Stories from my life.
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I don't think I can rival the stories from my father Otto, but I still have some good ones. | I don't think I can rival the stories from my father Otto, but I still have some good ones. | ||
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+ | ==My mother, Joanne== | ||
+ | My mother joked that she was a little disappointed that I didn't ask her to walk me to my Harvard extension school courses, holding my hand as she did in Kindergarten. I responded: "Children grow up so quickly nowadays." It tickled her just right, and she roared with laughter. I love when I can play along with and top a jest. | ||
==Birds of Paradise== | ==Birds of Paradise== | ||
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Another day, he told me he had published a genus named Eowilsonia, named after E. O. Wilson. Then he complained that while he had named genera after several people, nobody had yet named a genus after him. I don't remember if I promised him I would, but I named Rothevania for him shortly after his death. Quite appropriate: after all, they both make their living from cockroaches. | Another day, he told me he had published a genus named Eowilsonia, named after E. O. Wilson. Then he complained that while he had named genera after several people, nobody had yet named a genus after him. I don't remember if I promised him I would, but I named Rothevania for him shortly after his death. Quite appropriate: after all, they both make their living from cockroaches. | ||
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+ | ==Aikido== | ||
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+ | At the Aikido dojo, some friends were massaging each other. I remarked on it to some of the others, making vague pronouncements about giving and getting, karma, and finishing with a fully extended two-armed circular gesture to illustrate that it was "all part of the great circle of bullshit." | ||
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+ | I made it a point to not bother Kanai Sensei unless I had a medical problem or something that might interest him. He was tired of people asking him what ki was and other foolish questions. When I had to drive him a couple of hours each way to Smith College one day, I was racking my brains for something to converse about that might be new to him. Finally, I asked him: "Sensei, what do you hate the most about teaching Aikido?" He got a big smile on his face and said (roughly) "I hate it when they ask a question and they don't understand me but won't tell me that. They just say 'Yes, Sensei' and continue to misunderstand." |