Archive for the ‘Age’ Category

Things left undone

November 12, 2025

From my 9/19 posting “An eventful day”:

On one front, considerable unease about the long, all-consuming, and physically debilitating project of dispossession of things in my condo. So I sent out a request (reproduced below) for leads on people who have accomplished what I hope to get out of all of that.

From that request:

I need some information about assisted living facilities (NOT retirement communities). Specifically, I need to hear, in detail, about anyone who has gone into an alf while maintaining a professional, academic, or artistic career. What I really want is to talk to such a person about how they managed that.

And then from the 9/19 posting:

The short answer is that, yes, people like me have indeed carried on their careers in an alf. I have direct leads to several of these people. (Of course, everybody’s story is different, but this outcome is clearly possible.)

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Excesses of youth?

November 4, 2025

A brief follow-up to my 11/2 posting “poetite”, about the NYT’s Spelling Bee puzzle, in which I wrote:

Spelling Bee’s dictionary is mighty persnickety. Editor Sam Ezersky uses some standard dictionaries as a rough basis for his puzzle dictionary, but his judgments are strongly personal, and consequently often fiercely disputed. Grievances are sometimes unloaded in Facebook.

A comment that led to a Facebook exchange between Karen Davis and me.

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78

October 18, 2025

Yes, it’s Saturday 10/18, and that means NO KINGS day, with people marching by the millions to celebrate democracy over autocracy and to rebel pointedly against Our Overlord Grabpussy and his army of thugs and grifters. Meanwhile, I celebrate a much more modest and personal occasion, from 10/16:

🎈 🎂  🎈 Larry Schourup’s 78th birthday. LS and I have been loving friends since 1970; see a longer exposition of our relationships in my 3/16/24 posting “The three Larrys”. And we both have early-fall birthdays, me on 9/6, him on 10/16. For me this year, see my 9/6/25 posting “Sloths, penguins, and Buddhist joy”, the Buddhist joy (zuiki in Japanese, sounds like Zwicky) being a sweet 85th birthday gift from LS.

I got Buddhist joy (Larry grew up in SoCal, now lives in Japan). Larry got phonograph records (I grew up in Pa. Dutch country, now live in NorCal). It’s a complicated relationship.

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To Survive on This Shore

September 27, 2025

From one of my crew of transgender friends, family, students, and colleagues, a pointer to the book To Survive on This Shore (Kehrer Verlag, 2018):


(#1) Cover of the book; from photographer Jess T. Dugan’s website for the book:

Representations of older transgender people are nearly absent from our culture and those that do exist are often one-dimensional. For over five years, photographer Jess T. Dugan and social worker Vanessa Fabbre traveled throughout the United States creating To Survive on This Shore: Photographs and Interviews with Transgender and Gender Nonconforming Older Adults. Seeking subjects whose lived experiences exist within the complex intersections of gender identity, age, race, ethnicity, sexuality, socioeconomic class, and geographic location, they traveled from coast to coast, to big cities and small towns, documenting the life stories of this important but largely underrepresented group of older adults. The featured individuals have a wide variety of life narratives spanning the last ninety years, offering an important historical record of transgender experience and activism in the United States.

The resulting photographs and interviews provide a nuanced view into the struggles and joys of growing older as a transgender person and offer a poignant reflection on what it means to live authentically despite seemingly insurmountable odds.

To Survive on This Shore exists as a book, limited-edition portfolio, museum exhibition, and community exhibition. It has also been used extensively in educational initiatives and political campaigns.

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Speech act for the day: happy you keep having birthdays

August 22, 2025

To the author of “Read at your own risk: Syntactic and semantic horrors you can find in your medicine chest” (1974), a speech act for 8/22. Jerry, if you’re now 83, that means that in two weeks I’ll be 85, and how did this happen to us, but, hey, we’re still standing. I am happy you keep having birthdays.

To other readers: Jerry is Jerrold M. Sadock, Glen A. Lloyd Distinguished Service Professor in Linguistics and the Humanities Collegiate Division at the University of Chicago. A friend for 60 years now and one of three sustained collaborators of mine. Also a really good guy.

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Now we are 85

August 15, 2025

I’m a few weeks away from 85, a landmark 🎶Sir Richard Starkey🎶 reached a month ago, leading to this:


(#1) New Yorker Shouts & Murmurs column “When I’m Ninety-Five” by Bruce Handy and Jay Martel (on-line on 8/11/25; published in the 8/18/25 issue), with 13 updated lyrics

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Dylan by Smith

January 11, 2025

I guess because of the success of the 2024 movie A Complete Unknown (about Bob Dylan’s early career), the video of the crowning piece of the Dylan Nobel Prize ceremony popped up on Facebook recently: Patti Smith performing Dylan’s “A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall” as part of her accepting the 2016 Nobel Prize in Literature on Dylan’s behalf. I post this because the performance is heart-breakingly wonderful (like many viewers, I was moved to tears), and because I want to celebrate Patti Smith, honor Bob Dylan and his remarkable poetry, and take delight in the fact that they’re still shining (well, we’re a generation — Dylan a bit younger than me and a bit older than my guy Jacques, Smith 6 years younger than me, but still 78, not a kid any more).

I’ll start at the pinnacle — Patti in Stockholm — and then fill in some bits of the background.

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The crunchy-granola candidate

June 19, 2024

Appearing at my door a little while back, on a hot day, an enthusiastic young woman who turned out to be soliciting support for a political candidate, the first one to declare for a seat on Palo Alto’s City Council. As sometimes happens in this little city (of about 50,000 residents), she wasn’t a campaign worker, but the candidate, Katie Causey, working door to door in the neighborhood (which turns out to be literally where she lives — just about a block and a half from my place). KC’s headshot for publicity purposes:


KC, born and raised in Palo Alto, going to local schools through Paly High; BA from George Washington Univ. in DC, in Women’s Studies (but she took a linguistics course, so she was actually impressed by my being a linguistics professor)

Right at the beginning, she asked about the rainbow flag hanging from my patio door; I pointed to the clothing I was wearing — a tank top with a rainbow heart on it, bold rainbow shorts — saying, “Hey it’s Pride Month!” and clearly establishing myself as proudly queer. And she countered by announcing that one of her platform planks was establishing a Palo Alto Pride celebration. Then we were off in a breathless exchange of life histories and opinions.

Well, I am constitutionally an enthusiast, like KC, and enthusiasts tend to amp each other up. Also, she was selling herself and her program — from one of her announcements: “I’m a bi, zillennial, urbanist, and former tenant organizer who believes yes in my backyard, & I’m running for Palo Alto City Council” (wow, a crunchy-granola manifesto!) — while I was a desperately lonely old guy who longs for face-to-face conversation and will go on forever if you encourage me at all. Only the heat of the day brought our exchange to an end.

Now, a bit more about KC. And her generation, Zillennial, on the cusp of Millennial and Gen Z. And her platform. And her status as a crunchy-granola person.

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Dragons to appreciate

January 22, 2024

In the wake of my 1/19 posting “Appreciate my dragon”, about 1/16, Appreciate a Dragon Day, this image posted yesterday on Facebook by Marina Muilwijk, from the For the Love of Dragons group, where it was posted by Yvette Marie:

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The number of our years

December 25, 2023

A Facebook exchange today between Vadim Temkin and me, on biblical spans of life (among other things):

— AZ > VT [reacting to the news that the upcoming year in the 12-year cycle of the lunar calendar is a Year of the Dragon] I am in fact a dragon, born in the dragon year 1940 [so I’m 83 years old; this is signficant below].

— VT > AZ:  You are a veritable menagerie: penguin, wooly mammoth, and a dragon as well! Here is for the other 12 years, and while we are at it, let’s wish for a traditional Jewish 120!

— AZ > VT: [about my animal identities] Oh, and for a brief period, an aardvark (Zot, from the B.C. comic).

[about the 120-year span of life] I cannot, alas, quote from the Torah; but I know how it came out very much later in the KJV (I’m a nonbeliever, but the Lutherans and the Episcopalians gave me a good religious education): his days shall be a hundred and twenty years (Genesis 6:3). But then there’s a contraction from the times of Genesis to those of the Psalms (Psalm 90: The days of our years are threescore years and ten). 70 years, maybe 80 if we’re strong.

Whoops, my boat is already sailing to the underworld (I picked up some Greco-Roman myth stuff too).