One morning I heard the Buffalo Springfield song For What It's Worth on the radio.
It's the one with the chorus Stop, children, what's that sound? Everybody look what's going down.
When I heard that I thought: Damn, I'm old. I remember when that song was first played on the radio.
After checking on the net, I found it was released in January 1967. That was 44 years and 6 months ago.
Damn, I'm old.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Not Fully Human
Here are two examples of people who are not fully human. One never had full humanity. The other had lost it.
One
A boss I had about 35 years ago had the personality of a wall. But it was a wall made of concrete blocks or drywall and not from, say, bricks. They have some character with the mortar sticking out irregularly between them.
Two
There was the mub: Half man and half grub. I once knew a man like that. He was pale with a very light yellowish tinge to his skin. He was bald and short: No taller than 5ft6in, if that. He also wore those eyeglasses where the lenses turn dark in sunlight; his glasses were like that when he was inside.
What was most creepy was that he spoke in low tones, as if he was selling drugs and pornography. And not, say, marijuana and Sports Illustrated/Playboy pinups; it was more like heroin and pictures of teenagers fucking.
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These are from notes I found in my put-this-in-the-blog-folder. I decided to combine them because they are somewhat related.
One
A boss I had about 35 years ago had the personality of a wall. But it was a wall made of concrete blocks or drywall and not from, say, bricks. They have some character with the mortar sticking out irregularly between them.
Two
There was the mub: Half man and half grub. I once knew a man like that. He was pale with a very light yellowish tinge to his skin. He was bald and short: No taller than 5ft6in, if that. He also wore those eyeglasses where the lenses turn dark in sunlight; his glasses were like that when he was inside.
What was most creepy was that he spoke in low tones, as if he was selling drugs and pornography. And not, say, marijuana and Sports Illustrated/Playboy pinups; it was more like heroin and pictures of teenagers fucking.
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These are from notes I found in my put-this-in-the-blog-folder. I decided to combine them because they are somewhat related.
Plain ... Beautiful ... What Is It?
I was surfing a forum on the web/internet/whatever last month when I saw this statement from a guy to his gal:
Yeah, it's plain to see, baby, you're beautiful ...
When I read that, I thought WTF? Plain and beautiful are two different things: Very different.
Damn. Just another example of cliched and lazy writing from automatic thinking.
Now if he had said It's easy to see, baby, you're beautiful, it would still be a cliche. But at least it wouldn't be contradictory.
Yeah, it's plain to see, baby, you're beautiful ...
When I read that, I thought WTF? Plain and beautiful are two different things: Very different.
Damn. Just another example of cliched and lazy writing from automatic thinking.
Now if he had said It's easy to see, baby, you're beautiful, it would still be a cliche. But at least it wouldn't be contradictory.
One Smile Needed
A woman committed suicide by jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge.
The police found her car. In it was this note:
I'm going to walk to the bridge. If one person smiles at me on the way, I will not jump.
The police found her car. In it was this note:
I'm going to walk to the bridge. If one person smiles at me on the way, I will not jump.
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