It’s Metaphor Week at the NDD! First, a definition. A metaphor is a direct claim that
A is X. A simile is similar, but it says A is like X, not A is X.
Want to stay young at heart? Have not only the courage of your convictions, but the courage to explore them thoroughly.
Drawing and commentary 2025 by Marty Coleman | napkindad.com
Quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald, 1896-1940, American author and screenwriter. Ironically he died at the exact age of the older person in his quote.
My older sister and I are a lot alike in some ways. Because of that, on occasion we can grate against each other. In 2009 my then 91 year old father had a fall and broke his hip.
My younger sister, who lives closest to him and sees him often, was just about to go on a long planned family vacation when it happened. My older sister and I flew out to take care of him while she was gone.
Honestly I had a bit of anxiety wondering if my sister and I would get along. We ended up spending 10 days together taking care of him in the hospital, sometimes tag teaming it, other times being there together for the entire day. The rest of the time we were at my younger sister’s home. We didn’t argue, we didn’t grate and we didn’t disagree about anything, at least not from my perspective.
What we experienced was miniscule compared to what happens in a calamity the size of the events in Japan, Haiti and Banda Aceh over the past few years. But the idea is the same; in circumstances where you are either trying to survive or helping someone else survive you lose interest in petty squabbles and selfish positions.
The question is, how do you tap into that sensitivity when life is ‘normal’? What do you have to remember, do, say or not say to make it happen? Give your insight and advice in the comments, ok?
Sadly, it’s one catastrophe on top of another on Day 4 of Catastrophe Week at the NDD
The man who discovered the power of the atom, the man whose brilliant understanding of the universe led to a burst of scientific discovery, that man, Albert Einstein, said this. And he was right.
Our human mode of thinking is still dominated by fear, greed, power and prestige. It’s as if we were given new ingredients for a new recipe in a kitchen with new appliances but we insisted on cooking it according to an old recipe. We cook, disaster. We try the same recipe again, disaster. One more time, disaster.
I think it’s time we realized we are in a new human kitchen and need new recipes for how to cook.
It’s day #3 of Catastrophe Week at the NDD. Remember that even if your world is normal today, there are plenty of people in the world, Japan in particular, for whom this is still another very bad day.
Easy for me to say. I am not suffering in the cold of northeast Japan with no water, no electricity, barely any food, family missing, and a very real threat of nuclear contamination.
If I were my thoughts wouldn’t stay long on what I have escaped. My thoughts and actions would turn to survival, finding what my family and I need.
But here’s the thing. It doesn’t say make the escape thought your only thought, just that you make it your first. Why? Because it brings your heart and mind into a grateful attitude. That attitude will help you hold to what is good as you move into your hunt to survive.
Catastrophes, cataclysms, and calamities are the topic of the week here at the NDD.
When I witness from afar the past 2 earthquake/tsunami combination disasters, the recent one off Japan and the one in 2004 in the Indian Ocean, I am struck how education raced catastrophe in both cases. Both are immense disasters, both overwhelmed the affected area far beyond their ability to respond in time. But there seems to be a huge difference between the two.
In the 2004 Indian Ocean event there was no immediate warning to citizens close by in Indonesia and Thailand and no warning to citizens hundreds of miles away in Sri Lanka. Close to 230,000 people died in the land areas around the rim of the Indian Ocean.
In the 2011 Sendai event warnings were given immediately to the entire population of the region and the country. The millions who lived in the affected area knew to get to higher ground almost as soon as the earthquake struck. Those who were hundreds of miles away in Hawaii and even further on the west coast of North America knew well in advance about the Tsunami. So far the death toll, in a much more populated area than the epicenter of the Indian Ocean event, is hovering around 1/10 of the other event.
Why is that? It’s because of education. Education was crucial in knowing how to set up a warning system and how to evacuate. It wasn’t perfect, too many people died. Yes, money has a lot to do with it, I know. The blame game can be played out against capitalists, politicians, and many others. But, no matter where the blame is laid, the more educated we are about any subject, especially those that can adversely affect millions, the better chance we have in the race against catastrophe.
In honor of and remembrance for those killed and injured by the Sendai earthquake and tsunami. This is my interpretation of ‘The Great Wave off Kanagawa’ a woodblock print by Katsushika Hokusai. Here is the original:
Calamity is the great leveler. It did not care if the person was good or bad, rich or poor, old or young. It didn’t care if they were driving a fancy car or a beat up one. It didn’t care if the person was an office worker with a smart phone or a farmer with an iron plow. Calamity only knew to level. No morality, no ethics, no prayer, no wish, no hope dissuaded it from its mission.
But calamity is no match for humanity. Humanity builds. It keeps what is good about being leveled, the lack of pretense and judgment, and builds from there. It does respond to hopes, wishes, prayers, ethics, morality. It does care. Humanity always beat Calamity. Always.
I am not a Zen master. Me saying that proves, of course, that I am one.
This isn’t about Zen Buddhism, about which I know virtually nothing. It’s about perception and the precision of language.
Substitute any of a number of words for ‘Zen’ in the quote above. Then what? Let’s use ‘self’ for an example. Are you trying to find yourself? Are you trying to find your ‘self’, in other words?
Where is that ‘self’?
Does it reside in your career, if only you could get a promotion?
Does it reside in your hobbies, if only you could be finish a project?
Does it reside in your friendships, if only you could be worthy of them?
Does it reside in your makeup bag, if only you would not age?
Does it reside in your kids, if only they would not age?
Does it reside in your golf clubs, in only you could reach par?
Does it reside in your religion, if only you could be good enough?
Does it reside in the future, if only you can find it?
Does it reside in the past, if only you can recapture it?
Or does your ‘self’ reside right here, right now? If it isn’t here right now, how are you reading this? Is it someone else occupying your body doing the reading? No, it’s you, it’s your ‘self’ doing it.
So, back to the ‘precision of language’ I mentioned. What you pursue is not your ‘self’. Your pursuits are those things I listed and more. You may want those things better understood, better defined, better lived. And that is good, pursue them all with great passion.
But call them by their name and don’t be sloppy with your name calling. Their name isn’t ‘self’. You are named ‘self’ and you are here right now. Indeed that is the only place your ‘self’ will ever be.
Vintage napkins put in my daughters’ lunches and taken to school. These are undated but most likely from about 2000. My daughters were in high school at the time so no, this is not over their heads.
What walls have you put up in front of your gravest dangers today? Are you now running headlong towards that danger because you have persuaded yourself it isn’t there anymore?
Quote by Blaise Pascal, 1623-1662, French writer, inventor, mathematician, philosopher and scientist
A thankful shout out to the Napkin Kin who have visited this week from the cities and towns of the state of Texas, USA. Waco (home of Baylor University and the awesome women of the Theta Mansion), Houston, Dallas, Austin, San Antonio, Temple, The Colony, Stephenville, Universal City, Ft. Worth, Frisco, Little Elm, Bellaire and last but not least, Katy, home of my loyal reader, friend and Tulsa ex-patriot, Brett M.!
