Author Archives: L. G. William Chapman, B.A., LL.B.

About L. G. William Chapman, B.A., LL.B.

Past President, Mississippi Masonic Hall Inc.; Past Master (by demit) of Mississippi Lodge No. 147, A.F. and A.M., G.R.C. (in Ontario) Chartered by the Grand Lodge of Canada July 20, 1861; Don, Devonshire House, University of Toronto, Toronto, Ontario; Juris Doctor, Dalhousie Law School, Halifax, Nova Scotia; Bachelor of Arts (Philosophy), Glendon Hall, York University, Toronto, Ontario; Old Boy (House Captain, Regimental Sgt. Major, Prefect and Head Boy), St. Andrew's College, Aurora, Ontario.

Car repair

Alex, the Service Advisor at the car dealership in Arnprior, told me last week when we made the appointment to be there promptly at 8:00 am today (or possibly a minute or so later but nothing more) because the chap whom they commission to correct these mysterious electronic problems can arrive anywhere between eight o’clock in the morning and four-thirty in the afternoon; and, if my car is not there directly upon his arrival the tech guru will simply move on to the next dealership in the area where he conducts similar services.  The dealership itself has been unable on three previous occasions to correct (or, more exactly, to sustain the correction of) the tiny but annoying defect (absent sound system for the turn signals). Initially it was a defect which affected the radio sound as well so I am uncertain how broadly the problem may pervade the vehicle. The continued recurrence of the absent signal sounds has been central to my disturbance; the sina qua non so to speak.

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Happy Birthday, Camille!

Lawyers, let’s face it, are plagiarists.  Apart from such inventive intellects as Lord Thompson Denning, Master of the Rolls who for example advanced the novel thesis that “a bastard is a child” most lawyers prefer to derive credibility from more traditionally accepted propositions such as “you cannot give what you do not have” which naturally sounds even more persuasive in Latin as Nemo dat quod non habet.  And while even the most trite averment is subject to interpretation, I am today (December 20, 2023) comforted to know two indisputable facts; namely, 1) it is Camille’s 24th birthday; and, 2) the following recipe (or what I mischievously call a “compôte” although it isn’t cooked) is nonpareil.

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Snow upon the meadow

Christmas Eve is five days hence. I was replenished with a festive air as I drove into the City today throughout the length of the snowy white fields adjacent the Appleton Side Road and then along the undulating ribbon of highway bordering open farmlands to my mark. As I drove the breeziness was complemented by the sudden appearance of blue sky behind the vapours of cloud which serenely parted across the horizon.

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What’s new?

Taiwan (its capital Taipei shown in the featured image above with one of the tallest buildings in the world) is an island in the East China Sea, north of New Zealand, Australia, Papua New Guinea, Indonesia and the Philippines. It’s south of Korea and Japan in the southern part of the North Pacific Ocean. It is east of Viet Nam, Thailand and China. Russia hovers above it all. India, Africa, South America and North America are continents away to the west.

A young man who spent several years working at one of Taiwan’s largest electronics companies agrees: “I think Taiwan’s companies are bad at making big breakthroughs in technology. But they are very good at taking someone else’s idea and making it better. This can be done by trial and error, continuously tweaking small things.”

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December philosophy

I was born in the month of December. Serendipitously I know of six other people (family and friends) who were born in the month of December. I am especially empathetic to these people though for reasons I could not reasonably or logically assert. There may be others within my proximate sphere who were also born in December but these six are people to whom I ritually send a birthday greeting or to whom I have lately taken to do so. The majority of them were born precipitously close to Christmas Day. That detail, as you might imagine, works against the celebration of their birth. I find the social conventions surrounding Christmas start early in the month of December; and accordingly collide as an interruption of one’s natal anniversary.  It is a tangent especially toxic to gift giving (if anyone is counting).

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Where does the time go?

It would be a distortion to say that I am busy throughout the day; nonetheless I regularly find myself asking, “Where does the time go?”  It’s now late afternoon. The sun has already set in league with the approaching hibernal solstice on December 22 at 0:3:28 (when either of earth’s poles reaches its maximum tilt away from the sun depending whether in the Northern or Southern hemisphere).

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Have yourself a merry little Christmas!

My sister telephoned today.  It was before noon.  That speaks to the intensity of the season!  Sh-h-h! She is a late riser (if the truth be told). But today is the 14th of December and the Christmas season is upon us with its pitiless flood and urgency. She accordingly wasted no time addressing the purpose of her call other than first to inquire i) if I were at home or in the car, and ii) whether I were having lunch.  I replied I was at my desk absorbing the dynamic view upriver. In fact I had only just finished my breakfast. So much for the slur about early risers. With those formalities conveniently and speedily disposed of, we then entertained the tenor of her call; namely, to invite us to their home in the Glebe for luncheon on Christmas Day, December 25th @ 12:30 pm.

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Identity

Identity in my vocabulary is more about selfhood (as in “personal identity”) than similarity.  A related definition is the characteristics determining who or what a person or thing is; as in, “a distinct Canadian identity”. The singular nature of the word identity is peculiar because it derives from the Latin idem which means the same; as in, “the identity between the city and suburbs”.

Identity (noun) c. 1600, “sameness, oneness, state of being the same,” from French identité (14c.), from Medieval Latin identitatem (nominative identitas) “sameness,” ultimately from Latin idem (neuter) “the same” (see idem).

Why it is that having a personal identity is so important I can only attribute to the fact that, unlike bees in the hive or ants in the nest, we humans are not identical. Among humans the adoption of identity is far from internalized only.  It extends outwardly for example to political identity, “the tendency to base one’s politics on a sense of personal identity—as gay, as Jewish, as Black, as female ….. [Diana Fuss, Essentially Speaking, “1989]”. Indeed at almost every stage of the evolution of a particular person it is not difficult to define some notable identity. Granted, the definition of that identity may be distorted or discoloured by those imposing the particular identity; but it is never obstructed.  It is safely assured that each of us has a yearning to establish, define and preserve our own identity whether for ulterior purposes or merely for self-satisfaction.  Sometimes our personal identity matters only to ourselves; at other times it has a bearing upon what others think of us.  Sometimes we seek to disguise our identity; at other times, we seek to promote it. Personal identity remains however an internal mechanism to which we are inextricably attached and from which our character derives and our music is heard.  Make no mistake the seeds were planted within long ago!

Personal identity is seldom static even if it remains unprovoked by our internal mechanism.  To that extent identity is not unlike any other living thing in that it may one day blossom, another day droop; or, merely evolve from active to passive, bright to dull, life to death. Throughout the process however we maintain our allegiance to the determination of our personal identity because we are not unwitting bystanders but instead creatures who derive stimulation from our changing personal identity.  We are driven by an innate mandate; one which seeks resolution of dilemma (whatever that may be for each of us). At times the personal identity may define what we feel to be distinct improvement or betterment. In that regard personal identity is always about growth (which once again I remind you is derivative not manufactured).

There is however some risk associated with the advancement of personal identity. It is by no means an entirely natural process; by which I mean to emphasize that certain personal identities may be fabrications not descriptions of solely “personal” identity. Nonetheless both evolutions go hand-in-hand; hence the quip “You can take the boy out of the country but not the country out of the boy!” Personal identity is thus conjoined to the rudimentary realities of one’s life, from beginning to end, a conglomerate of successive transformations.

As for the catalysts of these transformations I suggest the following (in order of priority of influence though not necessarily manifestation):

  1. family (including ancestors and heirs);
  2. education;
  3. employment/career;
  4. possessions;
  5. social contribution (financial and volunteering); and,
  6. legacy (financial or intellectual).

Certainly not everyone aspires to leave a legacy of any nature whatsoever to the planet.  Some may wish to be remembered in a particular way.  Others will devote themselves to fulfillment of what they believe to be their particular talents. Yet while each of us is alive we harbour an undeterred sense of personal identity which unwittingly or otherwise we seek to fulfill. Whether this knowledge is sufficient to disturb our activity or enterprise is another question. As one grows older the possibility of wistful regard upon the past is not lost. The nostalgia may be reflective only, not doleful. In either event one must confess that historic credentials (as generous or otherwise as they may have been) are not prescriptive of the future. The point to keep in mind at all times is that the definition of personal identity is strategic only to oneself in spite of our past association of that identity with external causes, people, events and materiality (commonly called “appearances”). Identity like time itself transitions along a scale and never reverts to what it once was. Sometimes the effect of these transitions is corrupted by overpowering elements like alcoholism, murder, catastrophic accident, severe illness or surgery. But it is nonetheless highly unusual for one’s personal identity to be smothered entirely no matter what happens. It is for this very reason that one’s personal identity is so deeply embedded within us – and thus equally nutritious given the strength of even the most moderate wholesomeness.

Measure of Change

There are moments when everything is in apple pie order, when the weather is likable, one’s bowels are serenely digested, the car is scrubbed and running up to snuff (or what the late Hughie Whitten distilled as a “clean windshield and a full tank of gas”), when there are no animosities or misunderstandings in sight, when one feels an unrestrained tenor of well-being and perhaps a drift of magnanimity.

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