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A Quick Look at Today:
The First District Court of Appeal, located at 2000 Drayton Drive in Tallahassee, features a courtroom on the third floor where the Florida Ethics Commission meets at 8:30 a.m. The meetings are usually broadcast live on the Florida Channel, with the exception of the private session. A decision about the ethical opinion that Flagler County School Board member Lauren Ramirez requested is part of the meeting. See: Lauren Ramirez of the Flagler School Board Contests Ethics Commission’s Unresolved Restrictions on Her Private Business and Ethics Opinion Suggests Limiting Lauren Ramirez’s Business Activities in Schools.
Following FlaglerLive Editor Pierre Tristam’s Reality Check, Free For All Fridays with Host David Ayres, an hour-long public affairs radio program that features local newsmakers, personalities, public health updates, and the odd surprise guest, begins just after 9 a.m. Today’s visitor is Ty Miller, a member of the Palm Coast City Council.View earlier podcasts here. at 1550 AM, 94.9 FM, and live on Flagler Broadcasting’s YouTube account on WNZF.
At the Hammock Community Center, located at 79 Mala Compra Road in Palm Coast, the Scenic A1A Pride Committee meets at 9 a.m. The public is welcome to attend the meetings.
At 12:15 p.m., the Flagler Democratic Office, located at 160 Cypress Point Parkway, Suite C214 (above Cue Note) in City Marketplace, hosts the Friday Blue Forum, a discussion group run by local Democrats. Come and contribute your voice to national, state, and local politics.
Circle of Acoustic Jams The Hammock Community Center, located at 79 Mala Compra Road, Palm Coast, has a picnic shelter behind it from 2 to 5 p.m. The event is free. Join other local amateur musicians for a jam session with your acoustic stringed instrument (no amplifiers) and a folding chair. Both vocalists and audiences are welcome. In a jam circle format, musicians are seated in a circle. After calling out a song and a key, each musician takes turns leading the others in playing or singing. The next person in the circle is therefore the next to go. The musicians may alternately perform or improvise a verse and a chorus, depending on the tune. It’s a lot of fun! Those who merely wish to observe or perform typically sit by their musical partner or on the sidelines. Every month on the fourth Friday, this event takes place.
As the mind wanders from nowhere to windmills and back, the Great Plains—beginning with the cornfields of Illinois and Iowa, the rolling hills of Western Kansas, and the Pacific immensity of Montana—have always seemed to me the most heart-lifting region of the nation. It reminds me of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza’s lonesome treks. Even though Ian Frazier and John Steinbeck like the Great Plains for different reasons, I’m not sure why, or couldn’t really put my finger on it, but I feel so moved (such at home) there. I enjoy them because they are boring, but I wanted to find the best way to express how I felt in the words of the great Yussuf, a philosopher who would have been lost to time if it weren’t for Casanova’s memoirs that immortalized him. On his first or second visit to Istanbul, he had met Yussuf. After discussing everything, they talked about happiness and the vast plains: “The happiest of men are not the most promiscuous, but the ones who know how to choose the greatest pleasures,” Yussuf stated. “I reiterate that the greatest pleasures can only be those which increase the peace of the soul without arousing the passions.” You refer to these joys as pure [Casanova says]. The view of a large grass-covered meadow is like this. When I see the green that our heavenly prophet has so strongly advocated, I feel my spirit swimming in such a lovely serenity that I feel as though I am getting closer to the creator of nature. When I sit on a riverbank and watch the flowing water go by without ever obscuring my view or making it less obvious due to its constant motion, I experience the same serenity. For me, it symbolizes the picture of my life and the peace I want it to achieve, much like the water I think about or the end that I cannot see and that can only come at the finish of its journey.
P.T.
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My journey continues with a love affair. Montana is the object of my adoration. In Montana, it’s love, and it’s hard to analyze love when you’re experiencing it. In other states, I have respect, adoration, acknowledgment, and even a little fondness. My father once asked me why I was rapturating in the violet glow that the Queen of the World was emitting, and I felt he was crazy for not seeing. She enchanted me and the scenery, but I know now that she was a mouse-haired, freckle-nosed, scabby-kneed little girl with a bat-like voice and the tenderness of a gila monster. Montana, in my opinion, is a magnificent splash of grandeur. Despite its size, the scale is not overwhelming. The area is full of color and vegetation, and the mountains are the kind I would make if I ever wanted to make mountains. I get the impression from listening to Texans that Montana is what a young boy would imagine Texas to be like. For the first time, I heard a slow, friendly speech with a distinct regional accent that was undisturbed by TV-ese. Montana didn’t seem to have the hectic hustle of America. In contrast to the John Birch Society, its inhabitants did not appear to be terrified of shadows. The residents had been engrossed in the tranquility of the mountains and the undulating plains. I drove across the state during hunting season. The folks I spoke with appeared to me to be going out to kill edible meat rather than being led to a riot of seasonal murder. Once more, love may have influenced my outlook, but I felt that the towns were places to live rather than anxious colonies. People have time to engage in the fleeting art of neighborliness by taking a break from their jobs.
From Steinbeck’s 1962 book Travels With Charley.
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