Showing posts with label woodpile. Show all posts
Showing posts with label woodpile. Show all posts

Thursday, November 25, 2010

A Solomonian hypothetical

Solomon [1]. According to the Hebrew Bible he was a king of Israel, the son of King David, and the builder of the First Temple in Jerusalem. He reputedly had 700 wives and 300 concubines. But I write of him today because of his wisdom [2]. Especially the Judgement of Solomon [3] – regarding a scenario not amenable to compromise. Trees have been on my mind a lot lately. Notably the aftermath of the 16 September windstorm [4] including the collapsed woodpile [5]. Yesterday I read that a Dutch university study suggests wi-fi radiation may be harming trees [6, 7, 8]. The researchers say their results are inconclusive and merit further study. But of course those with a big stake in debunking this inchoate causal association have lost no time in debunking it – even without criticising the Dutch research methodology [9]. But let’s for a moment imagine wi-fi radiation does indeed damage, and kill, trees. And no tree on our planet is immune from such damage and death. In that case, mankind would have to choose: wi-fi or trees. Because wi-fi and trees is not an option. It’s a scenario not amenable to compromise. A clear Judgement of Solomon matter. A decision must be made – because not choosing is the same as choosing wi-fi. But King Solomon, who legend has it is the wisest person who ever lived, is long since dead. What will happen? What would you choose? Me? I’d choose trees. Undoubtedly.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Dorothy, Jerome, Ginger, Fred - and my woodpile

Swing Time [1]. It’s a 1936 US musical comedy film starring Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire. Its music – written by Jerome Kern with lyrics by Dorothy Fields – includes some of my all-time favourites: ‘The Way You Look Tonight’ [2] and ‘A Fine Romance’ [3]. And, of course, ‘Pick Yourself Up’ [4, 5]. I thought I was okay at stacking firewood. How hard can it be? Last weekend I stacked three trailer loads of wood that Dieter [6] had split. And a mighty fine woodpile it was too. Then on Monday night I arrived home to find it mostly collapsed. The wind hadn’t been blowing. So perhaps an errant possum had climbed on it and tipped it over. Self-evidently it hadn’t been as stable as I’d thought. It sure made a mess of my confidence as a wood stacker. So what else could I do – but take a lead from Kern and Fields:

Nothing's impossible I have found

For when my chin is on the ground

I pick myself up

Dust myself off

Start all over again.


Don't lose your confidence if you slip

Be grateful for a pleasant trip

And pick yourself up

Dust yourself off

Start all over again.


Yesterday morning, with ‘Pick Yourself Up’ playing on my iPod, I rebuilt the woodpile. Nowhere near as deftly and nimbly as this [7]. But more stably than before. I think. Will it collapse again? I hope not. But it may. And if it does? I’ll pick myself up…