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Ormond Beach Day 2

Sunday 15 March 2026

"It's probably the most convenient time of year to catch a sunrise," K argued as she began her argument last night that we should get up early enough to watch the sunrise over the ocean. With it so close to daylight savings time switch, the sun rises at a very reasonable 7:30. It took surprisingly little convincing, so at 6:50, we were all up and heading to the beach.

We weren't the only ones. An older gentleman -- "older" probably meaning my age by now or just a touch older; I keep forgetting I'm in my fifties now -- was out setting up his fishing gear, and a few others were venturing out, coffee cups in head, to watch the sunrise.

I was hoping the large cloud mass on the horizon would make for a more beautiful sunrise than it actually did. Still, having the four of us there made it a memorable way to begin our first day here at Ormond Beach, which is only a 1.5-ish hour drive from UF, where L is studying.

After a half hour on the beach, we returned from a solid breakfast of bacon and eggs with biscuits before all decided that 9:00 am is a perfect time for a late-morning nap. We've all been sleep-deprived over the last few weeks, and since we had absolutely nothing planned for the day except some time on the beach, we all trundled back to our bed

In the afternoon, the kids took another nap (we did come here, after all, to relax) while K and I went on a walk.

Ormond Beach Day 1

Saturday 14 March 2026

We've come down to Florida to spend a couple of days on the beach with L. In some miracle of timing, all three of us connected to or involved in education have spring break the same week. So we arrived today and went straight to the beach after dinner.

Twenty Years Ago

Wednesday 11 March 2026

Spring

Monday 09 March 2026

Spring has begun poking its head around the corner, hinting at what's to come with warm sunny days that have brought the yellow bells to bloom and encouraged the lawn to shoot up in a few spots. The blueberry bushes at the base of the driveway are already opening blossoms and whispering of the cobblers and preserves that K will be making in the coming weeks. Trees are budding, and soon the wisteria that hangs from the trees across from our house will start sharing its blue and white blooms. I've mowed once, and K has begun planning our spring planting.

We all begin thinking about the summer and our trip to Polska to celebrate Babcia's eightieth birthday -- it will be the first time we've ever gone back-to-back summers. My first year at the new school is coming to a close slowly (only one more quarter remaining), and since we'll be moving into our new building next year (though we keep hearing it will be ready by late April, I doubt it), it's like starting over a second year in a row.

That's the heart of spring: starting over -- the beginning of warmth, of evenings on the back deck with friends, of early-morning light that stretches into the late evening, of fresh. We brush off the malaise of the late winter (inasmuch as we have such a thing here in the south) and warm ourselves again.

Everything seems to be ending and beginning at the same time. The Boy is finishing middle school; the Girl is beginning college, truly learnings is rhythms. And next week, spring ends with temperatures falling to the twenties...

Peace Center Performance

Sunday 08 March 2026

This evening the Boy's youth orchestra had a concert at the Peace Center -- the premier performance space in Greenville. It's where we saw Fiddler on the Roof, Mahler's Symphony No. 2, and The Sound of Music, among other shows. Yo Yo Ma is playing there in a month.

During the second piece, E had a solo: "a mournful trombone" according to the program notes.

K teared up to hear what he's been working on for weeks in its full context. I might have experienced a touch of dampness as well.

Soccer

Saturday 07 March 2026

A Cult

Wednesday 04 March 2026

I grew up in a cult, and that means I grew up learning how to be adept at double-speak and managing cognitive dissonance in many areas but especially in questions of power. We were taught that God was unquestionably in charge and not to be questions -- nothing extraordinarily unusual about that since that's a fairly orthodox position. However, we learned that we had to transfer that kind of blind obedience to God's only true representative on Earth, Herbert Armstrong. Not only were we to obey him but we were also to assist him. Our job was not to proselytize or to try to win converts to our religion. That was God's job through Armstrong's preaching. Our job was simply to support him, and there was only one kind of support he wanted: fiscal. We weren't to question what he did with the money we sent him. We weren't to entertain doubts about the wisdom of his decisions even when they seemed to be causing problems members individually or the church as a whole.

The most wide-spread cult in America today is unquestionably MAGA with its unquestioning loyalty to Trump. Every now and then, I read something that seems so perfectly parallel to how members of Armstrong's cult used to talk that I feel I'm simply hearing a sermon from my youth.

I discovered this picture posted on social media recently, and combined with the poster's own thoughts, it fairly accurately mirrors all the destructive thinking patterns of Armstrong's own cult.

The most immediately obvious parallel of the hagiographic nature of followers' descriptions. This idea of Trump sacrificing so much to save America has been around in memes for a while.

This is one my own mother shared early in Trump's first term. It has much more blatantly messianic tones than this newer one, but the sentiment is the same.

The original post included the author's own thoughts about Trump's recent actions:

Yes! He is TRYING to save our whole world!! Trying to demand peace. The road to that is very rocky, but you have to be willing to do it and endure any roadblocks and hiccups along the way. But if you stay strong and stay faithful, you are doing your part.

Almost every sentence of this echoes the thinking that pervaded my cultic upbringing.

"He is TRYING to save our whole world!" This notion parallels notions that Herbert Armstrong and his organization were literally the only thing holding at bay the complete destruction of not just America but the whole world.

Additionally, Trump is "[t]rying to demand peace." This is in direct opposition to what we're seeing with our own eyes. This gaslighting is critical to cults. It allows followers to ignore their own experience and thoughts when they contradict the official story. He's not killing civilians in American cities, extra-judiciously attacking boats in the Gulf of Mexico, or initiating a completely unprovoked war. That's violence. That's not what he's about. He's about peace. He's said it himself countless times over the last ten years, and just because it seems to contradict his actions, we just have to listen to him and understand that he is trying to create peace through his violence. Doublethink at its best.

However, we must understand that the "road to that [peace] is very rocky, but you have to be willing to do it and endure any roadblocks and hiccups along the way." Again, don't pay attention to your own eyes. Ignore the reality you're seeing. These are just hiccups, roadblocks to our complete supremacy and world peace. Just remember that "if you stay strong and stay faithful, you are doing your part." Your part is not to think. Not to question. It's to support -- without question, without thought, without doubt. Our dear leader knows best. After all, look at all he sacrificed to reach this moment. Ignore the riches he's created for himself by using his position. He sacrificed because he said he sacrificed.

I intentionally retained the pronoun-antecedent ambiguity of the above paragraphs simply to illustrate the fact that one could use either "Trump" or "Armstrong" as the antecedent, and the result would be identical.

Fiddlesticks

Tuesday 03 March 2026

Though we did not celebrate Christmas, my parents often bought me something to occupy my time during winter break. One year, likely 1979 or 1980, they bought me an enormous box of Fiddlesticks, plastic building toys consisting of plastic tubes of varying lengths and colors along with connectors of various configurations.

My set came with strange Batman, Superman, Hulk, and Spider-man figures that bent at the waist and had stickers to represent the sides of their bodies, but they all had their heads turned and their fits balled at their waists, making them look more constipated than ferocious.

The first item in the instruction booklet was a gigantic plane that I probably built at least twenty times. The toy required substantial imaginative license as there was actually nothing solid about the plane (or any other toy one created with the set). Everything, then, looked particularly unrealistic, but I, a kid in the early-eighties, couldn't have cared less.

As with many of the other toys I had, I grew tired of creating just the pre-planned planes, rockets, and cars and began creating my own things: guns (it was particularly good for creating assault rifles), stilettos, and incendiary devices.

And the thought of them came to me today out of the blue...

Regional Band Concert

Sunday 01 March 2026

All Region Band

Saturday 28 February 2026

Ormond Beach Day 2

Sunday 15 March 2026

"It's probably the most convenient time of year to catch a sunrise," K argued as she began her argument last night that we should get up early enough to watch the sunrise over the ocean. With it so close to daylight savings time switch, the sun rises at a very reasonable 7:30. It took surprisingly little convincing, so at 6:50, we were all up and heading to the beach.

We weren't the only ones. An older gentleman -- "older" probably meaning my age by now or just a touch older; I keep forgetting I'm in my fifties now -- was out setting up his fishing gear, and a few others were venturing out, coffee cups in head, to watch the sunrise.

I was hoping the large cloud mass on the horizon would make for a more beautiful sunrise than it actually did. Still, having the four of us there made it a memorable way to begin our first day here at Ormond Beach, which is only a 1.5-ish hour drive from UF, where L is studying.

After a half hour on the beach, we returned from a solid breakfast of bacon and eggs with biscuits before all decided that 9:00 am is a perfect time for a late-morning nap. We've all been sleep-deprived over the last few weeks, and since we had absolutely nothing planned for the day except some time on the beach, we all trundled back to our bed

In the afternoon, the kids took another nap (we did come here, after all, to relax) while K and I went on a walk.

Ormond Beach Day 1

Saturday 14 March 2026

We've come down to Florida to spend a couple of days on the beach with L. In some miracle of timing, all three of us connected to or involved in education have spring break the same week. So we arrived today and went straight to the beach after dinner.

Twenty Years Ago

Wednesday 11 March 2026

Spring

Monday 09 March 2026

Spring has begun poking its head around the corner, hinting at what's to come with warm sunny days that have brought the yellow bells to bloom and encouraged the lawn to shoot up in a few spots. The blueberry bushes at the base of the driveway are already opening blossoms and whispering of the cobblers and preserves that K will be making in the coming weeks. Trees are budding, and soon the wisteria that hangs from the trees across from our house will start sharing its blue and white blooms. I've mowed once, and K has begun planning our spring planting.

We all begin thinking about the summer and our trip to Polska to celebrate Babcia's eightieth birthday -- it will be the first time we've ever gone back-to-back summers. My first year at the new school is coming to a close slowly (only one more quarter remaining), and since we'll be moving into our new building next year (though we keep hearing it will be ready by late April, I doubt it), it's like starting over a second year in a row.

That's the heart of spring: starting over -- the beginning of warmth, of evenings on the back deck with friends, of early-morning light that stretches into the late evening, of fresh. We brush off the malaise of the late winter (inasmuch as we have such a thing here in the south) and warm ourselves again.

Everything seems to be ending and beginning at the same time. The Boy is finishing middle school; the Girl is beginning college, truly learnings is rhythms. And next week, spring ends with temperatures falling to the twenties...

Peace Center Performance

Sunday 08 March 2026

This evening the Boy's youth orchestra had a concert at the Peace Center -- the premier performance space in Greenville. It's where we saw Fiddler on the Roof, Mahler's Symphony No. 2, and The Sound of Music, among other shows. Yo Yo Ma is playing there in a month.

During the second piece, E had a solo: "a mournful trombone" according to the program notes.

K teared up to hear what he's been working on for weeks in its full context. I might have experienced a touch of dampness as well.

Soccer

Saturday 07 March 2026

A Cult

Wednesday 04 March 2026

I grew up in a cult, and that means I grew up learning how to be adept at double-speak and managing cognitive dissonance in many areas but especially in questions of power. We were taught that God was unquestionably in charge and not to be questions -- nothing extraordinarily unusual about that since that's a fairly orthodox position. However, we learned that we had to transfer that kind of blind obedience to God's only true representative on Earth, Herbert Armstrong. Not only were we to obey him but we were also to assist him. Our job was not to proselytize or to try to win converts to our religion. That was God's job through Armstrong's preaching. Our job was simply to support him, and there was only one kind of support he wanted: fiscal. We weren't to question what he did with the money we sent him. We weren't to entertain doubts about the wisdom of his decisions even when they seemed to be causing problems members individually or the church as a whole.

The most wide-spread cult in America today is unquestionably MAGA with its unquestioning loyalty to Trump. Every now and then, I read something that seems so perfectly parallel to how members of Armstrong's cult used to talk that I feel I'm simply hearing a sermon from my youth.

I discovered this picture posted on social media recently, and combined with the poster's own thoughts, it fairly accurately mirrors all the destructive thinking patterns of Armstrong's own cult.

The most immediately obvious parallel of the hagiographic nature of followers' descriptions. This idea of Trump sacrificing so much to save America has been around in memes for a while.

This is one my own mother shared early in Trump's first term. It has much more blatantly messianic tones than this newer one, but the sentiment is the same.

The original post included the author's own thoughts about Trump's recent actions:

Yes! He is TRYING to save our whole world!! Trying to demand peace. The road to that is very rocky, but you have to be willing to do it and endure any roadblocks and hiccups along the way. But if you stay strong and stay faithful, you are doing your part.

Almost every sentence of this echoes the thinking that pervaded my cultic upbringing.

"He is TRYING to save our whole world!" This notion parallels notions that Herbert Armstrong and his organization were literally the only thing holding at bay the complete destruction of not just America but the whole world.

Additionally, Trump is "[t]rying to demand peace." This is in direct opposition to what we're seeing with our own eyes. This gaslighting is critical to cults. It allows followers to ignore their own experience and thoughts when they contradict the official story. He's not killing civilians in American cities, extra-judiciously attacking boats in the Gulf of Mexico, or initiating a completely unprovoked war. That's violence. That's not what he's about. He's about peace. He's said it himself countless times over the last ten years, and just because it seems to contradict his actions, we just have to listen to him and understand that he is trying to create peace through his violence. Doublethink at its best.

However, we must understand that the "road to that [peace] is very rocky, but you have to be willing to do it and endure any roadblocks and hiccups along the way." Again, don't pay attention to your own eyes. Ignore the reality you're seeing. These are just hiccups, roadblocks to our complete supremacy and world peace. Just remember that "if you stay strong and stay faithful, you are doing your part." Your part is not to think. Not to question. It's to support -- without question, without thought, without doubt. Our dear leader knows best. After all, look at all he sacrificed to reach this moment. Ignore the riches he's created for himself by using his position. He sacrificed because he said he sacrificed.

I intentionally retained the pronoun-antecedent ambiguity of the above paragraphs simply to illustrate the fact that one could use either "Trump" or "Armstrong" as the antecedent, and the result would be identical.

Fiddlesticks

Tuesday 03 March 2026

Though we did not celebrate Christmas, my parents often bought me something to occupy my time during winter break. One year, likely 1979 or 1980, they bought me an enormous box of Fiddlesticks, plastic building toys consisting of plastic tubes of varying lengths and colors along with connectors of various configurations.

My set came with strange Batman, Superman, Hulk, and Spider-man figures that bent at the waist and had stickers to represent the sides of their bodies, but they all had their heads turned and their fits balled at their waists, making them look more constipated than ferocious.

The first item in the instruction booklet was a gigantic plane that I probably built at least twenty times. The toy required substantial imaginative license as there was actually nothing solid about the plane (or any other toy one created with the set). Everything, then, looked particularly unrealistic, but I, a kid in the early-eighties, couldn't have cared less.

As with many of the other toys I had, I grew tired of creating just the pre-planned planes, rockets, and cars and began creating my own things: guns (it was particularly good for creating assault rifles), stilettos, and incendiary devices.

And the thought of them came to me today out of the blue...

Regional Band Concert

Sunday 01 March 2026

All Region Band

Saturday 28 February 2026