The sun is setting as I sit looking out at the creek, the vista in front of me full of greying light and the still barren branches of the trees clawing to the sky.
Mahler plays in the background. He seemed right for the moment, a day in which I have been enraged and sad, felt broken and hopeless, contemplative and escapist.
When the alarms went off this morning, the screen of my phone was cluttered with news pushes from the BBC and AP about the tragedy in Brussels. I rubbed my eyes and attempted to focus, not wanting to believe what I was reading. But it was there, a truth that had entered the world, unwanted but present, never to be put back in any bottle.
I hit the snooze alarm and closed my eyes, staying there until I had to break into the day. Playing commuter, I made a round trip to the city today for a meeting I felt I could not miss. If I missed my train, I might miss the meeting.
It seemed inconsequential when I really thought about it, a media meeting balanced against the carnage of Brussels, another IS attack on western civilization. However, our worlds go on and we met and it was good and some business might develop from it and we never talked about Brussels.
We are becoming inured to the cadence of troubles that has burst upon the world. We are accepting all of this as the new normal, much as did the Russians did during the last fifty years of the Empire when anarchists struck again and again. You have to go on because what else does one do?
Perhaps we should take a break, think about what is happening, see what individually we might do to change the horrible road we’re on.
We don’t really know how to change the map, the road; we do our best, or our worst, and keep on going. We are, at this moment, caught up in the flow of history and we poor individuals don’t know how to do much to change it yet it is somehow, in democracies, in our hands.
Ted Cruz has apparently called for the patrolling and monitoring of American Muslim communities. I wanted to take my phone and throw it across the drive when I read that.
How do we make them our friends when we cast them all as enemies?
It is frightening and complex and every Muslim I know is as appalled by IS as I am. Monitor and patrol their communities? He is taking a page from the Trump playbook.
As I drove to the train this morning a commentator on “Democracy Now” which I do not often listen to, claimed that if there were a Brussels style attack in America just before the election we will be looking at a President Trump.
And I was afraid he might be right.
On my way out of town tonight, on the 4:40 heading north, I might have been imaging it but it seemed there were a lot more soldiers in Penn Station than there normally are. And I understood it.
Facebook notified me that Facebook friends of mine in Brussels were all safe, for which I was grateful.
I am frightened tonight. I am going into the city again tomorrow and that doesn’t frighten me. But the world in which we are living frightens me.
“The War on Terror” may not be the best option in dealing with this situation which is rapidly, I think, growing out of control.
We have failed to address systemic issues in the Mideast and are reaping the rewards. Just saying…
I am in the third act of my life. It is for my younger friends and relatives I am concerned.
It is for the world I was born into that I am concerned. It is slipping away from us. IS is taking our peace and our consumption habits seem about to take much else from us.
Scientists are saying global warming is worse than they thought.
No wonder I am playing Mahler tonight.
Letter from the Vineyard 
Letter From New York 04 09 2016 As it happens…
April 10, 2016It is one of my favorite times at the cottage; the sun is setting and twilight is arriving. As I look out the front window, seated on my sofa, the view slowly becomes very like a black and white photo. There are only woods, slipping away into the night, a few branches slowly blowing in the soft wind of a cool spring evening.
Touring Amazon Prime Music, I added a playlist of “Classical for Reading” while I sip a martini and type, laptop balanced on my lap. It had been my intention to go out and attend a gallery opening down in Hudson but after Nick and his father, Martin, left after completing a few finishing touches to my newly painted bath, I sat on the couch, read for a while and decided that, no, I wasn’t headed out; I was staying home to enjoy my cottage.
Last night, I did the same. Watched “Grantchester” on line and then drifted off, reading a book on my Kindle.
As I sat, as I normally do, having lunch at the bar at The Red Dot, reading and bantering with Alana, the owner, the individuals around me were chattering about the New York Primary, scheduled for the week after next. Bernie will be in Albany on Monday and one woman is calling in sick in hopes of getting into the rally. The once solid upstate affection for Hillary has seemed to cool this year and it’s Bernie that is capturing the attention.
Hillary is playing well downstate and I think is headed upstate soon. It’s a big contest for the two of them, particularly now that he has won Wyoming. “Pivotal” is the word newspeople are using to describe what happens in New York on the Democratic side.
Hillary herself says she needs to win big, according to the Washington Post.
Ted Cruz had a relatively warm reception in upstate New York when he spoke at a Christian school here but did not fare as well downstate, which finds his “New York values” statement more than a little offensive. He was, I do believe, booed in Brooklyn.
Donald is trumping through the state, playing on Cruz’s statement and is leading on the GOP side here in New York.
Arianna Huffington has become a great promoter of sleep. Yes, that’s right, sleep! She said in a radio interview that The Donald is exhibiting signs of sleep deprivation. It’s a point of honor with him that he only sleeps four hours a night.
Meanwhile, Turkey, a country I visited some years ago and was one of my favorite places, is facing warnings from the US and Israel about tourists going there; credible reports of potential incidents in Istanbul and elsewhere have caused the warnings. A bomb in a bag was exploded today in Istanbul by police, two slightly wounded when they did so.
In Brussels, “the man in the hat” was arrested. He has been ardently searched for by authorities for weeks and was apprehended. Mohamed Abrini admits to being there, being “the man in the hat” and while he has been apprehended the threat remains all over Europe.
It was a very good day for three sailors in Micronesia, who had been reported missing. They spelled the world “Help” in palm fronds and that was spotted by a rescue helicopter and they were picked up from the uninhabited island.
Tomorrow night there will be a documentary on HBO about the legendary Gloria Vanderbilt, done with her son, Anderson Cooper, the CNN anchor. She reveals in the new memoir accompanying the documentary that she seduced both Frank Sinatra and Marlon Brando, not to mention Errol Flynn and Howard Hughes. What a life she has led…
She is 92, by the way, and doing quite well, thank you! The book is called, “The Rainbow Comes and Goes.”
And now, outside, it is dark, the music plays and I will end and cozy up with a book.
Tags:Amazon Prime Music, Anderson Cooper, Bernie Sanders, Brussels, Claverack, Donald Trump, Gloria Vanderbilt, Grantchester, Hillary Clinton, Hudson, Mat Tombers, Mathew Tombers, New York, Red Dot, The Man in the Hat, The Rainbow Comes and Goes
Posted in 2016 Election, Brussels terror attack, Claverack, Columbia County, Entertainment, European Refugee Crisis, Greene County New York, Hillary Clinton, Hollywood, Hudson New York, Mat Tombers, Mathew Tombers, Media, Mideast, Political Commentary, Social Commentary, Trump, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »