Holiday Greetings & A Progress Report

First, Happy New Year to all who will read this blog, wherever you may be. And I hope you all will have a healthy and prosperous 2013.

Second, I hope all of you had a merry Christmas/Hannukah/Kwaanza/Yule/Saturnalia/Festivus/whatever you celebrated earlier this month. I had a decent one. I spent Christmas Eve at my older brother's house with his family, his wife's family, my younger brother, his wife, and their son. 

Food was served, but I filled myself with appetizers and ate only one ham sandwich and no turkey sandwiches.

I also got a $5 gift card from Sears at part of an exchange.

Since Dec. 25, I've stayed around here and mostly gone out for errands and runs to the local library. I plan to stay in tonight because there is a weather advisory until 7 a.m. Tuesday; from 1.5-4 inches of snow could fall.  

It also will be amateur night for those who drink when intoxicated.   

But starting Wednesday, I plan to become more active and get out of my apartment and my city of residence.

One notable thing has happened between the last time I posted and now. I was awake around 1 a.m. Dec. 16 and had just peed when the phone rang. I thought Oh fuck what is THIS about? The only thing I could think of was that one of my brothers or a member of their families were in critical condition -- or worse.

Calling was a woman looking for a man with my true name. She asked me, "Are you X------?" I said yes.

She asked me if I had a sister named Michelle. I said I didn't. (By the way, I don't have a sister.) 

She also asked me about my cousin Philip Falls. I told her I don't have a cousin with that name.

She apologized about calling me at that time of night, but added she had bad news that he had to be told then.

I wonder if she ever contacted the man she was looking for.

I've also been trying off and on to delete some of my posts, but Blogger has changed the ways the posts are made and deleted to a more complicated process than the one that I was using when I was actively writing here. So I'll leave a lot more posts that I thought I would.

I've established on the net a site where I can let it all hang out as loosely as I want. I've posted a few things and have yet to post what I truly want.

So, goodbye until the next post, whenever that will be.

Farewell, More Or Less

After I thought about it for a day I decided to more or less stop posting regularly in this blog. My reasons for stopping are in the post below.

I plan to go through some notes that I had for some stories, write/organize/edit them, and then post them here; I just need to review them.

I also will keep some of my past posts, because I'm proud that I wrote them and someone might come across and read them. But I will delete many of these posts which will leave a small and reduced blog.

So, farewell for now. If you ever read this blog or any of its posts, thank you. I only wish you had left some comments. The comments I got after four of my posts were spam.

 I only told one person about this blog: An old friend who looked at it about a couple of years ago and liked a few things about it.

I Don't Even Know...

why I bother to post at this blog, let alone keep it active.

This post will be the 43rd of this year that I've made. Last year, I wrote 59 posts. So it's not like I've been burning to post. I've just lost the desire. At least here. I've found another forum to post things and I get some readership, even though it's not a lot.

So I'll start another hiatus. This time, though, it might just be the end. 

If I stop this blog, I'll let you know. I'll make it formal with an announcement.

In the meantime, watch this space.

one man's life in a peanut shell

nothing to say. many things to do.

i’ll start now…

time passes...things done...

well, i'm rich!

and i have a family!

My Health, Lately

Well, I give thanks that I'm relatively healthy when more medical problems hit.

On the afternoon of Saturday, Nov. 24, I felt tired and fatigued as I had when the battery of pacemaker had run down. I thought: Oh damn another malfunction -- and so damn soon!
and went to the local hospital's emergency room.

Seems that I had some internal bleeding that was being discharged in my stools. Out of a hemoglobin level of between 13.5 and 15, I had 5. I had noticed my stools were a different color -- dark black with a reddish tint -- but thought they were that way because of a food I had eaten.

I started to received the first of three units of blood (a unit = a pint plus) and was admitted Saturday night. I stayed until Wednesday morning, and I'm sure it was one day more than necessary because it was during the long Thanksgiving weekend.

Doctors inserted a camera through my windpipe to the end of my stomach/beginning of my small intestine. They found no bleeding there. The next day I received a colonoscopy after I received a liquid enema. I drank some foul liquid and spend about half the night on a portable commode. Even then I wasn't clean enough so I recived two quarts of soapy water to complete the cleansing.

During the colonocopy, the doctors found no bleeding.

I was released Nov. 28 and was told to eat a lot of iron-rich foods as well as take 650 milligrams of iron a day and get a lot of rest. I have had no relapse of any symptoms and my hemoglobin levels were at 10.9 on Thursday -- up from 8.9 on Dec. 1.

A follow-up appointment is scheduled for Dec. 17, a week from this coming Monday.

ADDENUM, JAN. 23, 2013: At my follow up appointment, my doctor told me to eat iron-rich foods, such as spinach and apricots. I'm lucky that I like both foods.

He also told me to keep taking the iron twice a day until April 1. Damn. I take them after I eat breakfast and inner because they leave a mildly nasty taste in my mouth. 

Giving Thanks

As the sun drops below the western horizon, and the darkness of night in late November comes for approximately 14 hours, I pause to give thanks that I:

Am alive and in relatively decent health for a man of my age and lack of exercise;

Will be having Thanksgiving dinner with my older brother and his family tomorrow, therefore having some companionship after spending today by myself;

Have no reason to go to any stores of shopping malls tomorrow or tonight. Yes, tonight; the stories just can't wait to start the sales.

Some call tomorrow Black Friday because black = profits. I call it Black Friday because black = tragedy. 

How Things Have Gone Lately

Posting has been very light this year because of two big reasons.

I hit one of those sloughs of despond, to quote John Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress, or depressive moments of life into which I often slip. During the past, I didn't post when them came onto me. But after they left, I started again.

I've also had some health problems. In late August, the battery of my pacemaker prematurely ran low on power and I only went to the hospital when I felt I was practically on death's door. 

(I don't know if I've written before on why I need a pacemaker. I'll have to check my past posts. If I haven't, I might do so later.)

Then a month later, I had an emergency appendectomy. And a week after that, about half the incision split into an open wound, which is finally healing.

So my health hasn't been the best for the last three months and I've wanted to rest instead of posting here. Please forgive me for that.

Other posts may come; they may not. As I've said before: Watch this space.

But I say this with some pride: I no longer smoke cigarettes, although I've fought off some strong desires to go out and buy a pack and light up. To feel that hit would be great, but I know I can't just put it aside, like I can with alcohol. 

Nocember And The Cold Season

We are now in the middle of the time I call Nocember -- where November and December tend to combine because of the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays, which can seem to run together if you let them.

Also, the days get colder and the daylight grows shorter. You'll see the first snow of the late fall/early winter season. 

(No snow has fallen as of today, but the first frost of the season fell during the night of Sunday, Oct. 7. )

It's also the start of what I call The Cold Season. It lasts from late October to sometimes between St. Patrick's Day or April 1 at the latest. Not only does the weather get colder, but chances of catching a cold or coming down with a light case of  the flu or the 24-hour bug increase.

To fight that, I take a 500-milligram pill of Vitamin C every day, starting from Halloween to Tax Day. From April 16 to late October, I take the same dose every other day.

I've been doing this for the last few years. Sometimes I think it's been five years. sometimes I think it's seven. But I know this. I haven't come down with a cold or the flu since I've started, and I recommend that everybody I know do the same thing.

Septober

... wasn't a month or time of year but more like a style of weather.

Because it was after Labor Day, the temperatures were warm enough but not hot and humid. And because it was before Halloween, the temperatures were not cool to chilly.

Also, the skies were bright and sunny but not blinding enough for sunglasses. And often, a few clouds were in the sky.

A couple of Saturdays earlier this month -- one was yesterday, the other I forgot offhand now -- were like that: The perfect weather for a great day of college football.

The Story of Oh ... My God ...

One Saturday afternoon, Charles was browsing through his favorite used book store. 

He had come to its erotic books section, looked at a shelf just below his eye level, and saw a copy of The Story of O.

He picked up it and was going to browse through it because he thought he might buy it.

But on the inside of the front cover he saw the name of his aunt ... his mother's sister ... the one who was ... as his family put it ... "adventurous."

He found that disturbing.

Then he inhaled deeply.

The book had a faint smell of pussy.

He found that VERY disturbing, put the book back in the shelves, and immediately left the bookstore.

He was one of those people who thought knowledge about the sex lives of his family was like knowledge about how sausages are made: There was NO good reason to know the specifics.

The Book Of Matches...

the book of matches... chapter 7 verses 11-14
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the eagle flies on friday...
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love her loNNNNGGGG-ly... and stroNNNNGGGG-ly...
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a man whose heart is as big as his feet... 15DD...
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we were scrounging around for pennies and nickles and the occasional dimes like rats scrambling through scraps of garbage.
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the football chiefs play in kansas city.
the football cheifs play in kansas cyti.
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you're under the shower nozzle...
you're under the weather...
you're under arrest...
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the nice thing about a constitutional monarchy is that you have all the of the pomp but none of the circumstances.
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fulton... except your fate...
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damn! i've been officially squddified!
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benny penny... 
close enough... 
have a coin... 
or a few... 
use them to 
buy some biscuits... 
and maybe 
some gravy...
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the letters in the alphabet soup spell HOO HOO HOO...
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DUDE... SMOKE SOME OF THIS RIP-YOUR-MIND-UP&OUT&OFF-WEED.
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his idea of paradise was a country with no spiders.
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the arm...
it's groaning...
oh my god!
it's growing...
A LEG!!!
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she told her sister:
"usually in a failing marriage, the sex is the first thing to go. but for us, it's all we have left."

The Five Finger Discount

Those who invade and steal from private spaces and persons -- pickpockets, muggers, and burglars -- are popularly regarded with opprobrium.* Shoplifters, who operate furtively in a more public venue, attract a mixture of scandalized humor and embarassed pity -- more like the reaction to a sex scandal than a serious crime.

--from the article The Secret Shopper: The history of shoplifting, by Jenny Diski in the Sept. 26, 2011 issue of The New Yorker.

*Oppobrium: disgrace from shameful conduct.

After Thoughts About The Fourth

Since yesterday was the Fourth of July, I was halfway tempted to post, at my true name's Facebook page, the following thought:

If the War of Independence had failed, then Washington, Adams, Jefferson, Hamilton, Madison, and other Founding Fathers would've been hung as traitors to the Crown, while Franklin would've lived out the rest of his life in France, chasing les dames.

I also would've posted this: 

If you support the current establishment, then please don't celebrate Independence Day, because if you had been alive in 1776, you would've supported the Brits.

But I didn't do either. I didn't want to read any shit from anyone like what do you mean by that? what's wrong with you? and any other comments that would've been of fear, anger, incomprehension, and resistance.

I have about 230 "friends" on my Facebook page. Many of them are people I knew in high school, and I graduated in 1972. Many of them are good people, but they just don't have a lot of imagination or the ability to see things differently.

Saying the Founding Fathers would've been hung if the British had won the War of Independence would throw many of them for a loop, because history didn't happen that way -- the way the Lord intended. 

And top dogs don't realized that whatever the system, they would've tried to be top dogs: A constitutional monarchy, a tyranny, or a representative democracy.

I've thought that, and I'm goddamm tired of people treating me like some heinous criminal like Jerry Sandusky because of my thoughts. What I think it not illegal. Although to some people, you can break the law for some things if you follow and conform to the social norms. That's the main point I got from Camus' The Stranger.

Those two groups are two large reasons why I despise American society, and try to have as little to do with it as I can. 
Well, enough of this rant for now. However, I have two unrelated things to add:

Besides my Facebook "friends" from high school, from which I graduated in 1972, others are stand-up comedians I got to know between 2005 and 2008, when I starting going to open mikes in the Indianapolis area. Between those 33 years, I went to college and worked at several jobs. I am not a Facebook "friend" to anyone I've met during that time. (They haven't approached me, and, to be honest, I haven't approached them because I don't spend all that much time on it and some of those people are NOT worth a Facebook "friendship.")

And Jerry Sandusky was the former defensive co-ordinator for the Penn State football team who was convicted last month of 40-plus counts of sexually abusing underage boys.

It seems as if the powers that be at Penn State knew of this but didn't act on it.

If Sandusky had been caught sexing a Penn State football player, of legal age and in a consensual act, I wonder how soon he would've been fired and kicked out town if not Pennsylvania.

What Every Home Could Use

I was going to post something... anything... in this blog, because it's been seven weeks and one day since I last wrote here.

(FYI, what had kept me from posting was a serious depressive episode. There were days I didn't shower or shave: Sometimes longer than a week. I decided yesterday that I would kick it today.)

I was up around 4 a.m. this morning. A heavy thunderstorm with strong lightening was happening. That, a thunderstorm late Friday afternoon, was the first rain that had fallen in my area for a while. If I find how long, I'll put it here later.

The storms had stopped a dry spell that made this June one of the driest months in the state's history. As of Friday only 5/100th of an inch of rain had fallen this month.

I was on the internet around 5:20 a.m. when the electricity went out.I went fumbling for candles and flashlights so I could see in the dark. Thankfully, the sun would rise soon.

Then I thought of this things that I recommend for every home, be it house, apartment, or whatever building you can think of:

• A big box of wooden matches, preferably Ohio Blue Tip, with the match stick around an inch long. Having smaller boxes of smaller matches would also help.
• At least one candle nine inches or taller.
• Several tea or votive candles.
• At least one flashlight with batteries that work.

While those are good for emergencies, I also thought of these things that every home should have:

• A ball of string.
• A pack of playing cards.
• A pair of dice.

Take if from me: You won't regret having those items.

And at 8:05 a.m., the power returned. I got back on the net and wrote this after I did some chores around the apartment.

Keeping It Clean...Best Reason Why

Say, in the future, that I criticize Z.Y.X.: A person, an organization, a whatever.

I will keep it clean and keep out the obscenities and profanities: The fucks and shits and goddamns and hells.

It's not because I'm a prude. It's for this reason:

If I use those profanities and obscenities, then Z.Y.Z. will try to discredit my criticism by concentrating on how I said it to deflect attention away from what I said.

A Strong Man

it takes a strong man to master their asses.in the meantime, how about some grand tetons!
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the elephant is in a funk because it's irrelevant. therefore, call it an irrelephant.
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quohog brought the eggnog while quopeg brought the nutmeg.
*she enters through the back door.she writes seven truths on a wall in the living room.then she leaves through the front door.
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i dont have a problem with caffeine...i have a problem without caffeine...
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many a legal client has wanted a new attorney. it's rarely when an attorney wants a new client...*
spruce up your locomotive love life with four pills a day.
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if nothing else I'd sing for you, of you and...if I'm lucky...to you.
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i love you from the bottom of my deck of cards...
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you don't need a sledgehammer. you debase your own life easily enough without anyone else's help.

thank you. it's nice to know i have fans out there.
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if you're an unsavory character, does that make you sweet?
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go fuck yourself on a stake of stupid.
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your greed is so deep it actually makes me want to sell everything I own and live on the floor.
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you can't silence my love.
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i'm just a holy fool. oh baby! it's so cruel.
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i don’t know what makes you so dumb but it really works.
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i'm sick. i have an excuse for that. would you like to see my doctor’s note or just the prescriptions?
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the sun shines out my ass, but you never bother to look.
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your false teeth and real feet have never felt better.
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big gut, small dick, and terrible personality...yeah baby...i'm totally turned on by you...
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i think i might fall…either in love with her...or out of a tree and into a big bowl of chocolate pudding...don't know why the powers that be say i must choose one or the other...
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it's a sad fact of life, but...the forces of gravity always bring us down.

i disagree. gravity is an illusion. in reality, the world sucks.
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fingers
from those hands
hands
from those arms
arms
from those shoulders
shoulders
from that trunk
trunk
from that body 
singular
in and of and by 
itself
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she left town and was about 5 miles from the state line before anyone knew she was gone.

she took with her scarlet secrets and golden coins in an offwhite gunny sack.
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baby...i'm hot for you...and f80 too...

good sir...i'm not for you...and f80 just ain't for you too...you ought to try f42
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it isn't now or never. it's now or next week.

Declining Versus Refusing

I used to be a newspaper reporter and wrote for a living. Therefore, I have an eye that's sharper than average for the use of the English language.

For example, when a public official was asked to comment about an incident, especially one that was controversial, he/she would be said to decline comment.

That is, his or her reply would be polite. It would be usually "No thanks" or "I have nothing to say about it."

But if he or she refused comment, it was impolite.

If the reporter asked the person face to face, he (it usually is a male) could knock the notebook from the reporter's hand and say, "Fuck you for asking me about that shit!"

IF the reporter was asking the question over the telephone, he'd say the same thing and then slam down the phone.

Devil In The Flesh

Somewhat related to the post below.

Overheard recently in a restaurant:

Teresa: Oh that Susie! She's a terrible person! She's worse than Hitler! She's the Devil in the flesh!

Jennifer: Oh, Terrie, she's not that bad.

Teresa: Okay, Jennie. That Susie's a bitch.

Jennifer: WATCH YOUR MOUTH! DON'T YOU EVER CALL A WOMAN A BITCH AROUND ME!

Just Want You To Know

It's spring, and Mary Jane's back.

The 'Edgy' Kid

Ah yes. The "edgy" kid.

Is he the one who rides motorcycles and often gets into fights?

Is he the one who makes the girls go "ooooohhh...?"

Or is he the one who stays to himself and captures/tortures small rodents?

Is he the one who makes the girls go "ewwwww...?"

Both wear black, often brood, smoke cigarettes, and have problems with authority.

Barney Rosset, RIP

I was surfing the net Thursday when I read about the death of Barney Rosset, former publisher of Grove Press.
who died Tuesday at the age of 89.

He, of all the men alive during my life, was the most important and influential in expanding what the First Amendment of the U.S. Constitution would and could cover in this country.

I didn't get a link to his obituary, but The New York Times called him "the flamboyant, provocative publisher who helped change the course of publishing in the United states" and the winner of "ceebrated First Amendment slugfests against censorship."

He had defied censors in the early 1960s by publishing Lady Chatterly's Lover by D.H. Lawrence and Tropic of Cancer byHenry Miller. He went to court to fight censorship and won both of those cases.

He also published The Autobiography of Malcolm X, a controversial book about a controversial man. It also has been one of my favorite books.

However, Barnet didn't just publish controversial books. He also published books of avant-garde literature, such as Samuel Beckett's plays and novels, as well as the plays of European dramatists like Bertolt Brecht, Eugene Ionesco, and Harold Pinter,

(The pic above is of Beckett, on the left, and Rosset. It's been shamelessly lifted from The New York Times website.)

Say what you want about Waiting for Godot or Endgame, but they aren't obscene and were never labeled as such. But they were definitely labeled obscure, and far from plays like...say...

The Man Who Came To Dinner or You Can't Take It With You by George S. Kaufman and Moss Hart...Broadway productions of the 1930s and definitely in the mainstream of their time. And they still stayed mainstream; when I was in high school, the drama department put on a performance of The Man Who Came To Dinner.

But Grove Press is the U.S. publisher for both plays. And I get pleasure from that because it showed a wide range of taste.

Rosset and Grove Press also published French surrealists, American Beat poets, German expressionists, and Games People Play: The Basic Handbook of Transactional Analysis, by Eric C. Berne.

I used to own older, used Grove Press editions of Tropic Of Cancer, The Autobiography Of Malcolm X, and Waiting for Godot. I took pride on owning those editions of those books because they were published by Grove Press, and also were excellent examples of and for the company.

But books, like cars, often get so old that they must be replaced. I bought a new edition of Tropic Of Cancer published by the New American Library and The Autobiography Of Malcolm X with an edition published by Ballentine Books. Both companies, I assure you, would not have published those books during the 1960s.

But I sill have that old Grove Press copy of Waiting For Godot with me. If it's not in good shape, it's in good-enough-for-me shape.

Of Champions ...

breakfast ...

and lunch ...

I don't think you'll be hungry enough for dinner, because if you eat them during a day, you won't be hungry.

And if you eat them all your life, you'll probably die sooner rather than later.

The Titles Of Some Books ...

I won't be reading...and definitely won't be writing...this year or any other year:
The Devil, Miss Jones, And The Deep Blue Sea

The Human Pretzel

Syphilisation And Its Malcontents

The Designated Negro

Notes From Just Under The Surface

Crosstown Ladies/Midtown Wives

Lucifer's Debutants

Beneath The Valley Of The Angry Gray Ultra-Goblins

From Walmart To Wall Street And Back Again

Y Kant Immanuel Think

Mandelbaum And Mandelbrot

Paradise Misplaced

Say Cheese

i'm browsing through thousands of single slices of cheese.

to be exact, 2350 of them.

of that number, 560 are swiss. the rest are american.

i'm putting them in chronological order: which ones to eat first tomorrow afternoon and which ones to eat every day after that until two months from next thursday.

thanks for your offer to help me but i don't want it now. counting the cheese slices and putting them in order relieves my mind of my sorrow at the mediocrity and mendacity of everyday life.

Two Things, Noted

I was out running errands Monday morning. These two things, I thought, were worth noting in this blog:

One
At the northeast corner of a busy intersection, I saw a young man dancing in place. He was advertising a sale at a national hairstyling chain: $6.99 for a hair cut instead of the regular $12. His costume was a blue bottle, probably of shampoo, with a white cap.

He was less than 100 yards from a spot where a tax-preparation business usually has a young man dancing in place during tax season. He usually wears a costume that is of the Statue of Liberty, down to the sea green robes and crown.

About two weeks ago, I saw a young man dancing place there as he was wearing a Spider-Man mask and shirt under his Statue of Liberty costume. It was cold and snowy and the winds were blowing hard, so I believe he wore it to keep warm.

Two
I went to the local post office to get some stamps and mail some bills. As I was leaving, I dropped my stocking cap. I had removed my cap when I entered the post office because I was taught it was mannerly to remove your hat (or, in this case, cap) when you were indoors.

Some bastard asshole going into the post office said, "Hey, you dropped your hat, buddy."

I picked up my stocking cap and said, halfway between a whisper to myself and my regular speaking tone: "Why didn't you help me pick it up, asshole?"

I did a few more errands. As I was driving home, I saw the asshole walking on the main north-south street of my city. but I wasn't mad enough at him to yell out my car window at him or give him any other shit.

I was surprised at my semi-outburst. In in the past, I usually would've kept quiet during such an incident.

Happy Valentines

All right...

Just to prove I'm no grump, I wish all of you a happy Valentine's Day...especially if you have a special someone to share the day.

And here's my valentine to the world.

(In case you don't know, that is Hobbes the tiger from Bill Watterson's comic Calvin and Hobbes, giving all of you the heart sign.)

A Few Notes On The Lower Middle Class

...that, I must admit, I despise more than the ignorant and belligerent working class -- that is, white trash/rednecks.

One
It's basically white-collar people with a blue-collar attitude. They're trapped economically between the middle/upper-middle classes and the working class. Its members usually don't rise to the middle class or higher, no matter how much they bow and scrape to them, and are scared to death of dropping into the blue collar working class and the loss of social status that comes from that.

Two
They often lack a certain class or style. They are often uncultured and boast about that. They tend to be rude, hostile, and belligerent against the arts and artists.

Three
They are often strongly bigoted against women, minorities and gays. But in secret. They don't have the courage of their convictions, no matter how terrible.

Opposed to them is the upper class, whose members often are just as bigoted but don't hide their opinions because they won't be punished in any way for them. Also opposed to them are the lower classes, who are often just as bigoted but don't care about the consequences from their bigotry.

Four
They rarely openly defy authority, but burn with anger and sometimes hatred of it. It was why so many of them back in the 1960s hated the radicals like Students for a Democratic Society in its more militant phase or apolitical hippies who often went their own way.

Five
They tend to be anti-Semitic. Just as many blacks believe THE MAN -- that is, whites -- keep them down, the white lower middle class blames THE JEW for their misfortunes.

Six
Looking back, I had an uncle who had that attitude, even though he was an executive for a telephone company. He was transferred from the Indianapolis office to the New York office. His children/my cousins halfway jokingly called him Archie Bunker.

I also worked for an editor who had those attitudes; he was the first anti-Semite I ever knew personally.

Infamous people with that outlook include Richard Nixon and ... Adolf Hitler.

The Republican party has courted those types of people for the last 40-plus years. Often, that has bit its members in the ass.

Seven
I've been writing around these people in this blog. As the year passes, I hope I have the tenacity ... and the courage ... to deal with them and to expand my notes into a more formal post.

Jumping

Jumping from bridges into rivers or lakes or bays or other bodies of water ...

Jumping to conclusions, often wrong, when you don't have all the information you need to make the correct decision, or much of that information is wrong.

Jumping out of a plane? Make sure you're wearing a parachute.

Jumping for joy? What a cliche. Celebrate like an adult. Please.

Jumping jack? The exercise? The picture above is poor form for it.

Jumping beans? From Mexico. And they do exist. Please clink the link here if you want more information.

Highly...But Not Lowly?

Hghly is often used as a synonym for very of plausible. But you never see or hear lowly used as a synonym for not very or implausible.
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When a Victorian lady wanted to get fucked, she would say to a man:

"O love, kindly possess me in the carnal manner, if you please."
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The drinking glass is bipolar; it's either empty or so full it's overflowing.
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I was watching the TV show Cops the other day. I wasn't sure if the episode was filmed in the South during the late 1980s ... or filmed in the South today.
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if truth be told,
then truth be bold ...
or so you hope.
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You're so goddamn stupid because you got brain damage from sticking your head up your ass!
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Meanwhile in the back woods, a brown bear wanders...it's either 10 feet tall or 10 feet long...depending on if he's vertical or horizontal...and weighs 1,500 pounds...that doesn't depend on if he's vertical or horizontal...
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I bent down the smell the flowers ... and got a kiss from a rose at the tip of my nose.
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It ain't love if you're charging for it, baby.
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During the early 1980s, the Reagan administration's economic policies were described as trickle down, but not flow down. I wonder why.
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it's strange how a couple who's vocal while sexing can often sound like either he or she or both of them are getting tortured or killed: especially if the woman doesn't lie there like a sack of potato flour.
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The weight of the injustice in this world can crush your soul to the size of a pea.
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"Did someone say chicken pot pie?" the stoner asked. "Woah, dude, those are three of my most favorite things."
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He liked his women the way he liked his kiwi fruit: firm yet yielding, sweet yet tart, and with short, fuzzy brown hair.
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She was the snotty member of a snobby sorority. She and her "sisters" were impossibly tall, impossibly lean, and impossibly blonde.
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O well that's done ... so put a spork in it ...
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NOTE: I'm revamping the format of jottings. I'm deleting sentence fragments and individual words from the posts, but leaving complete sentences. I plan to do this as an ongoing project for all the jottings posts.

Notes On The Super Bowl

I've written some notes on the Super Bowl, which was played Sunday in Lucas Oil Stadium, Indianapolis. They're some personal observations of things that interested me. Those of you who want more information, including a story with more details about the game, can check the Internet.

ONE
The New York Giants won the Super Bowl 21-17 over the New England Patriots. Giants quarterback Eli Manning, seen in the picture above, lead a fourth-quarter comeback and running back Ahmad Bradshaw scored the go-ahead touchdown with 57 seconds left in the game.

The Giants had beaten the Patriots 17-14 in the 1998 Super Bowl, thereby denying New England a perfect season.

Manning was the game's most valuable player. He had 20 completions of 40 passes for 296 yards and a touchdown. He also was the most valuable player in the 1998 Super Bowl.

TWO
From what I heard, people who visited Indy for the Super Bowl were very pleased with the layout of the venues. All close together and stuff. Because of that, I bet that Indy will host another Super Bowl within the next 10 years, if not before 2020.

For your information, the next three Super Bowls and their sites are: New Orleans, 2013; New York, 2014; and Phoenix 2015. Nothing else has been set after that.

THREE
Weather helped a lot. The week before the game, it seemed a lot more like early spring than midwinter. Last week, temperatures were often in the high 50s and not much rain fell.

(UPDATE, FEB. 11: About half an inch of snow fell the night before. Strong, cold winds were blowing. The high temperatures were in the lower 20s. I must admit: As for the weather, the Indianapolis area was lucky.)

Also, during the last two to three months, several manhole covers in several downtown Indy streets blew off. Luckily, none did the week before the Super Bowl and the day it was played.

FOUR
The people in the Indianapolis area were predominately cheering for the Giants, because Eli Manning is the younger brother of Colts quarterback Peyton Manning. It also cheered against the Patriots who had a strong rivalry with the Colts for the last decade.

FIVE
There was a slight controversy after the game. Gisele Bundchen is a Brazilian supermodel and the wife of Patriots quarterback Tom Brady.

After the game, a Giants fan yelled at her, "Eli owns your husband!" She was caught on video saying to a friend, "My husband cannot fucking throw the ball and catch the ball (at) the same time. I can't believe they (Patriot receivers) dropped the ball so many times."

I must give her credit for standing up for her man. But, on the other hand, she doesn't seem to be very bright or deep. I once read at my local library a cover story about her in Vanity Fair magazine. The author had to pad it to make her interesting.

SIX
I watched the game through the end of the third quarter, when the Patriots were ahead 17-15. I was getting tired and didn't want another cup of coffee. Plus I wasn't strongly emotionally invested in either team; I could wait until Monday morning to see the results.

I also was watching the game through a stream at NBCSports.com. However, it was sluggish and got stuck too many times.

I've had problems with viewing videos since I've been hooked up to the internet at my new apartment. I plan to check on how to speed it up.

SEVEN
I also bought a six-pace of beer Saturday,because Indiana doesn't have any retails sales of alcohol on Sundays. However, I didn't even drink one of them.