case you want to know more, there are links that follow each item. 

 

Good: “No, You Can’t Trespass to Indoctrinate My Workers” 

The Supreme Court struck down a regulation giving union organizers the right to enter private farms without permission in order to organize workers. The “regulation appropriates for the enjoyment of the third parties the owner’s right to exclude,” Chief Justice John Roberts wrote. He was joined by justices Clarence Thomas, Samuel Alito, Neil Gorsuch, Brett Kavanaugh, and Amy Coney Barrett.

Click here.

 

Bad: Hong Kong Daily Closed 

Hong Kong’s only outspoken pro-democracy newspaper, Apple Daily, published its last issue on Thursday, June 24. The 26-year-old paper was majority owned by Jimmy Lai, a wealthy critic of Beijing.

Click here.

 

Uncertain: Delta’s Force 

The Delta variant is the great threat in the US to our attempt to eliminate COVID-19, Anthony Fauci said on Tuesday, June 22. It’s spreading quickly in the UK and other European countries, and is expected to surge in the US, according to the CDC. British scientists are estimating that the variant is 40% to 80% more transmissible than the Alpha variant, which accounts for the fact that the caseload is up nearly 500%. The good news is that it is resulting in fewer hospitalizations and fatalities.

Click here and here.

 

Good: HR-1 Defeated 

An astonishingly anti-democratic, power-usurping Congressional bill, the first submitted to Congress by the Biden administration, failed to get the 60 votes needed to pass the Senate, even though all 50 Democrats voted for it. Among other idiocies, the bill made voter ID requirements illegal, gave voting rights to felons, and promoted ballot harvesting, which is custom-made for voter fraud.

If you’d like to know how crazy this bill was, Ted Cruz does a good job of explaining it here.

 

Bad: Google Nation Shrugs Off Challenge by Pipsqueak European Union 

The European Union opened an antitrust investigation against Google last week, trying to determine if they are making it impossible for rivals to buy ads on Google and Google-owned YouTube. Google is not sweating this. They are as rich as the richest European nations, they are growing faster, and they have no debt. Prediction: Google will end up paying a negligible fine and moving on with their nation-building empire.

Click here.

 

Uncertain: Big Blue Cities Recalling Refugees and Tourists 

In the Travel & Entertainment section of the WSJ on June 23, there was an article about how some of the larger, pro-BLM/defund-the-police Democratic cities are launching campaigns to draw tourists and fleeing residents back to enjoy their urban benefits. New York, Washington DC, Detroit, and Portland are busy promoting their parks, museums, and other amenities to raise post-shutdown revenues. We’ll see how that works.

Click here.

 

Good: Some Hope for Students’ Free Speech Rights 

The Supreme Court supported free speech for students last week in an 8-1 ruling that a Pennsylvania school district overstepped its authority by punishing a high school cheerleader who used vulgar language on Snapchat after she failed to make the cheerleading team. The ruling left the door open for schools to censor speech within school-run assemblies, publications, and communications. But they don’t have the right to regulate speech generally on social media.

Click here.

A Fresh Look at Aristotle’s Poetics

One of the best courses I took in college was Classical Literary Criticism, in which we read, among other things, Aristotle’s Poetics.

You might think that a literary theory developed more than 2,000 years ago would need some updating (at least!). But I’ve found no better tool for understanding and appreciating stories of every kind, including fiction and film.

I have two short movie reviews for you today, but first…

I recently came across a very good precis of the Poetics that can help anyone interested in the dramatic arts get more out of work that is currently being produced.

Check it out here.

Dancing at Emma’s Wedding

At Emma’s wedding last month, I couldn’t dance because my knee was f-ed up. And I like to dance.

I’m not a good dancer, but I have the ability to imagine myself to be one after two or three tequilas.

I took lessons once, which taught me how to hold and turn my partner, but I never mastered the movements from the hips down. I’m comfortable with slow dancing and versions of the swing – but when it comes to Latin dances, which depend so heavily on hip-foot coordination, I definitely need more training.

Antonio, a partner of mine in various businesses in Nicaragua, explained the problem to me. “You Gringos don’t move your hips. You only move your upper bodies. That makes you look stiff. We Latinos keep our upper bodies quiet while we move our hips.”

He demonstrated, and I could see what he meant. Hip-down vs. hip-up.

I tried to simulate his movements.

“No! No! That’s not it!”

He showed me again. I tried again. He shook his head.

He put his hand to his chin and thought a moment. Then his eyes lit up. He came over to me and held my head still between his big, meaty hands.

“Okay,” he said. “Now dance!”

I tried to dance, but I couldn’t. The best I could do was move my feet a bit, but my hips were frozen. Somehow, unable to move my head, I was also unable to move my hips.

“That’s what’s wrong with you Gringos,” he said.

I didn’t ask what he meant by that.

I would like to learn to dance better than I can because, as I said, I like to dance, and I intend to dance at the next family function.

But at 70, am I too old?

Some of the best-educated people I’ve met know almost nothing about economics. Some of them think they do because they are literate  and read Paul Krugman. In fact they don’t understand even the basics:
  • Why economics is fundamentally about human values
  • What money is and why it’s one of the most important invention of human history
  • The difference between cost and opportunity cost
  • Why profit is good for everyone — the business owner, the employees and the consuming public
  • How cronyism is different from free market capitalism
  • Why freedom is more important than equality
  • Why socialism inevitably makes economies poorer
  • What government can do and can’t do in terms of building wealth
  • etc.
Most of these are macro-economic issues. But economic ignorance can lead to bad decision making on a personal level and that will almost inevitably lead to making one’s life more dismal for oneself and one’s family.
How economically intelligent are you?
Here’s an essay and a mini-course that will give you a good idea.

Here’s a great essay by Bill Bonner (“Zombies Everywhere”) that explains why the entire US economy is on the decline, with GDP growth rates now at their lowest levels since the Great Depression.

It starts like this:

Why do empires collapse? And why do economies decay?

Keeping it all very simple…

A society prospers or declines depending on how much of its vitality is engaged in providing useful goods and services…

… compared to how much is spent grifting… stealing… politicking… and wasting time and savings on zombie companies, wars, and dead-end investments.

And appearances can be misleading…

To read the rest of Bill’s essay, click here.

And click here [LINK] for an easy-to-understand introduction to economics from the Mises Institute. The trailer is mediocre, but the lessons are very good.

Amazon Buys MGM: So What? 

The public narrative is this:

On May 26, Amazon announced it had cut a deal to buy Metro Goldwyn Mayer (MGM) for $8.45 billion. MGM has a catalog of 4,000 films and 17,000 TV shows, which have collectively won more than 180 Academy Awards and 100 Emmys. This is Amazon’s biggest move yet into the conventional entertainment industry.

The deeper story – the one that few people are talking about – is this:

The entertainment industry is a subset of the Information Industry. (Another subset is fashion, travel, and luxury goods of all kind.) And Amazon is just one of a handful of companies (including Apple, Facebook, and Google) that are gradually but steadily dominating it. Information is power. And with power comes control. These businesses are acquiring near complete sovereignty over their customers. They are fast becoming nations of their own. Digital states that may equal or bypass nation states.

And speaking of Amazon’s relationship with its customers… According to the company’s website, “Amazon’s mission is to be Earth’s most customer-centric company.”

Well, I was taking one of my rabbit-hole runs through YouTube the other night and came upon several examples of Amazon delivery people who don’t seem to have gotten that message.

In this first one, an Amazon delivery driver is caught stealing the packages he’s supposed to be delivering:

Here, a driver in Miami Beach punches a 73-year-old customer after he’s told he can’t enter the building without a mask:

And here, a driver beats the crap out of a 67-year-old woman in San Francisco:

 

The Beauty of a Good Conversation  

“Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative.” – Oscar Wilde

Earnest and well-meaning interlocutors are the worst. They talk about everything that matters in the most fervently boring way.

Next to them on my psychic-pain-endurance scale are kind and sensible talkers, people that speak incessantly about feelings – theirs or yours. I won’t deny it. I have feelings. At least as many as the next guy. But most feelings are ephemeral. And conventional. Unless they rise to the level of the pathological, they just aren’t special, no matter how special they may feel.

Then there are the memoirists – those people that can’t stop talking about everything and anything that happened to them since you last saw them. The dullness of their conversation is equaled only by their obliviousness to the unfortunate recipients of their chatter. Can’t they see that no one cares?

I do enjoy most business conversations. But that’s because there is almost always an objective and a time limitation. They feel more like contests than conversations. Let’s see who can get to the solution first!

I also enjoy philosophical conversation – when it is sincerely had, which is rarely the case.

Most conversations are social in nature, and when it comes to partners in social conversation, I look for wit and intelligence mixed with a good dose of irreverence and a soupçon of disdain. Those are the key ingredients in gourmet-level banter.

I’ve spent a fair number of hours reading the heralded literary conversationalists of the past. There are dozens of them. But the two I’d most like to bring back to life, for a little dinner party, would be Oscar Wilde and Dorothy Parker. Here is a sampling of each:

 

Oscar Wilde 

“I think that God, in creating man, somewhat overestimated his ability.”

 “Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”

“It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.”

 “Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go.”

“A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal.”

“There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.”

“Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.”

“There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.”

“Morality is simply the attitude we adopt towards people whom we personally dislike.”

“A gentleman is one who never hurts anyone’s feelings unintentionally.”

“The old believe everything, the middle-aged suspect everything, the young know everything.”

“Quotation is a serviceable substitute for wit.”

 

Dorothy Parker 

“The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue.”

“That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.”

“I hate writing, I love having written.”

“Those who have mastered etiquette, who are entirely, impeccably right, would seem to arrive at a point of exquisite dullness.”

“The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.”

“The only dependable law of life – everything is always worse than you thought it was going to be.”

“This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.”

“Of course I talk to myself. I like a good speaker, and I appreciate an intelligent audience.”

“A little bad taste is like a nice dash of paprika.”

“Constant use had not worn ragged the fabric of their friendship.”

“His voice was as intimate as the rustle of sheets.”

“She can sit up and beg, and she can give her paw – I don’t say she will, but she can.”

Art Thief Nabbed! 

German police nabbed Abdul Majed Remmo, the fifth and final suspect in the 2019 burglary of Dresden, Germany’s Green Vault Museum. The 22-year-old is the twin brother of Mohammed Remmo, who was arrested last year.

The haul, estimated to be worth $1.1 billion, included the 49-carat Dresden White Diamond, an elaborate sword with more than 700 diamonds, a diamond hat clasp comprised of 15 large diamonds and more than 100 small ones (made in the 1780s and worn to galas by Frederick Augustus III), and an Order of the White Eagle Breast Star with a 20-carat diamond at its center.

According to the reports I’ve read, the operation was fairly low-tech: “The burglars started a fire that disarmed the security system and climbed in through a window.”

If you’re as interested as I am in this sort of thing, here’s a link to the 25 greatest art heists in recent history.