Saturday, October 18, 2008

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Mike
This is beauifully written and a rare tribute to a friend. However, I disagree when you say Hal was surrounded by creative people but he wasn't one of them ..In my occasional get-togethers with Hal over the years we often talked about business, first his advertising work and later his role as producer/director of TV commercials. It was his job to be creative, and I think he did his job well.
John
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When I think about Hal I try to bring together each of the facets that made up his personality. He wanted to be outsize and memorable but he banged up against his limitations and couldn't bring himself to accept them. He was in a business surrounded by creative types but he wasn't one of them. He wasn't 'talent' but he wasn't a 'suit' either.

He kept his insecurities to himself, he was very closed, very private, so it is doubly hard to put him together in a written sketch. He hid so much of himself from us, and only occasionally, when he was bleeding, did we glimpse a little of what lived under his skin.

His self-protective shield was anger, not a blistering anger, but rather a blustering anger. I loved him for it. It was clear to me that he used his anger to keep himself separate from his life's accumulation of ticks and harrumphs, experience and memory.

When Hal dressed for his role -- the role he played before us, his audience -- when he prepared the fiction that became his self, his character, he dropped deep into his unconscious and the role he played actualized into himself, without deliberate intention, and therefore, paradoxically, into a genuine self. The man we saw on on stage was real.

He never told us that he was dying. We are not sure whether he knew it or whether he was in denial. By not telling us, he deprived himself (and us) of a farewell; we never got to tell him directly how much he meant to each of us, how important to us he was, and, most important, how much we loved him.

Friday, October 10, 2008

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Lifeboat an Alfred Hitchcock film with Walter Slezick ,William Bendix Tallula Bankhead directed by Hitchcock.Walter is the german uboat captain;Tallula ,the starlet. Slezack was committed to survive and secreted food while the others starved. I think Bendix who was wounded was weaked and unfit was killed by Slezak so they could conserve water. Lets all as survivors, the remaining beings in our lifeboat, commit to share the remaining supplies and nobody pushes anybody overboard.
ss

At the moment of death life stops -- and we will not know that our existence is over.

ss



What has HAl's death meant to us, personally and as a group. What did it feel like when realizing that the number of empty chairs for Greenberg, Aronsohn, Spencer and
Alas, as Hal's parting shot reminds us, we can not, like those in the movie, be saved from death. None of us can survive. Now what the fuck can we do about that? Make believe?

g

The emails before our meeting were thought provoking, the conversation outdoors at Henry's helped to add definition and clarity to the summation of our view of Hal but the ass kicker, the
post script to the story was Craig's revelations and additions to Hal's life and death story.
And then the renewed discussion after Craig's departure . Now there was brand new information which shed light on all the principle players and their motives. What a spectacular evening. Unrivaled in the annals of "Boys Of HM regular evenings out and about". A rare peek in to the clotted heart of a man who was overcome by disease and twisted disappointment in life and love.
Whether we understand it or not we have witnessed a very sad waste of human potential and it ain't over yet.
ss

When Gross pointed to the places, "over here," for Aronsohn, and "that place" for Spencer, and "this place for Danny, and Hal, by me; for a moment, I felt as though each were present. Something broke the spell, someone said something too soon--maybe it was Hal....

All worlds change and vanish. It looks as though our's is vanishing now. I have had enough of change. Lets think of another way our only experience is life. We will not experience our death. We may be bailing as fast as we can; but there's no one who can repair the leak in the lifeboat. The odd, strange thing is that we will each carry on, mostly ignoring the dead end in our future, until we arrive it --and then we won't know it.

mek

Lets think of another way our only experience is life. We will not experience our death. Death is
this then when there is no more life. Only the survivors will experience our absence of life.
If you want an afterlife ,a second installment then there are alot of good stories out there. Learning everyday how to live fully in the present. That is it a finite number of present moments
till the last one. The biggest economy to prolong the number of present moments in which to live is sleeping less. That gives me more real added time not hopeful fairy tales.
ss

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

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My life-long friend Hal died on September 26. So I looked up "friend" in a few books of quotations. Some fit, some don't.

"Friend: a single soul dwelling in two bodies." Aristotle -- not Hal and me, no we were certainly not a single soul.

"A friend is, as it were, a second self." Cicero -- could be. Hal had some attributes that I would have liked to have had. His quick wit. His ebullient self-confidence. (Well, he really wasn't self-confident, but rather, he knew how to act with confidence.

"A friend is a present you give yourself." Robert Louis Stevenson...could fit. He was someone whom I always enjoyed being with. Lots of laughs.

Well, none of those ideas about friends exactly fit my relationship with Hal. Ever since I knew him when we were 13 or 14 he was angry and had a hostile wit...I never figured out his source of anger but it was deep and inbred. I knew both his parents--is mother was warm and very beautiful brunette, and been a B-Movie actress in the thirties; his father was a very wealthy man, but a little distant.

Hal had been adopted by his father. Hal was actually the son of what used to be called a "butter and egg man," who is buried in Washington Cemetery in Brooklyn, off Ocean Parkway. I never learned his name. Something in me remembers Hal referring to Breakstone Cottage Cheese, but I don't know whether that's my faulty memory or Hal's imagination. Who knows? It might even be my own imagination's eagerness to build a story.

As a boy Hal valiantly went out for football and warmed the bench with me, rarely, if ever getting into a game. He was afflicted with the flattest feet his doctor had ever seen; but that did not dissuade him from going out. Coach Quinn kept him on the team mainly because Hal was an inspiration to us all, running laps with his guts falling out, but persevering when others quit, and always finishing the required number of laps, even as night fell on the track.

He told us that he went out for football at Michigan. Of course, he never expected to make the team, at least I think he never expected to make the team, but with Hal one never knew what his expectations of himself actually were. He didn't make the team, but he went out.

After college his father offered him the family business. Hal turned it down. He wanted to be in show business and so he took an usher's job at the Ed Sullivan Show on CBS. Imagine, turning down a fifty-thousand dollar job that was guaranteed to lead to the ownership of a huge company--but Hal was true to his heart. Show business it would be and he took an ushers job.

Somehow, that lead to advertising where Hal eventually was responsible for directing and producing many of the Procter & Gamble and Timex television ads for Grey.

Later he opened his own production company, Randelman Productions, and Grey continued to use him because of his extraordinary abilities. He was proud of being a "producer," and being able to pull thnigs together when other people couldn't. He won a Cleo or two, but never bragged about it.

Hal was proud of knowing the "right places." Whether it was travel or dining, I could count on Hal to tell me where to go...

Saturday, September 13, 2008

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This is what I wrote on June 15, 2003. That is what I am doing today.




Sunday, June 15, 2003
My job today is to re-file or toss all of my files. At present I have laid them all out on my dining room table in an effort to sort them. Looking at the mass of materials is making me very anxious. Bloggerbasic still hasn't answered me about sprellschek.
# posted by Buster Stronghart @ 1:22 PM
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What I don't know of a subject I fill in with an imagined rainbow of facts, distant from the subject at hand, somewhat hazy, and yet fulfilling a general need for knowledge--whether accurate or not.

---

I am one of those men who keep a running ledger of losses.
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I want an attorney who is prudent and wise, and provides me with deliberative counsel.

Here's to us
Who's like us?
Damned few.
And they're all dead!

I want to afflict the comfortable and comfort the afflicted.

I know a man who clings steadfastly to an ever changing set of principles.

If your mother says she loves you demand a second source.

He gazes back with nostalgia to a world that never was.

I have read so many books that promised to change my life. -- But none have.

My adolescent dreams follw crooked paths. Empty prayers dwindle.
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Personal liberation is finding the courage to live your own life.

But she made me feel that I existed only in her. -- and I did.
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Great truths are often contained in small absurdities.

Elements of continuity outweigh the elements of change.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

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"Be sure to read no mean books. Shun the spawn of the press of the gossip of the hour. Do not read what you shall learn, without asking, in the street and in the train."

Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

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Was it you?

You think I forgot

The iron bed

and those yellow sheets

The whiskey bottle on the night table

The quiet music coming from

The next room. Your clothing

on the floor, A fragrance of

only you.

Whispers coming from the leaves

Of the oak tree at the window

And your whispers, too, in my ear,

Did I bite or was it you?

That, at last, I have forgot.

MEK

Aug 2008

Sunday, August 17, 2008

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Dear Scott:

Thanks for giving me all these examples of what a billion is. And also thanks for reminding me about all the taxes I might pay if I had any money , liked to go fishing, or were in certain businesses.

But when you tell me that that things were better 100 years ago, and that mothers stayed home and watched the children, I ask you--was that in a beach front apartment at Southpoint or the Hermitage? Are you saying that our grandparents and parents had an easier life than we have?

Did they live on the beach and go out for dinner 4 or 5 times a week? Did your grandparents even have a telephone on which to press 1 for English? Did they take vacations, go to Europe, go on cruises? Did they collect social security checks and did they have medical insurance or Medicare?

One hundred years ago was 1908. The 16th Amendment authorizing the income tax was passed in 1913. Before that we had an income tax during the Civil War and during the Spanish American War.

One hundred years ago we still had the 60 or even 72 hour week, there was no Workmans' Compensation, Child Labor Laws were far in the future, people lived in tenements without plumbing. Many of our grandparents and great-grandparents worked in sweatshops six days a week and seven days during the season--that meant both mother and father. Piece work was taken home where all the family worked on it including five year olds. None of them had tax problems.

If you worked on the railroad and in most other industries, and had an accident you were merely dropped from the payroll. There was no sick pay and no paid holidays. No one even heard of vacations. Children died from bad milk, tuberculosis was rampant, the streets reeked with garbage, and most people were crammed four, five and six in two rooms. The toilets (outhouses) were still in the backyards of the Lower East Side. But there were no tax problems.

It's hard to believe but many Jewish women turned to prostitution. Yes, don't say no. They didn't pay taxes either.

Newspapers were published in dozens of immigrant languages because most immigrants didn't speak English. Not only didn't they speak English, but also they paid no taxes.

Do you really think that things were better when all the taxes that were enumerated didn't exist?

Here's what my grandfather had to say about taxes when I complained to him about all the deductions on my paycheck:

"Michael, in Russia there were no taxes. We paid nothing. But every spring the mud was up to our knees--and that was INSIDE the house. ...Here there's no mud--so pay your taxes and stop your whining."


Mike

Friday, August 15, 2008

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Joe G: Don't piss in my face and tell me it's raining.

Joe G: I don't mind when you shove an umbrella up my ass--but when you open it and twirl it around--
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Change yourself--not the world.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

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Worry is a substitute for action.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

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Dear X,

Because I value your judgement so much I read the libertarian piece more carefully a little while ago. As I am a strict opponent of argument ad hominum I shall not dig too deeply into the rightist hatred of Roosevelt and isolationist hatred of Churchill and the Brits. Just remember who Ludwig Mises and Ayn Rand were.

As I said in my first note some good arguments were made. I have been moved. I see that the arguments against dropping the bomb should have been taken more seriously than I thought. Especially when the statements of military men who were on the scene at the time are taken into account.

Their statements, however, were all based on their sense of the dubious morality of roasting women and children rather than on military necessity. In fact, a careful reading elicits, in me, a suspicion that the writer of the review, was not only anti-Truman-Roosevelt, but also was against our entry into the war.

Apparently some philosophers or theologians believed that our insistence on unconditional surrender was at fault. It was felt that the Japanese did not want to lose their Emperor to a war criminal trial and so they were reluctant to give up a war already lost. The morality balance, therefore shifted from their shoulders to ours, because our terms were unclear to the Japanese.

When Raico, the author, writes "the Japanese," he appears to mean the Japanese public. But the only Japanese in a position to make a surrender decision were Tojo and the very war criminals who would have been tried. Their influence on the Emperor, who might have been tried as well, was overwhelming.

Although it has nothing to do with the Bomb, Raico also drags into his piece our entry into the war against the Germans, complaining that it was 'said that "had we not gotten in then the Hitler would have conquered the world." (a sad undervaluation of the Red Army.)'

Odd, when one remembers that it was American munitions and American food delivered on the Murmansk Run that kept that Red Army on its feet. Raico also attacks Churchill, and quotes JFC Fuller, a British military historian, who if memory serves, was cashiered from His Majesty's Army over a dispute regarding tank warfare after WWI.

Libertarian Raico can't help but quote the laudable conservatives who opposed the bombings. (Usually after the Missouri Battleship Peace was signed.)

He quotes Felix Morley, a founder of Human Events (please don't tell me that you are reading that too.) Father James Gillis of Catholic World and David Lawrence another pre WW 2 conservative are also quoted for their attacks on American atrocities. (If they protested then, on the spot so to speak, why wouldn't we protest in retrospect?)

Coincidently, last night on Air America, I heard the same arguments from Thom Hartmann. A man who deals in half-truths and is very close to Rush Limbo when it comes to lies and deception. Why can't we have Truth coming from the left-progressive instead of propaganda imitative of the right? Goebbels is too much with us, right and left.

Anyway, why is Hiroshima coming up now? It's not an anniversary, as far as I know. What's the tie in?

The Atomic Bomb, as it was quaintly known during the race with Germany to build it, was not thought to be an immoral weapon during its conception and development. We firebombed Germany and caused massive causalities with little demur from the public at the time. We wanted a bomb that would destroy the enemy (originally Germany) and would end the war.

When it became apparent that the war with Germany would soon end the target shifted to Japan. It seemed impossible to negotiate with them-although Roosevelt had some doubts about the use of the bomb against actual people, they were not expressed forcefully, and he did suggest a demonstration with Japanese observers, it seems that his idea was slight and was overlooked. By September 1944 an Air Force group was already being trained to drop the bomb.

A problem that FDR did not have to deal with was the political effect of a two billion dollar secret project that diverted money from other, possibly more effective war projects. Had FDR been alive and strong he might have been willing to deal with the politics--but poor HST, knew nothing of the project except what Stimpson and Marshall told him. He was at their mercy. The Bomb would have to be set off -- on people.

The problem for us, as citizens sixty years after the Bomb, is that we cannot share the hatred and fear that the Japanese Army engendered in us then. We do not know how we would have felt then--except to compare our thoughts today on the Iraqi citizens.

We know that the US is divided into a camp that thinks as little of them as most of American felt about the "yellow, squinty-eyed Japs" in 1945. There was little or no division then. Japanese atrocities against the Chinese in Naking and against our captured troops were well known. Today the gap between the two is very wide, and I would guess that only 10-15% of Americans bear any hatred at all towards the Iraqi civilian. This wasn't the case in 1945.

In any event--I have been moved, and I recognize the argument on the other side.

To bed!

NY tomorrow. I expect difficult days. I'll let you know.

mike

I got most, but not all, of my information from one if the articles quoted by Raices. "Foreign Affairs, Barton J. Bernstein, July/Aug 2000.
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It is important to know the meaning of enough.

Friday, August 01, 2008

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REGARDING THE FILM, "EVENING"

I think it was last year--maybe a few months ago, that you told me to see "Shadows." As I try to take most of your advice, although not as in a timely a manner as you might expect, I did see it.
I saw it tonight with great appreciation for its painterly quality and for its final wrap-up-scene-and-summing up-theme which was that there are really no mistakes, that we each do what we must, that all is for the good, and that what seems to matter doesn't really matter.
As you will remember it takes place in the home on the Newport shore in which we all should have been brought up and in which we all should have lived out our lives, but the writer of the film points out that it wouldn't have made any difference; that the noble thing was to marry the wrong person for that was the right thing to do, and have children who are brought into the world to make the same mistakes (which don't matter in the end) that we did.
When you are very young and hotly in love it is better to choose a star for your lover than to write a note in philosophy class asking. "what's for lunch" --anticipating a coming lesson on Nietzsche (or was it my Grandfather? well, it was one of them) who said, "Food first, then Philosophy." -- No, it was my Grandfather, and he said it every year during the endless Passover productions that my Aunt Sylvia would put on. He also liked to shout out, while banging his fist on the table, "Too much food, not enough Vodka!" Poor Aunt Sylvia.
It was this Grandfather who taught me the only dictim I know, "Hate the bosses, love the Workers" and who had Patti, and my cousins hold onto our belt buckles while pledging to "Never cross a picket line,"
Another lesson from the movie: If you have two children then one can live the wrong life, the one you would have liked to have led, while the other can live the right life, the one you chose, but which was really the wrong life for you.
Whoops, was it "Shadows" or was it "Evening" that you recommended? But then did it matter?
mek