Women’s Work  Is Next!

Hello, Ladies! Welcome To The House!

We’ve messed with the world long enough. We Americans were doing semi-well during the Obama years – except that some folks were still treating other people badly — y’know, racial differences (you’re the wrong damn color!) as though you’re a different species. And domestic violence goes on as ever — it’s terrible; and gay and transgender folks…well, lotsa folks just can’t conceive it (no pun intended). And the climate, well, if you saw pictures of Bermuda flattened….

It’s time we turn a cautious eye to think about how to save ourselves … from ourselves. And to save the planet, while we’re at it.

That’s why I’m creating a “radio” program called Women’s Work to air on this website. My friend Brynn – she and Mr. Husband-Pants (his name withheld by request) have two children, a girl and a boy – anyhow, Brynn advised me awhile back that women are the best and primary protectors of children.  When she said that, a bell went off in my head. OF COURSE! Women give birth and raise those little suckers from zero to 9 months, and onward. Therefore, we need women to do the heavy lifting in world cultures, going forward.

This is urgent. We men — testosterone-fueled, by gender — have made a mess, everywhere. This requires women to take the wheel and begin to repair the damage we’ve done for, oh, the last few centuries.

Incidentally, Women’s Work is going to rely chiefly on music created by women — jazz and otherwise — with an actual man now and then — about which more in a moment.

I’m not asking for much here. We’ve just got to manage the United States, with its soooo many different cultures, its economy, its corporations large and small, by creating new systems so that wealth is distributed and everyone has ENOUGH. Fairness. Equality. Giving a damn if other people are okay as we are. And education, and every sort of business enterprise , the same deal. Men? Time to stand down, give women the wheel. The thing is…Humanity on this planet is toast if we don’t.

No, I’m not running for office. I’m just a humble deejay. Listen, now, when the first program is ready (jeez, I just got the idea three nights ago! Gimme a break!)  Send me an email if you want me to ping you when Women’s Work, Audio Version is ready — or just subscribe to this website, when something new is added, you’ll know.  Be a few days, maybe weeks. Email me at Bill@ArdisRadio.net, if you want to say hidy.  My granddaughters are pumped!

 

We’re waaaay excited!!

President Blunt

On Election Night, November 8, 2016, most Americans had an very anxious evening.  They tried to sleep, most of them arose later with a bad taste in their mouths — and readjusted their vision to examine this alien from planet TV-land’s The Apprentice. We later learned that Russia’s leader, Vladimir Putin — clearly a chum of our profane, female-abusive  leader — attacked our voting apparatus cleverly, allowing the President’s fans to knock Hillary Clinton  into the political graveyard. It was a Stephen King story sprung into real life: the horror.

Now we’re living with the consequences. Our blunt President is a racist, a shrewd manipulator of his rabid, often racist base — white folks and wealthy  people who realized One Of Us Is Now In Control. Insult to injury — rather, nasty to catastrophe — President Blunt is a straightforward liar in a nation which celebrates honesty as virtue. He has failed the litmus test of leadership of a democratic republic by looking away when our innocent citizens are killed in foreign countries — such as Otto Warmbier and Jamal Khashoggi. In both cases, Blunt behaved as though nothing awful had occurred.

We are forced now to endure Blunt’s stunningly inhumane behavior until the next Presidential election — a painfully long year-plus, arriving November 3, 2020.

To quote Tiny Tim, God bless us every one.

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A Meditation on Skin
Bill Ardis

Our skin is the natural clothing we’ve worn since we sprang* from our mother’s womb. Skin is the body-bag of our lives which grows, becomes larger and stronger over time – with luck – and begins to deteriorate until we die.

We care for our somewhat elastic skin-bag as best we can, learning as the years pass, how critical it is to our health and longevity. We peep through its eyeholes, blow its nose as needed (let us not get a ‘cold’ or ‘flu’, which makes us miserable, though a doctor may speed our recovery). At last we are well, and we promise to take better care; and with luck and knowledge, we become healthy again.

Our mouth-skin is critical to our lives: what we feed it and liquify it, with most important edibles and liquidables (not a real word, yet); try to protect it from disease and elements which may damage our long-term health.

Appearance
Socially, our skin is critical. The face is what others notice quickly, routinely, and glance away…we make judgments about what our skin-face presents. Do we look “good” and “healthy” to other people? Sad? Vibrant? Warm and alert; or distant, uncaring. Quick judgment by other people is continual and inevitable. We rather automatically compare ourselves to our family, cohorts, friends, and those whose favor we seek for a variety of reasons. And we compare ourselves with images in magazines, newspapers, television, movies – human images are visible everywhere in our cultures.

Our skin offers a variety of characteristics: race, “healthy appearance”, (subjective, as are many qualities) skin color, hair, wrinkles or lack thereof, healthy and well-cared-for nails on fingers and toes, and stomach and abdomen (tight? sagging? Attractive? Not?). And how about that that peculiar little navel?

Skin on Psyche
Our interior self – call it a “psyche” or perhaps “soul” – is reactive and affected by our skin as we interact with the exterior (to us) world at every waking moment. Do people smile winningly at us when we pass them with a nod or smile? Are we affected by how others react to viewing our skin-surface? Is their response warm and smiling? Do they avoid eye contact? Do the not like my skin-self? Or is the problem theirs? They may not feel they should interact cheerfully with others, even though they are strangers to you and the random passing stranger.

We protect our psyche with our skin. In fact, our primary notion is to protect ourselves in every way, so we are not damaged physical or otherwise. We learn very early in life to react to others in ways that make us comfortable, if possible. Do we react well to approaching and interacting with ‘new’ people – or do we approach tentatively, not certain if that is a wise choice.

Who are the “others”? What are their intentions? As we grow to adulthood, those questions are instinctively paramount.

You and Your Skin
Who are you in the world? Why are you here? And what is your intention?

*technically no springing was involved with your birth

The State of Humanity Is — Questionable
Writer: Bill Ardis

Having studied humanity for 15+ years, I’ve concluded that we Homo sapiens are not what science would suggest. We are differently enabled. And the earth itself is being destabilized by climate change and our poor housekeeping. 

What’s Your Name?
We have no species name for ourselves other than good old Homo Sapiens Erectus. We stand upright and appear to be similar to the simians — apes — who’ve been presented as our forefathers from millions of years back. Science would have us believe that we are simply the result of millions of years of evolution. We were monkeys; then we got smarter; and ta-da, here we are, bristling with wordy intelligence and technology and the internet and hefty books and articles and visuals and lectures and such, patting ourselves on the back: Look here! We are superior to those hairy monkeys. We imitate them at the zoo and chuckle knowingly.  And, well, yes, we do kill each other routinely with our wars and gun violence and hate crimes and a fear of people who look and talk and act differently than we do… and then there is our home-made domestic violence brew – damn women smarty-pants. They’re like a whole ‘nother species, too. They can’t even understand us men, half the time. Something’s wrong with them, right?

Good News, Bad News
The good news is that we’re still superior! We’re human beings, so much advanced from the apes. We’ve evolved. We’re proud to be the A-number-one species on earth!

Bad news? We are ignorant in the extreme. Successful animals are species which live millions of years. They’re lower animals on the scale of intelligenceinsects and such. They live – as a species – a very very long time because they are well-socialized with one another. They do not hurt and kill their peers, as we do, and seemingly cherish one another. (They can’t even talk, for God’s sakes.)

Yeah, But…
Yeah, but, it’s getting clearer that we are damaging the earth in ways that may be beyond repair. And we really do need Earth; we can’t jump off to another planet if Earth is no longer hospitable to us.

Here We Are
So, we’re sort of stuck. Don’t seem to be able to fix ourselves to be better, smarter beings. And we are watching in horror as the new inhabitants of the D.C. Oval Office are deconstructing all the work we’ve done for the past 50-plus years to make humanity better humans. How the hell did this happen? Go figure.

Thanks for, uh, listening. I show up on Facebook now and then. And give a speech occasionally.  See you around the campus.

! Amazing  Granddaughters !

 

Marianne Williamson is an excellent Presidential candidate.
This is true. Not “Fake News”.

Here is all you need to know to understand why thoughtful Americans believe that Marianne Williamson should become our next President. It’s time we get verrrry serious about next steps.  Listen to her reflections. She is interviewed here on the Larry King Show.

              

Gene Clifford Writes Again

To celebrate my birthday — today, April 20th! — I’m taking the day off to rest my finger bones, and “old” friend Gene Clifford – much younger than I (wink, wink!) — offered to weigh in with a memorable suggestion he wrote about his Rochester, New York’s high school reunion’s basketball game with their traditional adversary.

Ballin’ With Rochester High Schools:  Aquinas vs. McQuaid
Writer: Gene Clifford

  1. Many of you will remember that, on the occasion of our 25th AQ reunion, we participated in a “replay” of the original 1959 Aquinas-McQuaid basketball game between our schools. Unfortunately, our 50th reunion passed without another replay of the game and, as our 60th reunion approaches, the idea has been suggested that we again schedule a replay of that game.  Of course, as 60 years have passed, the first issue that must be dealt with is: “Will walkers be allowed on the court?”  The answer is “Yes, as long as its wheels are rubber and provided that it will be illegal and be called a charging foul if two or more players try to combine their walkers in a “flying wedge” formation in a drive to the basket.”

  2. The offense of “traveling” will be re-defined to include any movement on the court involving a speed in excess of what we would all recognize as a “stroll”.

  3. The offense of “double dribbling” will likewise be re-defined to include a player drooling from both sides of his mouth.

  4. Each player on a team will be required to wear a jersey but instead of his jersey bearing an identifying number, it will bear his blood type.

  5. Each player planning on playing in the game will have to present a doctor’s certificate that his projected life expectancy is no less than two and a half hours, and shall provide his own sworn statement that he has executed a will, power of attorney, and health care proxy before he is allowed on the court. If his will includes a bequest in favor of Aquinas, that player is guaranteed a position on the starting team.

  6. Also, the referees must also be priests. In that way, if there’s a particularly flagrant foul, the referee will be able to not only call the foul but administer last rites to the fouled player, as well.

  7. Finally, since Aquinas is now a coed school, we should be able to have coed cheerleaders. That being the case, I have taken the liberty of sending an email to Betty White and Ruth Bader Ginsberg, requesting that they attend the game to provide cheerleading and any legal disputes that arise.

This space has no coherent writing, apart from Gene’s column, below.  If you’ve read it,  you may move on.  But….enjoy our GRANDDAUGHTERS! Aren’t they cute!! They’re saying “Yaaaay!”

Welcome! Gene Clifford Writes Again

To celebrate my birthday — today, April 20th! — I’m taking the day off to rest my finger bones, and “old” friend Gene Clifford – much younger than I (wink, wink!) — offered to weigh in with a memorable suggestion he wrote about his Rochester, New York’s high school reunion’s basketball game with their traditional adversary.

Ballin’ With Rochester High Schools:  Aquinas vs. McQuaid
Writer: Gene Clifford

  1. Many of you Rochesterians will remember that, on the occasion of our 25th AQ reunion, we participated in a “replay” of the original 1959 Aquinas-McQuaid basketball game between our schools. Unfortunately, our 50th reunion passed without another replay of the game and, as our 60th reunion approaches, the idea has been suggested that we again schedule a replay of that game.  Of course, as 60 years have passed, the first issue that must be dealt with is: “Will walkers be allowed on the court?”  The answer is “Yes, as long as its wheels are rubber and provided that it will be illegal and be called a charging foul if two or more players try to combine their walkers in a “flying wedge” formation in a drive to the basket.”

  2. The offense of “traveling” will be re-defined to include any movement on the court involving a speed in excess of what we would all recognize as a “stroll”.

  3. The offense of “double dribbling” will likewise be re-defined to include a player drooling from both sides of his mouth.

  4. Each player on a team will be required to wear a jersey but instead of his jersey bearing an identifying number, it will bear his blood type.

  5. Each player planning on playing in the game will have to present a doctor’s certificate that his projected life expectancy is no less than two and a half hours, and shall provide his own sworn statement that he has executed a will, power of attorney, and health care proxy before he is allowed on the court. If his will includes a bequest in favor of Aquinas, that player is guaranteed a position on the starting team.

  6. Also, the referees must also be priests. In that way, if there’s a particularly flagrant foul, the referee will be able to not only call the foul but administer last rites to the fouled player, as well.

  7. Finally, since Aquinas is now a coed school, we should be able to have coed cheerleaders. That being the case, I have taken the liberty of sending an email to Betty White and Ruth Bader Ginsberg, requesting that they attend the game to provide cheerleading and any legal disputes that arise.

My friend Gene composed a sweet verbal lullaby to jazz and the musicians who make it sing. It goes like this . . .

THE ROCHESTER CONNECTION
Writer: Gene  Clifford

 About ten years ago, Joyce and I enjoyed a short—”this winter’s too long”—vacation in New Orleans.  We had been there before but had such a good time we wanted to return and enjoy more of the wonderful things that city has to offer.  We did just that, including a visit to Café du Monde—a New Orleans café renowned for its chicory coffee and beignets.

We were sitting at one of the tables outside, enjoying the warmth of the sun—which had not yet made an appearance in Rochester that spring—when a street musician came up to our table and asked if we had any requests.  I immediately responded, “How about “’Round Midnight”, a Thelonious Monk composition which has always been a favorite of mine.  He responded very enthusiastically and immediately began playing it on his saxophone.  His talent was obvious and reminded us of the fact that the street musicians in New Orleans are not only plentiful but frequently very talented, as well.

After finishing “’Round Midnight”, he came back to our table to schmooze a bit and—I’m sure he hoped—to receive a tip for his trouble.  He asked us where we were from and, of course, we replied “Rochester, N.Y.”.  When we did so, a big smile came to his face and he said “ROCHESTER!  Rochester is why I do what I do!”  He went on to explain that, when he was a teenager growing up in New Orleans, every night as he lay in bed he would tune his radio to “clear channel 1180-WHAM”.  He would then proceed to listen to a jazz DJ named Bill Ardis, who had a jazz program called “Ardis Against the Night”—a show that I listened to but, I confess, not as faithfully as our street-musician friend. The program turned him on to music—specifically to jazz–and he decided THAT was what he wanted to do with his life.  So, that is what he IS doing with his life—playing jazz in the place where he grew up, which just happens to be a hotbed of jazz and the birthplace of jazz. And why does he do that? Because of a DJ in Rochester, N.Y., a city which NOW has one of the best jazz festivals in the world but which in Bill Ardis’ time was better known as the home of the Eastman School of Music and classically-oriented music.

So, the next time you’re wondering whether your life has really had any meaning and whether you’ve had an effect on anyone, just remember this story and be assured that there certainly is someone out there—who you may never have met or communicated with—who’s a different person than he or she would have been without your influence.  And if you’re still not convinced, take a trip down to New Orleans and look for a street musician playing saxophone at the Cafe du Monde.