Revisiting ‘Deadwood,’ With Star Timothy Olyphant And Creator David Milch

So I am sorting my life as I prepare for a move to the Czech Republic – you know, putting things away, throwing things out, selecting things to stay with me on my journey. One thing is – I’m going through scraps and notes, notebooks and half-hearted incomplete journals to collect what I wont consign. I find a note. I read it to say "thinking is the energy of action". Apparently it is from a "David Mitch" of "Dead Wood" fame. There’s a few problems to work out though. I don’t know who David Mitch is, what Dead Wood is, and I’m not sure if that’s a quote. Also – I can’t read my own handwriting. Thankfully Google can figure out my mistakes for me. Corrections: It’s David Milch. Also – the quote is "thinking is invariably the enemy of action". It’s from an interview with Terry Gross in May 2019 which might be when I took the note. Thing is – I like the mistake better. Thinking is the energy of action!! Is it really a mistake? Bob Ross- always close to my soul said many times that there are no mistakes in painting as in life- only happy accidents. Play with that mistake would you? It’s marvelous. When you act decisively – it gives rise to some real thought. I can sit in one place a long while and think hard and get stuck – but when I act, then I get some real thinking – thinking that is like light and warmth – thinking that is energy. And it can be a feedback loop too right? I mean – there is some thought that goes into it before we act if we are wise, yes? The spark that starts the car is in turn powered by the engine of action in a circle. So life is a balance of right thought and right action. Reflection and motion – like the Buddha told us. You don’t want one without the other, nor too little or too much of either. Thought is the energy of action. Just so! Accidents are sometimes gifts from the stars, and the "bad eyes" of us older folks are sometimes tricky good eyes.

Faizi Crofts
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Invictus – Latin for “unconquered”


Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

note: I encountered a line from this poem while watching "The Douglas Dynasty", ABCNews special. In trying to understand the incarceration epidemic in the country, this special can be a vital touchstone because it involves a family that will be familiar to many people; because they are articulate on certain related subjects such as substance abuse, family issues and personal dispare; and because it is a success story which shows what is possible when an incarcerated person is valued by their family and community. I’m hoping some folks will find the story inspiring and informative in some way and will help to encourage compassion, hope and generosity towards incarcerated individuals in general for which they are in such great need. So – if you want to begin to understand this stuff better – if you are curious, watch the series and then maybe read Michelle Alexander’s "The New Jim Crow (or get the audiobook which is excellently read)".
The Douglas Dynasty:
part 1
part 2
part 3

The New Jim Crow