Monday, February 20, 2017

Presidents' Day 2017

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by The Urban Blabbermouth
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Many Americans have been protesting against President Trump and his policies.  The protesters have said that he is not the president who represents them.  Whatever they may say, he is the president for the next four years. The question to me is, how can we take advantage of his presidency?  Are there policies that only Trump can do?

The first thing that comes to my mind is immigration.  Trump has great political capital here.  Thanks to Trump's campaign rhetoric and most recent actions on the Muslim ban, Trump can do anything in immigration he wants, and his supporters will accept it.  

One morning, Trump gets up and tweets that he will allow a pathway to citizenship for illegal aliens.  I don't know what sort of plan he might think of but let's say that if you can prove you have been here in America for ten years, have paid income taxes, and have no criminal record, you can get a green card.  

I think that Trump's supporters would accept this plan because they trust him and have faith that he is looking out for them.  So if Trump says that this is good, then Congress will follow him.  It's like Nixon in China.  For those younger folks, Nixon was a devout anti-Communist but he went to China and opened US relations there, and his supporters trusted him not to cave in to the evil Communists.

The second thing is that Trump can change the free trade economic theory that runs America.  Assume for this discussion that the economists are correct and free trade is good for America in the long run.  Economists have not given enough thought to, and have no theory to deal with, worker displacement (i.e. losing your job to China), that comes with free trade.  


Trump's emphasis on worker displacement will force economists to think about job loss.  Trump can assign the Federal Reserve, the Labor Department, and the Council of Economic Advisors to work on policies that mitigate job loss. He can also give grants to academics to work on economic theory.
 
There may be more issues that Trump can work on, but these two are the biggest.  If he does just these two, he will help the country, for all Americans, as a president should do. 

Now, the question before us is, how to move him in this direction.  

Monday, February 13, 2017

Please Pass the DNA

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by The Urban Blabbermouth
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There you are, a professional criminal, and you go to all the trouble to keep yourself from the attention of the Law.  Then, your cousin gives you away.

Your cousin was interested in his ancestry.  He gave some cheek cells to an ancestry company so that they could do a DNA trace.  T
he ancestry company sends your cousin a report and stores his DNA profile in its database.  Your cousin is not a happy man.  He learns that he is a mutt, full of the bits and pieces of every race.  

Off you go and commit your crime.  You, the balding criminal, suffering from hair loss, leave a single strand of hair behind.  The police find the strand and run a DNA check.  Your DNA is not in the police database because you have made sure that the police never ever have a tissue sample from you.

Unknown to you, the police go to the ancestry company and run your hair strand through the company's database and they get a match with your cousin.  Next thing you know, the police are breaking down your door and arresting you.  The police traced you through your familial connection to your cousin.

Technology can be so annoying.

Sunday, February 5, 2017

Soulmate

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by The Urban Blabbermouth
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She wanted to fuck him, this man not her husband, right now, at her daughter's wedding, in the bridal party's dressing room.

Kathy saw him for the first time as he entered the reception room and greeted her daughter. A warm feeling formed in her chest, her heart fluttered and her breathing quickened. The feeling moved to her stomach where she felt a hunger for him and could have hugged and held him to her for eternity. The feeling moved lower still and she felt him there too.

Her daughter introduced him as Jerry, a colleague, and Kathy recognized that she had just met one of her soulmates. It was a fortuitous encounter. Although she had numerous soulmates all over the world - a situation we all share - they are exceedingly hard to find. Her last had been her husband and that had been twenty-two years earlier.

She wondered about the differences between her husband and this man. Her husband was a family man, a quiet man, a hard-working man, and a moderately passionate man. Jerry was a handsome man, wore an expensive suit, so there was some money there, and a very sociable man about-the-world. He wore no ring. She wondered what kind of person she would have become, had she married this man.

Kathy freed her imagination to build on what little she knew of him and imagined a happier life than she had now. Unhappiness had entered her marriage years before when her husband had betrayed their marriage with another woman, one whom he could not claim as one of his soulmates.

After much champagne, dancing, and giggling, she took Jerry's hand and led him to the dressing room.

She was happy. The wrongness of this made a rightness, a re-balancing in her marriage. There remained only one more ritual.  Later, Kathy brought her husband to the dressing room for her encore performance.



Saturday, January 28, 2017

Celebrity Infidelity

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by The Urban Blabbermouth
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I remember the moment I learned Arnold Schwarzenegger had a child with his housekeeper.  In a split second, Arnold became a fallen man, an unworthy husband, and no longer the hero.

In the same split second, his wife, Maria, went from happily married to unhappily married.

For five years or so, I marveled at Arnold's and Maria's instantaneous transformation and I was puzzled how easily it happened.  Last month, l stumbled on an explanation. I present to you, The Past by Juan Carlos Botero from Flash Fiction International: Very Short Stories from Around the World.

source https://books.google.com/
 




Time Travel

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By Vol-E

I recently skimmed an article about financial and personal goals. The author said that while it is, obviously, useful to set goals, work toward them, and measure your progress, that can be discouraging when you feel you haven't gotten there as fast as you'd like to. It also has the drawback of focusing you too hard on a future that hasn't arrived yet (and may never arrive), to the neglect of the present and real successes that you ought to acknowledge.

The author goes on to recommend that you periodically look back 2, 5, 10, even 20 years or longer to where you were -- in which areas were you feeling a lack? What were you aiming and striving for then? How has it worked out? Better than you expected? Did you fail at achieving a goal? Or did your objective perhaps shift to something else? Did one or more goals simply peter out as you realized it wasn't what you really wanted?

I found this article encouraging. I've always been far, far more adept at looking backward than trying to plan for the future -- though once I understood that shortcoming, I set about trying to correct it. As someone who obsessively keeps up a journal, it's almost inevitable to look back and compare. I even set up a "reverse chronology" on a spreadsheet, in which I list each year and "freeze" the current date, then record my age and what significant thing was transpiring at the time. Usually it comes out to "Working for ___" and a note about family life or some memorable event.

It still astonishes me that I can look back 10 years and see that I was working for the same company I am now. A great deal has changed there, almost all for the better. I was also in the same house. Things were far different for my son -- he was still a teenager, wrestling with his future. For him, everything is drastically different from what he had in mind at the time. And nearly all of it is way better, too.

Twenty years ago, life was settling down somewhat, following a divorce, a year living in a tiny apartment with a kindergartner, a move to a spacious condo, a bout of adult chicken pox, and a wreck that totaled my car. My job was stable but not terribly joy-inspiring.

Thirty years ago was another settling-down time. In 1987, Doug and I were approaching the one-year anniversary of our move from New York to Atlanta. I was working at a new job that I'd actually campaigned to get; he was between jobs and probably far more homesick than I realized at the time. We had no kids yet. About half a year later, my basic dissatisfaction with my life would lead me to a religious lifestyle. I kept that up for 15 years, then arrived at a self-examination point, and concluded quite abruptly that I was better off as a happy heathen.

Forty years ago, I was a college freshman. With no car at my disposal, I traveled the seven miles between home and school by bus. It was about that time that I vowed to leave the icy winter cold of New York and find a home with a milder climate. I started collecting catalogs from places like Knoxville Tennessee, Tulsa Oklahoma, and Oxford Mississippi. But it was another nine years before I'd make good on that promise to myself, by which time I was married and no longer in school.

Fifty years ago, I was in third grade. And five years prior to that, I was three years old and a notorious chatterbox.

Still chattering away... nowadays, I let my fingers do the talking.

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Encyclopedia Brown Bear

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by The Urban Blabbermouth
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At an age when other children decide to set up lemonade stands, Baby Bear decided to start a detective agency. His decision resulted from his experience in the Goldilocks home invasion. If you don't know this well-publicized crime case, Google Goldilocks and the Three Bears. Baby Bear wanted to become a policeman to help the other denizens of the Forest with their troubles and to maintain justice for all. Alas, the police did not accept children as applicants. 

Baby Bear ran to his community library and borrowed the renowned guide, The Hardy Boys' Detective Handbook. Baby Bear spent the next twenty days, the library's lending period, studying the text. He chose the business name of "Encyclopedia Brown Bear Detective Agency" after his hero, Leroy "Encyclopedia” Brown. Baby Bear's dad hung the business sign across the garage door and opened a folding card table and four chairs in the entrance below.


On the first day, the Big Bad Wolf came to see Encyclopedia Bear. The wolf was rather tall, walking on his hind legs and he carried a black walking stick that matched his black fur. He swung the stick back and forth as if limbering up just before he was ready to beat someone with it.

"Hey, you the detective?" asked the Big Bad Wolf as he put his front paws on Encyclopedia Brown's desk and leaned in.

Encyclopedia Bear looked up at the wolf towering over him and replied, "That's me. How may I be of service?"

The wolf sat down and put his feet up on Encyclopedia Bear's desk. "You kinda young for a detective?"

"Young is better in this business. We run faster. Plus, old detectives get, well, old and get forgetful."

"What, you a wise guy?" snarled the wolf.

"What can I do for you?" asked Encyclopedia Bear.

"I've been accused of blowing down the houses of the three little pigs. I'm innocent and I want you to prove it."

"Tell me what happened."

"I was walking through the forest, passing by the first pig's house, minding my own business, when this wind came up and the straw house fell over. Same at the second pig's stick house. I did go by the third pig's brick house and he was having a party. I smelled some legal Colorado weed coming out the chimney. I thought about going in but I didn't want to be late meeting up with Little Red Riding Hood, so I went the other way. Then the cops grabbed me by Spring Creek."

"Hmm. Anything else?

"Yeah, something really strange, I kept hearing a car horn in the forest. Makes no sense. You can't drive a car in that part of the forest. I didn't hear any car horns at the third pig's house. It was the loud music. He kept playing Brick House, the Rick James version, over and over. It was so noisy that I almost went deaf."

"Aha! I know who the guilty party is," declared Encyclopedia Bear as he enthusiastically jumped up and down on his chair. "It is Wile E. Coyote, Super Genius. The beep beep you heard was Road Runner. No doubt Wile E.Coyote was using an ACME Wind machine and foolishly blew down the pigs' houses."

"The rat. I will have to pay Wile E. Coyote a friendly visit," grinned Big Bad Wolf with a large display of teeth.

"Leave it to the police. I will email my report to the police commissioner."

"Maybe, replied the wolf.  "How much do I owe you?"

"That will be One Dollar."

The Big Bad Wolf paid Encyclopedia Bear and went on his merry way to look for Little Red Riding Hood.

On the second day, Miss Piggy came to see Encyclopedia Bear. This was an unexpected pleasure.  Encyclopedia Bear expected only forest creatures as clients. Now here stood a famous celebrity and movie star.

Miss Piggy sat down, covered her face with her hands and softly sobbed. She retrieved a hankie from the pocket of her green jerkin - sort of made her look like Maid Marion of Robin Hood fame - and dabbed her eyes.

Encyclopedia Bear waited a moment then asked, "How may I be of service?"

"I have lost my glass slippers and I need to find them pronto. I borrowed them from Chrissy Louboutin of the Red Sole store for the Prince's Red Carpet Ball and if I don't return it, I will have to pay for it. It's soo expensive."

Dabbing her eyes, Miss Piggy continued, "They are so beautiful, etchings of Arc de Lilacs and a magnificent six-inch stiletto heel. They matched my ball gown. My gown wasn't glass. That would be silly. You cannot dance in a glass gown. Besides, your underwear would show. It was an An Wang gown, you know, the computer guy, go figure. My gown was silver and embroidered with pearls. It shimmered in the moonlight."

"I am sure you were the most beautiful belle at the ball. Now, tell me about the slippers."

"It was dark, about midnight and I was going home when I fell asleep in the carriage. Then there was this racket that woke me up. The carriage shook, then a huge puff of smoke.  A giant pumpkin blocked the road.  When I tried to get out of the carriage to get a better look, I found myself in stocking feet. I searched the carriage but and the glass slippers were gone."

Miss Piggy leaned forward slightly and with a small smile looked Encyclopedia Bear in his face, "Ohhh, you must help me. You must find them for me. You would be my hero."

"Hmm," escaped from Encyclopedia Bear as he blushed. One could not see him blushing under his fur but his nose did darken a bit. "Let me ask you, were you drinking champagne at the ball?"

"Why yes, lots of it. I love Asti Spumante. It's light and sweet. I hate dry champagne. Yuk!" and Miss Piggy scrunched up her nose.

"Who were you drinking with?"

"Just the Prince. He drank every glass he could find. What a lush, no head for Champagne."


 "Aha, I know where your slippers are. The Prince has them. He drank too much and mistook your glass slippers for champagne glasses."

Miss Piggy gushed happily, "Oh thank you, thank you. I will rush over there, right now, to get them." She stood up and ran around the desk, hugged Encyclopedia Bear and planted a sweet kiss upon his cheek. There was more hidden blushing from our hero.

Miss Piggy paid the One Dollar fee and departed for the castle.

On the third day, Foghorn Leghorn came to see...

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Good, Better, Best

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by The Urban Blabbermouth
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At the end of each episode of America's Top Model, Tyra Banks critiques the contestants.  In one episode, the losing person, the one eliminated from the show, lets call her Louise, had only one look.  Whatever the pose, she looked the same.  Tyra explained that Louise needed to have different looks for different poses. As Tyra likes to do, she then flashed off several poses and looks -- sad, sadder, saddest; mysterious, mysterious-er and mysterious-est; sexy, sexier, and sexiest.

As I watched Tyra's amazing performance, the ease that she did her demonstration, I wondered why Louise did not do this in the first place.  Why didn't Louise spend time practicing the poses and facial expressions.  It's not like it was a surprise to her.  After all, America's Top Model has been on television for fourteen years.  They do the same thing every season: select women, put them in curious poses, and photograph them.  Plain as day.  Louise could have binge-watched the episodes until the judging criteria became obvious to her.  Louise could then run out to Home Depot, buy a wall-mounted floor-to-ceiling mirror for her home, stand in front of it and begin to practice, practice, practice her poses and facial expressions.

I know why she did not: Louise was told by friends and family that she was great.  She was indeed great.  She was greater than all her friends and family and did not see the need to practice. But that is not enough.  Louise ended up on America's Top Model, competing with all the other contestants who were told by their friends and family that they are great too.  She was among the best candidates selected.  Louise began to look ordinary.

You can see the opposite side of this phenomenon in women's tennis.  Serena Williams regularly beats her opponents.  All the women that Serena defeats can play tennis better than 99.9 percent of the people in the world.  Sometimes, Serena plays well beyond her opponents' ability and the match is over quickly with a lopsided score.  Yet, Serena goes out and hires a coach to make her tennis game better still.

Have you looked at yourself, at what you do well, and how you may do it better?

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Money Baby

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By The Urban Blabbermouth
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The Social Security Administration sent me an estimate of my retirement benefits. I did not request it. Maybe the nice folks in my Company's HR Department requested it on my behalf. Maybe the thoughtful folks at Social Security randomly selected me or maybe the old folks AARP arranged for it as one of their recruiting strategies. I just don't know.

Included was a Statement Of Earnings, every dollar I ever made from my first year of work to last year's pay. My economic biography in black and white.

In my first year of work, and I shall not mention what year that was, I made $704. I was a teenager then and I was working at McDonald's Hamburger Restaurant. McDonald's back then was the biggest employer of teenagers in the world. My father saw a hiring sign as he drove by the McDonald's. He pushed me to go and apply, "Get a job, my beloved son!" That's how parents are, always training their kids to work hard and do well for themselves.

I remember the job interview. The manager asked the usual hiring questions: Where do you go to school? What are your grades? What do you want to be when you grow up? The last question was, "A customer's bill comes to $1.47 and he gives you $2.00. How much change would you give back?"

I stumbled on this question for a while and finally told him, "Fifty-three cents."

He said, "Good, but you will have to do that faster. We will teach you how to count up. Come back next Tuesday to fill out paperwork."

Yippeee, on my way to millions.

I remember my first McDonald's pay check. I was expecting tons of money and I kept imagining of all the things I would buy. When I got the check, I was shocked. It was half what I expected. I went to see that manager and complained that there was a mistake.

He took my check, looked it over, and said, "No it's right," and handed it back to me.

I said, "No it's too little. Something is not right. It should be..." and I named some number.

He looked me straight in the face and said, "Nooo, it's right. You don't get the full pay. You have to pay taxes and other deductions."

I took the check from him, cashed it, but I felt cheated and disappointed. It's been like that ever since.


Sunday, January 1, 2017

2016 in Review

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By Vol-E

First, I need to express the wish that 2017 won't be "Same as it Ever Was" when it comes to the stuff we didn't like about 2016. For many, the political landscape looks bleak, but many of those people are resolving to either keep a positive attitude and do what they can, or go flat-out Resolution: Revolution! and throw everything they've got into encouraging the Good and fighting the Bad. So I hope everyone gets the wish in that area, and that on a personal level, 2017 brings many delights.

I made a tally of the posts The Urban Blabbermouth and I did for 2016; like many of the favorite blogs I read, I'm going to use today to comment and provide links, in the hopes that you will go back and check them out if you haven't, or go back to enjoy them a second time.

First and foremost, this blog probably would have ceased to exist about four years ago if The Urban Blabbermouth hadn't started sending me posts. I am really grateful to him for this and hope he will never dream of stopping. He's a funny guy!  This year we met Lilly, a woman of a certain age who isn't easily fooled or impressed by the dating scene or popular trends in social relationships. She can give most 20-somethings a run for their money and some free wisdom.

The Urban Blabbermouth speculated on what a lottery win would look like, something we've all done at least once in our lives. He described a scenario in which sex workers went on strike, and what their demands might be.

My co-author made several forays into pure fiction, mostly of the speculative type, but also a dandy little noir offering called "Death By Romance." My personal favorite among this subset is "How the Cow Jumped Over the Moon."

I shared a fable that I first heard from the former minister at the UU church I attend. I liked it back then and still do. Hope you will as well.

"Office spouses" were spotlighted, as well as fashion trends, personality assessments and bathroom woes, all common threads for us working folks. Neither of us is getting any younger, so there were reflections on age, loss, and the passage of time, as well as retirement and what kind of Baby Boomers we are. Pop culture and technology were often on our minds.

Some advice was dispensed, having to do with keeping journals and lists, and the proper use of GPS. About 45 years ago, a friend's mother gave me advice that has stayed with me ever since -- I'll bet she never knew the effect it had.

Since neither of us here at Same As it Ever Was has much money, we had a lot to say about it. We both like to share morsels about our everyday lives, but not with too much intrusive detail, so you got to hear about our spouses, kids, friends, and childhoods.

There's just a lot going on all the time. We hope we did our best to enliven this blog and contribute to your reading pleasure. If any topics occur to you, let us know in the comments, and we will be very appreciative of not having to come up with all the ideas. Sometimes it's OK to rummage around among old papers, but usually not.

The very best to you in 2017!
Vol-E
The Urban Blabbermouth

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Yoga Asanas ... Doing it right at Om

by Vol-E
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I started doing yoga asanas, or postures, back in July, and while it hasn't been an everyday practice, it's still made a huge difference for me this year.

The lady pictured above is Shilpa Shetty, known primarily as a Bollywood actress, but also deeply involved with yoga. It was her video on YouTube, Total Body 40-minute Workout, that helped me to actually maintain a good habit.

Most people think of "yoga" as the positions, sometimes along with breathing and meditation, but it is actually a complete life system with eight components that include right conduct and mindfulness. So out of respect, I'll specifically refer to asanas, since I haven't (so far) adopted most of the other parts of the path.

The following is entirely my own view of the practice, but I'm hoping this might be helpful to anyone who has shied away from it due to misconceptions.

1. Yoga asanas are nice to look at, but they are NOT designed to be a spectator sport. Having been working on this for nearly 6 months now, I am no closer to putting on a leotard and joining a class than I was back then. I cannot imagine how clunky and clumsy I look as I stretch and bend ... and I don't want to imagine it. How one looks makes absolutely no difference. It's about how you feel. And I ... feel ... mahvelous, as Billy Crystal often said back in the 1980s.

2. Asanas are also not a competitive practice. Our Western values are so tied up in how we stack up next to the next person. I'm especially aware of this because I apparently was born with some muscle issues that are very challenging in most athletic settings. I can't stretch or bend as well as other folks -- at the age of 5 I discovered that situps were not in my repertoire (and they're still not). But when I exclude the comparison factor from consideration, what the practice boils down to is...

I'm having a conversation with my body.

I stretch out a leg.  That leg, its mate, and my back have a comment to make. It's either "Ooh, thanks, I needed that--hey, me too!" or "Whoa, lady, what have you been doing? Want to rethink that?" First thing in the morning, there's nothing like 15-30 minutes of back, stomach, sitting and standing postures to wake up your joints, bones, skin, digestion, nerves and circulation. I can do roughly 35 postures -- not all the ones in the video, but most to a degree. The routine is designed to introduce you to each part of your body, one by one and learn to respect it. 

To me, this conversation is just as intimate as what you might say to your partner on a quiet morning over coffee. Neither of you is quite awake, but you know each other's rhythms and have enough respect for each other to encourage them to wake up gradually ad take a positive attitude toward the day. This is in total contrast to most "public" situations, where you know little or nothing about the people around you and have no real connection to them -- so why on earth would you care what they think of you and your postures, or whether you do them as well?

My co-worker said "I'm not flexible enough to do yoga." Do enough of it and you might become more flexible over time. I'm somewhat surprised at how far back I can bend. My mom was an acrobatic dancer in her youth. She could bend all the way back and touch the ground. Me? Never, but I can see the clock on the wall behind me, and that's an accomplishment. 

Some of the postures are fun and whimsical. My two felines like watching me do the Cat Pose, and they always seem impressed when my leg goes up and transforms me into the mighty Tiger. I picture someone I don't like when I assume the Warrior Pose -- don't mess with me!

You can cool it down with breathing exercises and a bit of chanting and meditation if you like. 

Do it for YOU. And if you ever wondered what "Namaste" really means, it's about honoring the unique spirit of everyone you meet. 

But you start with yourself.


Sunday, December 18, 2016

Free(d) Music

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by Vol-E

Ahh...technology. I do love it so. Like this morning. Today during meditation, I had Pandora set for my WAVES channel. "Waves" is a great song by Mr. Probz, and if you check it out, you'll find about half a dozen versions of the same piece -- some very slow and soft, others more brisk with more percussion, with various other featured artists. It enchanted me the first time I heard it on the car radio and promptly set up this Pandora channel. The channel has since acquired artists such as the Grateful Dead and The Werks. Similar, yet different. They're all good for meditation -- for me, at any rate.

So, as I was sitting there, blissing out to the station, it occurred to me how nice it is to listen to music this way. The only drawback for us stingy folks who don't want to pay for commercial-free is, um, the commercials. But it's ok. They're not long, and when one knows to expect them, they are not intrusive. You can use them for bathroom or coffee runs.

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Do you write English

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By The Urban Blabbermouth
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Now that I have spent several years writing for this blog, I have, quite unintentionally I assure you, turned into a writer.

I know this because I have come to notice how tricky words are. As write, I type as fast as I can to get my thoughts on screen before I forget what I want to say. I am a terrible typist so I make mucho mistakes. I hit the key next to the key I wanted, I transpose letters, or worse, I just simply misspell words. Every once in a while, I hit one of those control keys and a mysterious window opens, or weird characters appear on my screen, or my document starts to print out.

I rely heavily on my spell checker to catch my typing mistakes. But the English language being what the English language is, the spell checker catches the mistakes and substitutes the wrong word. I am really annoyed by this. Here I am typing furiously trying to get what I hope is an amazing story out of my head before I lose my idea, and my concentration is interrupted by the wrong words. My writing folder is full of ideas that went, poof, into thin air.

Somewhere in repeated cursing at my spell checker, I began to notice how simply changing one letter changes a word. For instance, cork so easily becomes dork and short becomes shot. Close but such different meanings and usages. Sometimes I combine mistakes, change a letter with a transposition of another letter and end up with an unexpected and quite saucy result, boost into boobs. You can see why that one stuck in my mind.

If the word has many letters, then it becomes harder to spot, previous becomes pervious. I found out that there are words when reversed spell another word. I have no idea what they are called but here is one: star reversed turns into rats.

I have started to wonder where words come from. I was writing the word tomorrow, messed up the spelling and the spell checker came up with to morrow. The spell checker guessed I wanted to write two words instead of one. I didn't realize that to morrow was compose of two words until then. It's probably a phrase from a poetic Shakespearean speech - for to morrow may bring such sweet sorrow - that eventually got mispronounced into one word.

It's ironic that as I write this post, my spell checker is throwing up curious words that I did not intend. I give you a hint: hint became hing and where became whee. You figure out the rest.

Now that I have discovered that I like words and their formations, I am starting to feel like a writer. I am getting ambitious too. I want my stories to be more interesting and fabulous than they already are. I will enroll in a writing course. I want to move to the next level, from an amateur writer to a hack writer.

Thursday, December 8, 2016

History is Fragile

                        
by Vol-E

On Facebook today, a friend close to my age commented that "we didn't learn about Pearl Harbor in school."  A shame, right?

Well, actually, no. It's more a shame that "kids today" need to have someone in school teach them about it. And it's a shame that a lot of them are going to pay scant attention, more interested in the latest missives from SnapChat. Just five years after 9/11, I was sitting in a car repair shop waiting room, and on the TV, the news station was showing the annual reading of the names in remembrance. One young woman looked at the screen and said "What's ...? Oh, it's that thing in NY with the towers and all." And then she went back to her phone or magazine or whatever had claimed her attention. I was kind of outraged. That was 10 years ago; the number of people like her must have multiplied tenfold by now.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

American Lottery

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by The Urban Blabbermouth
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America elected a Black man as President of the Unites States. Twice!  Black people did not do this.  If all the black people voted for Barack Obama, he would only get 13 percent of the vote.  Throw in the Hispanics, the brown ones, not the white ones, and the vote would bloom to 21 percent. Not enough.  So it was the white Americans who elected Barack Obama. 

It is slowly becoming clearer why they would do that instead of electing the other white guy who ran against Barack Obama.  Obama stood for change.  His campaign slogan was "Change we can believe in" and "Yes We Can".  The white people wanted him to change America to bring back their good old days. 

There is a trend here starting with Barack Obama, the election of an improbable candidate, a black man, by white people in a unresolved racially divided America, who spoke of hope, change and an improved America ... to Donald Trump, another improbable candidate, white man with old 1950s white man tendencies, who spoke of improving white people's lives.  Trump's  campaign slogan "Make America Great Again" spoke to the white people of a return to their good old days.  

The desire for a return to their good old days by white Americans has grown stronger since Obama, leading to the election of Donald Trump.  If you look hard enough, and I didn't, you can find some experts who predicted that this trend exists and maybe what some of the implications might be.  Just as easily, you can find experts who said that the trend was unimportant.  How would anyone know who was right?   Everyone was guessing differently and they were all looking at the same America.  We can only know years later when it is plain as it is today that the trend was important.  We will now bless those who are right and castigate those who are wrong.

The odd thing is that the experts who were right, were right by sheer luck.  They won the Guessing Lottery.  But that is not the point to take from this.  The point is what trends are happening right now that we cannot tell are important, or which expert is right.  This particularly applies to Donald Trump as there now abound many trends from his election and from his future actions. The answer will not be known for many years yet, long after Donald Trump leaves office.




Sunday, November 27, 2016

Boring is Good

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by The Urban Blabbermouth
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Louie muttered to himself, "I'm so bored.  I wish something interesting would happen."


A green Martian stepped though the wall of Louie's bedroom, zapped him with a ray gun.  "Gotcha," said the Martian as he picked up Louie and threw him into the hunting bag.

The Martian, Gork, was a procurer.  The scientists on Mars hired him to gather humans for their experiments and they paid well for it.  Gork muttered to himself, "Hunting humans is boring.  I wish to hunt Venusians.  At least their telepathy told them you were coming before you got here. More challenging to catch."

A yellow Uranian stepped through the wall of Gork's spaceship and threw a net over him.  "Gotcha," said the Uranian as the net was dragged by a cable through the ship's wall. 

The Uranian, Kork, was a procurer.  The anthropologists on Uranus hired him to gather specimens for their zoo and they paid well for it.  Kork muttered to himself, "I love hunting Martians.  They are so easy to catch.  I hate hunting Venusians. Their telepathy told them you were coming before you got here.  Too challenging to catch."

If you must know, Louie, the human, eventually died, forgotten on the Martian spaceship.

 

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Locomotive Heart

                            pic:  http://www.longliveny.org/

 
by The Urban Blabbermouth
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“How's my heart ticking Doc?” asked the Tin Man.
Wavy lines appeared on Dr. Konigsberg's forehead as his mouth turned down, “Hmm, not so good."
The doctor disconnected the sphygmomanometer from the patient on lying on the exam table and closed the access panel in Tin Mans’ chest. Tin Man was fortunate. His doctor was Alvin Konigsberg, chairman of the Cardiac Engineering Department at Saint Joseph Plumbing Hospital and the All-England Doctor of the Year in 1884 and 1885.
"You are maintaining a steady 80 psi but there is some deterioration in the valves. Are you changing the air intake filter? The valves are sensitive to dust contamination.”
“Yeah Doc. I am using the same HEPA filters as the ones in my vacuum cleaner.”
Dr. Konigsberg looked at the Tin Man's face, squinting his eyes slightly as he pursed his lips, then said, "We have spoken about how important it is to use the higher quality medical HEPA filters. The commercial vacuum filters are inadequate. Look, Mr. Tin Man, you wanted a heart and we gave you a heart. If you don't take care of it, you will lose your heart. Use the medical filters."
Dr. Konigsberg sat down next to his patient in the Consulting room. Standing behind the doctor was his intern, a junior engineer, recording the medical data from the exam into the hospital logs. The doctor looked directly at his patient's face once more and asked, “How are you managing with the other lifestyle changes we asked you to make?”
“I am doing pretty good, Doc. I make sure to eat at least a quarter cup of beans every day. But Doc, I am getting tired of it"

Tin Man was the recipient of Dr. Konigsberg's latest experimental procedure. Dr. Konigsberg snaked a tube from Tin Mans digestive tract to the fire box in the heart, dispensing with the external kerosene tanks. The heart now ran on gas generated in the digestive tract. Dr. Konigsberg named the procedure The Beano-Kligerman Conduit after the founder of the Bean-O Product.
"It is difficult. Keep the benefits in the front of your mind. Think of beans as medicine for your heart. Keep eating beans and your heart will work well for you. Otherwise, there will be negative consequences."
"Well, at least my wife is very happy. No more me passing gas around her. She says she always knew I was full of gas but at least now I am making some good use of it. Is it OK for me to sit up now Doc?"
Dr. Konigsberg smiled at the joke, “Yes of course. I have completed my examination."

The doctor stood up next to the exam table as Tin Man sat up, his bare legs dangling a six inches from the ground. Tin Man shivered as the gown opened in the back. The doctor disconnected the water IV from his patient's arm.
"I guess you hear these jokes all the time? Kinda old to you, eh Doc?"

"I look forward to hearing them Mr. Tin Man. Only patients who are healing well and feeling well make jokes. It is a valuable indicator of your well being. Are there other issues I should know about?"

"I still have some trouble sleeping. It's hard to get a good night sleep, sleeping at a 40 degree angle."
"I am sorry about your sleeping discomfort. Remember it is imperative that you keep your water reservoir as level as possible at all times to keep the water feeding to the heat exchanger in the firebox otherwise the heart will malfunction. Are you refilling the reservoir with distilled water?”
“Yes and I am bleeding the lines after every refill.”
“Excellent, and how is the steam outflow working? Not too hot?”
“Great Doc. I don’t feel the heat at all. It was genius to route the steam exhaust through my stovepipe hat. Scare Crow and the Lion have started calling it my Steam Powered Willy."
“Most amusing,” replied a smiling Dr. Konigsberg. “Now for some good news. We have gotten approval from the Royal Steam Engineering Society for a new muffler. It will cut down the noise from the ventricle pumps. No more thump thump in your ear.”
Dr. Konigsberg reached his hand over his shoulder and his intern placed a folder in it.  The doctor sat, crossed his legs, and studied Tim Man’s file now in his lap.
The doctor looked up, “Hmm, before we do the muffler swap, I want to run a stress test. We will run up your heart to 180 psi and monitor how it handles the high pressure. We want to make sure that the Pop-Off valve will open and that the Governor will limit the revs of the pumps.”

"Anything you say Doc," said Tin Man.
Dr. Konigsberg turned to his intern, “Jennifer, please make an appointment for a stress test for Mr. Tin Man before he leaves.”
“Yes Doctor,” replied the intern.
Turning back to his patient, Dr. Konigsberg asked, “Do you have any questions that you would like to ask me?”
“Well Doc, My wife cringes when she sees me doing a refill. She worries that I will mess it up and my heart will run dry and stop. We both would love an easier way.”
“There is a tentative solution.  We have a team of doctors flying on the Zeppelin to Germany to inspect a new Mercedes-Benz horseless vehicle refueling nozzle. We think that their latest improvements will make reservoir refills easier. The Royal Society will have to approve the changes before we can install the refill spigot in patients.  The approval may take many months."
“That is great news."

"Do you have additional questions?”

"That was it Doc, no more questions.”
“Very well.  Remember, it is imperative that you use the medical HEPA filters.”
Tin Man nodded as Dr. Konigsberg rose to his feet and held out his hand.  Tin Man stood and shook it.
“Thanks Doc for all you have done.”
“You are welcome Mr. Tin Man. Jennifer will escort you to the dressing room.”