Saturday Briefs

Here are some briefs that I decided to put into one post instead of several separate ones.

One
Last Tuesday, I noticed for the first time that the grass was beginning to turn a brighter green as a sign that spring was here.

But Friday, a typical spring bad weather loop was thrown. I was out early, and the sky was overcast from rains that had fallen since Thursday night. The temperatures were in the high 30s. The forecast high was 51 and the forecast low was 37. As for today, the high is forecast to be 53 and the low tonight is forecast to be 36.

Two
I was out at the grocery store and, as I was buying my provisions, I saw a couple books in the calling/greeting card section. One was a book of sports statistics. The other was a book of short inspirational sports stories.

They were published by Hallmark Cards and ESPN.

I thought they were books that a grandmother or aunt would give a grandson or nephew ages 5-15 for his birthday or Chrstimas if the laidies didn't know what he exactly wanted.

Those books were nice gifts, and women of that age (40 or older, at least semi-retired) of the upper-middle to upper class like their things to be nice and their colors to be pastel.

Three
Sitting on a small plate in my kitchen is a wishbone from a broasted chicken I had deboned and deskinned. I had come across it by accident and not on purpose.

I'd like to keep it but it's fragile -- it could snap very easily -- and I don't know where I could store it at my place.

Four
Come Jan. 20, 2017, the end of Barack Obama's second term as president, I predict these group of people will be so happy that they'll pop the champaign and toast:

A. The racists who never wanted to see a black man as president or even in the Oval Office unless he was a janitor;

B. The active agents of the U.S. Secret Service, because the job of guarding the president will become much less stressful and dangerous.

blasted earth, blasted hopes...blast it all...

neither the thousand of battered books...with the poetry and philosophy embedded in their pages...

nor the broken statues...the torn and defaced paintings...none of them helped.

the hard cracked ground already had surrendered all its comforts to the overpowering forces. it had been used up and burned out: weak and half dead.

it was an old bitch gone in the teeth...a botched civilization...abomination...call it 

SYPHILLIZATION.

as the land died, so did the people. too many gone...most into the void...the rest to the edges of it.

i knew it was all over and done except for the shouting...and the shooting...

as the first war slid into the second war as the cock and cum of a senile old man with terminal STDs drips between the legs and from the hole of an old whore, seriously poxied herself.

this is bad and will be bad for a long time.

-- emroe ezroe pwned

UPDATE, APRIL 13: This is a rewrite/edit by yours truly of part of the poem Hugh Selwyn Mauberly by Ezra Pound and something I saw on the net and downloaded for future use. 

I won't claim originality in writing it, because that would be a lie, but I will claim that for rewriting it. 

What You Do With Your Stuff

When you talk about tendencies, to say there are two types of people is somewhat of a cliche and a stereotype. But it often comes close and should be used judiciously, like salt.

Recently, I thought of this example of two type of people:

The type of person who comes home in the evening or at night, dumps his stuff and then goes to bed. He picks up that stuff in the morning.

Then there's the type of person who comes home in the evening or at night, but puts his stuff up and then goes to bed after it's put in its place.

Oppenheimer Etc.

him:
what do we fucking know about the universe ok? we don't even understand our own homes! and we fucking make em!!!!!!!!! they die, lol, no no no no...

me:
oppenheimer......who……built the bomb……he sat in a room and made calculations……then the bomb manifested……

him:
no no no you don’t even understand, HAHA, no no no sell your soul!? i know i know, what i'm doing is nobler......do you wanna talk about the universe!? HAHAHAHA! no no NO let’s talk about nuclear energy 
(more insane laughter)
do you know about a 10x10x10 box of coal and a 3x3x3 box of nuclear energy? you could power 2 cities no problem with a 3x3x3 box of nuclear energy for fucking 2000 years! no no HAHAHAHAH no, yucantan mountain is salt ok, fuckin’ salt is the safest most stable place to mine......HAHAHA AND SALT FUCKIN’ ABSORBS ALL NUCLEAR ENEGERGY!!! can you believe that shit! no no no!
(insane laughter)
! i can power cities i can improve the lives of children and families! SOMEONE FIGURED OUT WHO TO BURN NUCLEARS ENERGY!!!

me:
hahahahahahahaha
(covers face in laughter)
that sounds so bizarre burning radiation……we can burn radiation!? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

him:
bizarre!? let’s talk about bizarre. guess how many accidents and what kind occur at nuclear plants!? people falling in the fucking parking lot……how are nuclear facilites loaded!? Non on non oh HAA!? BY HAND!!! no no no HAHAHA!
(both laughing uncontrollably at this point)
i held that shit !? held my hand wanna hold my HAND?

me:
what is something there?

him:
IM JUST FUCKIN WITH YA!!! yeah i dropped that fuel i throw it outta da planes and trains and it doesn't explode!!! no no no its 99 percent recyclable people THINK OF THE GLOWING BAR in homer simpson’s shirt!!! it’s right there IN his shirt, no no no!
Oh and the new James Bond movie sux.

me:
Burning radiation is so bizarre no I believe ya…

NOTE: I found this... dialogue, more or less... on the net sometime between November 1 and February 1. It's so offbeat that I finally decided to put it back on the net, after some editing.