Especially appreciated your response to falling in the street. Conventional wisdom holds that the first falling incident triggers a series= declining health is next.
You see it differently, and I'm sharing your unconventional wisdom with a friend in London who fell last weekend running for a bus after going to the theatre with friends. She spent three days in hospital, as they say in the UK, and is now marooned in her lovely upstairs "flat" which, ironically, involves five flights of stairs. My friend is 88 years old, still traveling the world as the editor of a travel magazine (Essentially America) which, as the name implies, is all about visiting and understanding us in the US.
Falls are part of the cyclical nature of life; from infancy we begin and to it we return. My relief of any discomfort of this change was soothed by the ability to find the grass along the walk to land upon during my recent fall. I'm thankful my mind was still quick enough to see each screen of the fall so I could remind myself to look for a soft landing. Keep walking!
Dear Mr, Keillor, it's good of you to admit that you've made accounting mistakes. That's not what that trial you excused yourself from was about. I'm surprised and disappointed that you make such a false equivalency.
Hello Mr. Keillor. Some years ago I scored in the 92nd percentile on the verbal reasoning portion of the Graduate Record Exam. When practicing for the exam I would often score in the 98th percentile or even get a perfect score but the stress of the actual exam hampered me. When "push comes to shove" as they say.
I attribute much of my success on that exam to listening to you and your show PHC. Where the verbal reasoning was out of this world. (Have you heard any Trumpisms lately? And how idiotic they are.) You, your show and your articulate guests put the current American dialogue to shame.
I did go on to get a Juris Doctor degree from an ABA accredited law school but I never went on to do graduate work in academics. I guess I was having too much fun listening to your show!
My understanding is that is an old English language formality predicated on Latin. It doesn't really have any meaning in modern English. In fact it arguably is a barrier to the greater freedom of expression of the modern English language.
I assume this is in reference to the old trope about not ending a sentence with a preposition. But setting aside the tiny quibble that this isn’t a sentence, it doesn’t end with a preposition in any case. Specifically, “from” is not a preposition in this case. Rather it’s an element of the phrasal verb “walk away from”.
I was kind of just trying to get a rise out of Garrison . . . and be something of a smartass too. But thank you for telling me about “phrasal verbs.” I’d never heard of those before, or rather, before you said it, I’d never heard of them.
I love this perfect prism, it’s a helpful way to view my world. I’m done looking at the world as it is and am now a fan of disasters and bluebirds on shoulders. Thank you.
I fell about a week ago when cutting invasive vines from the edge of the woods behind my house. I was already bent over close to the ground and landed in a deep pile of pine needles, so wasn't hurt. I landed in an odd configuration, so I had to think for a few seconds before I could figure out the best way to get up, but I was OK. A few days later I had a bull's-eye rash on my leg and had to visit a physician's assistant to get an antibiotic prescription. It gave me a rash and diarrhea, so I had to request a different prescription.
I evaluate folks every week who have had strokes and can confirm that some become less cantankerous and happier.
One man from Ireland, who was not my patient, owned an Irish pub and made money in spite of his consistently prickly interactions with even his regular customers. (He did, however, have enough good sense to hire a pleasant bartender who poured the only black-and-tans in town). After his stroke he actually smiled occasionally, laughed once, and stopped telling me to take my feet off of the booth cushions.
I am trying not to write this - but I have to recommend that, regarding your brain health, you leave well enough alone (my grandmother's phrase) and acquire a stately walking stick befitting a biped of your stature - or at least a functional stick that will allow you to move up to being a very happy - and healthy - triped for years to come.
Vegas odds for Keillor making it successfully across 89th St. will go way down. And you thought that was an NSA camera on the corner...
Your aunts, Elsie and Margaret, were a godsend to you. I had the experience in reverse..but still sent from heaven. After my Dad, heard me sing a solo in church one Sunday morning, he said, "I couldn't understand a word you were singing"; encouraging me to take a serious look at my singing style. (The heaven-sent beauty of a critic.)
I had a recent experience with falls which I believe is a Harbinger of a looming danger- not of falls- which you remind us can be and often bring human enrichment and regenerate neurons. I went to a Sunday afternoon concert by the persistently remarkable fiddler, Frank Ferrell, and piano player Kimberly Holmes at a dear church by a river. This, as you know, is joyously foot-tapping music.
My wrist was resting on my knee- the same wrist where my Smart (alledgedly) watch is. It made an innocent mistake. I guess all of its mistakes are innocent since its inventors are the humans who we now know are responsible for ignoring The Sinister such a thing might bring on. Its Internal Fall Detector went off which, had I been in a New York City crosswalk, would have contacted 911, sent my location and texted messages to my Emergency contacts that I had a medical crisis. Unless I was alert and able to shut it off. (Sounds reassuring, doesn't it?)
This, however, was a Frank Ferrell performance. Not a concussion, an aneurysm or a vestibular system shutdown. And yes, I was functionally capable of pressing the "I'm ok. Don't come" button.
Fiddle music played by Frank Ferrell is transcendent. The Smart watch didn't know that all was well and that I was not lying flat on a New York sidewalk. But we are being led to believe that Smart Watches do. That is why Artificial Intelligence is terrifying. Not so much for what it can do but for what we think it can do and what we think it is doing. That is the real Fall we need to avoid.
What I love about listening to you is the genuine human warmth - the kind fireside almost fallible energy. Which is really engaging. Glad u are keeping busy.
Especially appreciated your response to falling in the street. Conventional wisdom holds that the first falling incident triggers a series= declining health is next.
You see it differently, and I'm sharing your unconventional wisdom with a friend in London who fell last weekend running for a bus after going to the theatre with friends. She spent three days in hospital, as they say in the UK, and is now marooned in her lovely upstairs "flat" which, ironically, involves five flights of stairs. My friend is 88 years old, still traveling the world as the editor of a travel magazine (Essentially America) which, as the name implies, is all about visiting and understanding us in the US.
Falls are part of the cyclical nature of life; from infancy we begin and to it we return. My relief of any discomfort of this change was soothed by the ability to find the grass along the walk to land upon during my recent fall. I'm thankful my mind was still quick enough to see each screen of the fall so I could remind myself to look for a soft landing. Keep walking!
Dear Mr, Keillor, it's good of you to admit that you've made accounting mistakes. That's not what that trial you excused yourself from was about. I'm surprised and disappointed that you make such a false equivalency.
Hello Mr. Keillor. Some years ago I scored in the 92nd percentile on the verbal reasoning portion of the Graduate Record Exam. When practicing for the exam I would often score in the 98th percentile or even get a perfect score but the stress of the actual exam hampered me. When "push comes to shove" as they say.
I attribute much of my success on that exam to listening to you and your show PHC. Where the verbal reasoning was out of this world. (Have you heard any Trumpisms lately? And how idiotic they are.) You, your show and your articulate guests put the current American dialogue to shame.
I did go on to get a Juris Doctor degree from an ABA accredited law school but I never went on to do graduate work in academics. I guess I was having too much fun listening to your show!
Good evening Garrison
Sorry, but just gotta ask: What is the ten-word title of the new book in progress?
At first glance I assumed it might be the title of this piece (“The Beauty of Falls That You Walk Away From”) but, alas, that’s only nine words.
(And please, no more falls. We just bought our tickets for your August 4th show in Rockingham (aka Bellows Falls) VT.)
Not to nitpick, but shouldn’t it be “The Beauty of Falls From Which One Walks Away?”
My understanding is that is an old English language formality predicated on Latin. It doesn't really have any meaning in modern English. In fact it arguably is a barrier to the greater freedom of expression of the modern English language.
Even so, I kind of like my title better.
I assume this is in reference to the old trope about not ending a sentence with a preposition. But setting aside the tiny quibble that this isn’t a sentence, it doesn’t end with a preposition in any case. Specifically, “from” is not a preposition in this case. Rather it’s an element of the phrasal verb “walk away from”.
I was kind of just trying to get a rise out of Garrison . . . and be something of a smartass too. But thank you for telling me about “phrasal verbs.” I’d never heard of those before, or rather, before you said it, I’d never heard of them.
I love this perfect prism, it’s a helpful way to view my world. I’m done looking at the world as it is and am now a fan of disasters and bluebirds on shoulders. Thank you.
I fell about a week ago when cutting invasive vines from the edge of the woods behind my house. I was already bent over close to the ground and landed in a deep pile of pine needles, so wasn't hurt. I landed in an odd configuration, so I had to think for a few seconds before I could figure out the best way to get up, but I was OK. A few days later I had a bull's-eye rash on my leg and had to visit a physician's assistant to get an antibiotic prescription. It gave me a rash and diarrhea, so I had to request a different prescription.
Hippity Hopping Garrison. rr
I evaluate folks every week who have had strokes and can confirm that some become less cantankerous and happier.
One man from Ireland, who was not my patient, owned an Irish pub and made money in spite of his consistently prickly interactions with even his regular customers. (He did, however, have enough good sense to hire a pleasant bartender who poured the only black-and-tans in town). After his stroke he actually smiled occasionally, laughed once, and stopped telling me to take my feet off of the booth cushions.
I am trying not to write this - but I have to recommend that, regarding your brain health, you leave well enough alone (my grandmother's phrase) and acquire a stately walking stick befitting a biped of your stature - or at least a functional stick that will allow you to move up to being a very happy - and healthy - triped for years to come.
Vegas odds for Keillor making it successfully across 89th St. will go way down. And you thought that was an NSA camera on the corner...
Delightful!
"And so long as you can stand up and baa, you can do comedy. " This is a terrific line. Made me laugh out loud.
Your aunts, Elsie and Margaret, were a godsend to you. I had the experience in reverse..but still sent from heaven. After my Dad, heard me sing a solo in church one Sunday morning, he said, "I couldn't understand a word you were singing"; encouraging me to take a serious look at my singing style. (The heaven-sent beauty of a critic.)
I had a recent experience with falls which I believe is a Harbinger of a looming danger- not of falls- which you remind us can be and often bring human enrichment and regenerate neurons. I went to a Sunday afternoon concert by the persistently remarkable fiddler, Frank Ferrell, and piano player Kimberly Holmes at a dear church by a river. This, as you know, is joyously foot-tapping music.
My wrist was resting on my knee- the same wrist where my Smart (alledgedly) watch is. It made an innocent mistake. I guess all of its mistakes are innocent since its inventors are the humans who we now know are responsible for ignoring The Sinister such a thing might bring on. Its Internal Fall Detector went off which, had I been in a New York City crosswalk, would have contacted 911, sent my location and texted messages to my Emergency contacts that I had a medical crisis. Unless I was alert and able to shut it off. (Sounds reassuring, doesn't it?)
This, however, was a Frank Ferrell performance. Not a concussion, an aneurysm or a vestibular system shutdown. And yes, I was functionally capable of pressing the "I'm ok. Don't come" button.
Fiddle music played by Frank Ferrell is transcendent. The Smart watch didn't know that all was well and that I was not lying flat on a New York sidewalk. But we are being led to believe that Smart Watches do. That is why Artificial Intelligence is terrifying. Not so much for what it can do but for what we think it can do and what we think it is doing. That is the real Fall we need to avoid.
love the butter and syrup voice, will play for eternity.
What I love about listening to you is the genuine human warmth - the kind fireside almost fallible energy. Which is really engaging. Glad u are keeping busy.