tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25306383122415113362024-03-13T17:12:56.816-05:00Malvie's MusingsMalviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03797226035005124949noreply@blogger.comBlogger238125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530638312241511336.post-61523146775421893612015-02-27T15:47:00.001-06:002015-02-28T10:16:09.027-06:00I Grok Spock<p align="justify">1966. Space was the rage; NASA was sending up rockets and we all watched every launch (they'd bring in TV's in the classrooms so we could watch).  We avidly followed the exploits of the astronauts.  </p> <p align="justify">My buddies and I were “Lost in Space” fans, but it was getting pretty laughable (even for 9 year olds).  A new “space” show debuted on NBC, and we were hooked from the beginning.  After the show was over, we would either call or get together and hash out the plot, the characters, how long it took a red shirt to die, etc.</p> <p align="justify">We were little geeks.  The show, of course, was Star Trek.</p> <p align="justify">We didn’t know we were watching history, we just knew we liked it.</p> <p align="justify">We all adopted two things:  the Vulcan Nerve Pinch and the “Live Long and Prosper” “V”.  Spock was everybody’s favorite character (followed, for me, in order, by McCoy, Kirk, Scotty, Sulu, and Uhura).  We all adopted the Vulcan method of speaking (which drove our parents and teaches bonkers—“Mother, it is highly illogical to expect me to remove refuse to the external receptacle when Star Trek is on.”).  </p> <p align="justify">Leonard Nimoy had no idea then (I’m sure he did later) how much of an impact he was having on so many people.</p> <p align="justify">Every Star Trek cast member, from the Original Series through Enterprise and now the new movies, has had the experience of someone saying, “Oh, I got into science because of you, Mr. Nimoy” or “I wanted to be a doctor because of you, Ms. McFadden.”  </p> <p align="justify">The originals are old now and Nimoy was 3rd oldest (behind Kelley and Doohan, respectively).  Nimoy smoked heavily and gave himself COPD; you could really hear the rasp in “Into the Darkness”.  He died today.</p> <p align="justify">I will always owe you a tremendous debt, Mr. Nimoy.</p> <p align="justify">“Thrusters on full.”</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530638312241511336.post-16732168705795105992015-01-09T17:14:00.001-06:002015-01-09T17:50:03.790-06:00Another Piece of Childhood Vanishes…<p align="justify">According to <a href="http://www.arktimes.com/ArkansasBlog/archives/2015/01/09/village-shopping-center-changes-hands-former-cinema-150-coming-down">Max Brantley (a great reporter, editor, and columnist/blogger) in the Arkansas Times</a> (the Times is the last great hope for those of us from Arkansas who remember the wondrous, sorely missed <em>Arkansas Gazette</em>) the beleaguered Village Shopping Center at the intersection of Asher and University in Little Rock has been bought by new developers; they are going to redevelop the corner and raze the center—including the old UA Cinema 150.</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-mJvJC-cMg5U/VLBguPz8pCI/AAAAAAAAMkE/Uc-TCLugqUg/s1600-h/Screen_Shot_2015-01-09_at_7.16.37_AM.png%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="Screen_Shot_2015-01-09_at_7.16.37_AM.png" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Screen_Shot_2015-01-09_at_7.16.37_AM.png" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-RccNxuxIXfc/VLBgu9S5O4I/AAAAAAAAMkM/1CYdValiShc/Screen_Shot_2015-01-09_at_7.16.37_AM.png_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="598" height="350" /></a></p> <p align="center"><strong><em><font size="2">Photo credit Arkansas Times</font></em></strong></p> <p align="justify">The UA Cinema 150 was a marvel of the 60’s.  It was one of only 20 or 30 theaters worldwide to utilize the <a href="http://in70mm.com/newsletter/1996/47/d_150/index.htm">“Dimension 150”</a> equipment.  A round building, the 70mm (!!!) screen was curved.  Patrons sat in plush velvet seats tiered in what we now call “Stadium Seating”.  Sound was astonishing; 8-channel stereo from speakers hidden behind the curtains covering the walls, an approximation of “surround sound.”  Consider the movie houses of the day—either dilapidated former palaces downtown or the hideous new suburban “box” theaters (multiplexes), featuring small theaters which had flat floors and an aisle down the middle.  In most, you actually got a “crick” in your neck from craning to see the screen, which was usually mounted high above the floor.</p> <p align="justify">By contrast, the 150 was STYLE.  It looked vaguely like a spaceship (tres’ chic in 1966), had an amazing, state-of-the-art, huge (for the day) concession stand, and going there was “special”.  </p> <p align="justify">Only the finest movies played there.  The Sound of Music.  Patton.  Star Wars.  All in 8-channel stereophonic sound, on that curved 70mm widescreen, taken in from your plushy reclining seat with nary an obstacle between you and the screen.  It was like being immersed in the movie.</p> <p align="justify">We take these things for granted now, but then they were amazing.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-5LFtEqJYyIg/VLBgvcJGdqI/AAAAAAAAMkU/-yS-aS5amzw/s1600-h/large%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="large" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="large" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-P-cMlkMkVwE/VLBgwIFf5TI/AAAAAAAAMkc/OyF-hEQsmos/large_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="554" height="412" /></a></p> <p align="center"><strong><font size="2"><em>Photo credit “Marysgrandaughter”, CinemaTreasures.org</em></font></strong></p> <p align="justify">In the shopping center across the parking lot was Central Arkansas’ favorite mexican restaurant (there were only 3…), Casa Bonita.  Casa Bonita (<a href="http://southpark.cc.com/clips/154195/more-sopapillas-please">immortalized by South Park</a>) was a Little Rock company before the owner moved to Tulsa and sold the chain.  It was huge and featured themed rooms, waterfalls, and audio-animatronics a la Disneyland (not as good as Disney, but pretty good for us!).  You went through the buffet line, telling the nice serving people what you wanted; then, your tray was whisked away to your table, where you stuffed yourself till sick.  When you wanted a refill, whether of food or drink, or even wanted something else entirely, you raised a small flag at the table; a waiter immediately appeared and almost as quickly returned with whatever you wanted.  It was paradise, especially for kids.</p> <p align="justify">So the thing to do was go to Casa Bonita for food, then head over to the 150 for the movie.  </p> <p align="justify">But, things change.</p> <p align="justify">Asher and University is a poster child for urban blight now; it could be in inner-city Detroit, it looks that bad.  This was not always the case.  At one point, Interstate 30 stopped at Geyer Springs Road; it became US 67, which route was University Avenue up to the intersection with Asher, then right on Asher for its trek through downtown Little Rock, across the Broadway Bridge, and into North Little Rock on its way north.  All the gleaming new car dealerships, the huge new Haverty’s Furniture, the beautiful Ethan Allen Showcase; all in that area.  The apartments diagonally across the street (now crack houses or worse) were the “swinging singles” apartments of choice in Little Rock.  The area thrived.  It was building out like crazy; it was a popular middle class destination.  (The people who lived there subsequently moved on to Alexander, Bryant, and Benton…).  </p> <p align="justify">Now, however, it is “bombed out and depleted” to quote Dave Chappelle.  Now the neighborhood is "nothing but a breeding ground for trancs, lobos and zipheads..." (Officer Reese, commenting on the state of Hilldale ca. 2015, <em>Back to the Future Part II</em>…which played at the 150).  </p> <p align="justify">Casa Bonita folded and a series of restaurants (never as good) took its place; the theater fell on hard times.  It was a single-screen, so when everyone had seen the movie, the theater was often playing empty.  No one buying tickets, no one buying concessions, and the theater stuck with the movie for the length of the contract.  The suburban multiplexes could run one theater with the “old” movie while having “fresh” movies in other theaters, as theater operators do today.  Not so the 150.  Accordingly, there was no extra money to renovate or even maintain the former “space-age” palace.</p> <p align="justify"></p> <p align="justify">The last movie I saw at the 150 was <em>Star Trek:  Generations</em>.  The atmosphere was still festive, but the old theater was showing its age, with worn velvet seats, a tear in that big wonderful screen, the rear channels out on the stereo system.  </p> <p align="justify">Sometimes, historical preservation is the way to go; Little Rock certainly has it with the beautiful Quapaw Quarter.  Sometimes, though, “old” is just “old”.  It’s too small and outdated for today’s movie patrons, who watch their movies at the Colonel Glenn 30.  Crime in the area at night is hideous.  It’s just no longer viable.  The theater  hasn’t been a movie house since 2003; it was renovated for live shows.  It has had its day.</p> <p align="justify">So, farewell old friend.  Fond memories (you too, Casa Bonita).  </p> <p align="justify">I wish the development company success in revitalizing the area.</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530638312241511336.post-75160826669487005832014-12-31T23:25:00.003-06:002015-01-01T00:01:19.240-06:00Texas Bowl 2014: Arkansas 31, Texas 7<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here are all my pictures from the <a href="http://www.advocaretexasbowl.com/">Advocare v100 Texas Bowl</a>, December 29, 2014 at <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/NRG_Stadium">nrg stadium</a>, Houston, Texas. It's always great to go to an Arkansas Razorbacks football game; it's always great to go to an Arkansas Razorbacks Bowl game, and it's ALWAYS great when Arkansas beats texass u (spit). When you can do all those things in your own back yard, it's even better.</div>
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Many thanks to Marty Barnes Cornell, Nathan Seitz, and Pam Lipsey Seitz for making it possible for me to attend. Marty got us great seats; Nathan drove while Pam navigated. I had been sick all week with the flu, and it was my first time out of bed--but what a great time it was. #texasbowl #gohogs #neveryield</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not quite sure what this was about, but fun!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This photo starts the sequence where Texas' endzone fumble was recovered by us for a TDAOM. Nifty catch. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I thought this was funny (though probably coincidental). Whataburger and Coca-Cola were both sponsors. Whataburger's colors are orange and white; Coke is red and white. They put the Whataburger ad on the Texas side and the Coke ad on the Arkansas side.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nice pass, nice catch! TOUCHDOWN, ARKANSAS! OH, MY!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Iiiiiiitttt's halftime!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All I could think of while watching her: Julia Sugarbaker: "She didn't twirl just a baton, that baton was on fire. And when she
threw that baton into the air, it flew higher, further, faster than any
baton has ever flown before, hitting a transformer and showering the
darkened arena with sparks! And when it finally did come down,
Marjorie, my sister caught that baton, and 12,000 people jumped to their
feet for sixteen and one-half minutes of uninterrupted thunderous
ovation, as flames illuminated her tear-stained face! And that,
Marjorie --- just so you will know --- and your
children will someday know --- is the night the lights went out in
Georgia!" <a href="http://youtu.be/FOllz6eGbXI?list=PLf9xgHGKqUSKi-pAbKNEliXguxhBIb7wU">Julia Sugarbaker: The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia</a></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Traditional Go Gogs spellout!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What's that spell? GO HOGS!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Marty, Nick, Nathan, and Pam say GO HOGS!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These fun people sat behind us. I didn't get their name, just email address. They're from Conway.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Razorback and Longhorn bands: combined performance</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And now I have a picture of the flags on the field at the Texas Bowl in Houston. I have them at every SEC stadium except Mizzou, which I have yet to visit, plus all the bowl games I attended. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lopsided</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2001! (Sarchastically holds up 4 fingers while chanting, "Who's number 1? We're number 1!" Except, I think Bama is #1 right now....)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hogs rule at nrg stadium</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In honor of our little Australian kicker, Sam Irwin-Hill, who boomed it all night</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">OHHHHHH, LORD IT'S HARD TO BE HUMBLE...</td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530638312241511336.post-89807125838347399422014-10-10T09:13:00.001-05:002014-10-10T09:13:08.417-05:00Ebola Scare!<p align="justify">Run for your lives!  It’s coming to get us!  Quarantine everybody!</p> <p align="justify">Really, Bobby Jindal (and others)?  </p> <p align="justify">Am I scared of ebola?  Who isn’t?  If you’re not, you should be; this has the chance to be really bad.</p> <p align="justify">Can we quarantine?  Not really.</p> <p align="justify">Consider:  There are approximately 27,000 flights over the US every day (includes all flights). Worldwide, that number is 300,000.  IATA indicates there are more than 7,000,000 people a day on airplanes.</p> <p align="justify">Airplanes go anywhere there’s a runway.</p> <p align="justify">Let’s say the US, UK, and “the Eurozone” quarantine all flights to and from the affected African nations.  That’s cool; you’ll disrupt air traffic worldwide and cause financial hardship for many, many people and businesses (in fact, surely you’ll put some companies out of business entirely).  </p> <p align="justify">All that means is that the air traffic would shift to other countries (say Mexico or South America) where there were no embargoes.</p> <p align="justify">So an ebola-afflicted African travels to Mexico City, and suddenly there’s an outbreak there.  The US is doing such an excellent job of keeping people from Mexico from crossing into the US, isn’t it?  Um, no.  So there’s your entry and it’s not even from Africa.</p> <p align="justify">Ground the entire air fleet?  Stop all trains?  Stop all shipping?  That would create a world financial disaster that would make both the Great Recession and the Great Depression look mild.</p> <p align="justify">Use UN military forces to physically cordon off the affected countries?  First, the UN would have to agree to do it, and that would never happen.  But, if it did, it would have to secure permission from the border countries to do it, and they would never give it.  Besides, how exactly would you pull that off?  Who’s going to pay for it?  How long will it take you to get it in place?  (It’s not a matter of flying the Marines in; you have to have all kinds of equipment, supplies, etc).  </p> <p align="justify">Speaking of the Marines—you’re talking about putting all of them at risk if they DO come in contact with an infected person.</p> <p align="justify">The current “screening” process at 3 US airports?  LUDICROUS!  “Pardon me sir, do you have any fever or rash?  Let me use this thermometer to take your temperature…ok, 98.6, and you’re sure you haven’t come in contact with anyone who has it?  Ok, pass.”  1.  People LIE (especially if they’re desperate).  2.  With the long tail on the virus being contagious with no symptoms—anybody could have been exposed for up to 11 days without even knowing it.  Just ridiculous.  3 US airports?  Ok, that covers direct flights to the affected areas—but Bush Intercontinental Airport in Houston has 182 destinations, many of them foreign, and serves 110,000 passengers a day.  It is the SEVENTH largest international gateway in the US with over 30 nonstops daily to Mexico alone.  </p> <p align="justify">How exactly are you going to contain this?</p> <p align="justify">Better get that vaccine ready…</p> <p align="justify">My friend Jim Harrington does an excellent job of explaining why we SHOULDN’T panic on his blog.  You can read that <a href="http://goodcounsel.blogspot.com/2014/10/unbelievable.html">here</a>.</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530638312241511336.post-38685984519098844612014-08-23T16:48:00.001-05:002014-08-24T09:16:28.742-05:00In Memoriam<p align="justify">As my friends know, I really always wanted to be a photojournalist.  I pictured myself as <a href="http://life.time.com/history/vietnam-war-the-story-behind-larry-burrows-1966-photo-reaching-out/#1">Larry Burrows</a> or <a href="http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/2014/06/photographer-robert-capa-d-day.sl.4.robert-capa-d-day-ss01.jpg">Robert Capa</a> or <a href="http://lostandfoundimages.blogspot.com/2011/11/tony-vaccaro.html">Tony Vaccaro</a>, taking pictures for “the folks back home” showing them “what it’s really like to BE there”.  (My Razorback friends will remember, that was always my goal with my football photography; not so much the game itself but to give the folks back home a “flavor” of “what it was like to really BE there.”)</p> <p align="justify">I was always fascinated by the (often gruesome) work of Matthew Brady and his employees, who captured (for the first time) photographs of war as it occurred.  I was fascinated by the reports from the news correspondents, “Live from Beirut” or “Live from Singapore” or “Live from Teheran”.  It’s an important job, a job that is fascinating to me, and one that is often underrated.  </p> <p align="justify">Until the very recent advent of the iPhone, YouTube, and high speed internet, the only way the world ever got to see what was going on as a government was overthrown, as an army marched, as a city was evacuated, as refugees fled, as an entire population starved; or the happy times as a monarch was crowned or a spacecraft was saved or loved ones reunited—the only way the world ever got to SEE any of that was through the lens of the photojournalist.  The photojournalist still plays a very important role in our society, poking, prodding, showing things some people want hidden, revealing to the world just how bad war is, how awful a despot can be, why we should never be complacent about starvation or the environment or the condition of our fellow man.</p> <p align="justify">It’s a dangerous job.  The photojournalist is exposed to all kinds of diseases, weather, and other conditions.  Bullets don’t care whether you’re carrying a high-powered rifle or a high-powered lens, they rip through flesh just the same.</p> <p align="justify">Photojournalists know the dangers.  They choose them, partly because of the thrill of it (it’s true), partly because it’s their job, but mainly to shine the light of truth on whatever story needs telling.  And—there’s always the chance that they might get that one great shot <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Falling_Soldier#mediaviewer/File:Capa,_Death_of_a_Loyalist_Soldier.jpg">(like Capa’s of the soldier being shot)</a> that will send them into “immortal” status.</p> <p align="justify">We lost a photojournalist this week, in a foul, bloody, nasty and dishonorable way.  He was covering a war zone.  He was abducted two years ago and who knows what tortures he endured before being beheaded on worldwide television by an apparently British Muslim.</p> <p align="justify">I take this moment to mark the passing of James Wright Foley, Photojournalist.</p> <p align="justify">Here’s a link to a few of Mr. Foley’s last photos from the Syrian war:</p> <p align="justify"><a href="http://abcnews.go.com/International/syrian-war-eyes-james-foley/story?id=25074628">James Foley's last photos</a></p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530638312241511336.post-64862238855122071712014-08-07T22:01:00.001-05:002014-08-07T22:06:56.554-05:00EnnuiFor the first time in 57 years, I find myself totally disinterested in sports. Always, by this time of year, I'm heavily involved with baseball, at least moderately interested in MLS, and of course am ravenously devouring everything I can get my hands on about football.<br />
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Not this go round. I have not been to a single baseball game this year, and only half-heartedly watched a couple of Razorback playoff games. The Astros could be first or last, I wouldn't even know (I suspect they're near the bottom; the bad thing is, I have no idea who's leading the Leagues--and worse, don't care).<br />
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NFL? The only NFL team I've ever truly loved was the Dallas Cowboys--but even the hottest flame can grow cold. I didn't watch a single one of their games last year and don't plan to do so this year. As long as Jerry is being the General Manager, it's never going to be any better than it is right now.<br />
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I'm happy for my Baylor friends, who are enjoying success after all these decades. Unfortunately, my loathing for the University prevents me from any interest in it. I've been alienated from it for so long now that it has no more meaning for me than, say, Brigham Young or Notre Dame or any other kooky religious college. There's nothing there. <br />
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I never thought I'd say it, but this year I can't muster any enthusiasm for Arkansas either. Too much losing, too much drama, too much turnover. Did I mention too much drama? I'll watch the games but won't hesitate even one minute to turn it off if they fall too far behind--and this year, for the first year since 1991, my fall weekends will in no way be affected by the Arkansas Razorbacks' football schedule. If there's something else I'd rather do, I'm going to do it instead of planning my life around a college football team. And, this will make the second year in a row I will attend NO games.<br />
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On a broader scale, I suppose this is just life. We're passionate about things for a while, then move on to the next thing. I did church music, then symphony, then opera, for years. Then I did the football thing.<br />
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The thing is, the "new" thing has always kind of eased in and supplanted the old thing; there's never been a gap.<br />
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This time, there's a gap, and it's weird. I literally have lost interest in everything. <br />
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Travel? Sure, as long as it's somewhere new. Don't need New York, New England, even Florida or the West. Never did need the Midwest and I've done the South to death. Even London and Paris...maybe someplace like Rome or Buenos Aires or Rio or Hong Kong or Sydney--and as soon as I get the cash I'll go there. I'm going to Gay Days in Anaheim this year, think that'll be fun.<br />
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Otherwise, what to do? My therapist and friends say, "get involved!" <i>WITH WHAT? </i>One must first have interest in something....<br />
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Ennui.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530638312241511336.post-9446246035690547692014-07-25T08:24:00.001-05:002014-07-25T08:24:38.721-05:00Your Mother Always Told You…<p>…there were going to be people in your life that didn’t like you, and people you didn’t like.</p> <p>She was right.</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530638312241511336.post-51363247348509861692014-07-19T12:41:00.001-05:002014-07-19T12:41:35.898-05:00Patinas<p align="justify">Patina (Merriam-Webster):  “a surface appearance of something grown beautiful especially with age or use”</p> <p align="justify">This last couple of weeks has brought me several instances of things associated with age and patinas.</p> <p align="justify">I’m a regular denizen of Luby’s.  Anyone who grew up in Texas will associate Luby’s with family dinner after church, going through the line and begging for the chocolate pie heaped tall with merengue; Dad threatening trips to the parking lot with his belt for any misbehaviour, the drink-cart ladies,  etc.  (Arkansas people:  substitute “Franke’s”).  </p> <p align="justify">More lately, Luby’s is associated with old people.  Drive up into any Luby’s parking lot and you’ll see their still-shiny Buicks, Mercury Grand Marquis’, and now Lexus’ and Avalons.  Go inside and there will be an abundance of walkers, canes, and white hair.  The polite staff knows many of the patrons by name (including, ulp, ME).</p> <p align="justify">Luby’s is no longer cheap, and their food is neither as good nor as plentiful as it is in my memory; nor am I quite ready for a walker.  Nevertheless, I go there.  It’s down the street from my house; I can still get out with a Lu-Ann and water for $7; they cook it; they bus the table; they wash the dishes.  I can stay on my diet.  They don’t put much salt in the food.  It’s a win-win.  </p> <p align="justify">Just an aside:  interesting how a certain brand or item becomes associated with certain ages or groups of people.  Buick?  In America, old people.  In China?  Ultimate status symbol.  Ford dropped the Grand Marquis rather than try to morph the brand; it had become so associated with “Granny” that they felt it was an impossibility (they are making the attempt with Lincoln).  Cadillac has semi-resurrected itself, but it has taken them billions of dollars and two decades to do it.  You still don’t hear a young person (as you did in the 60’s) say, “Wow, when I can afford one, I want to drive a CADILLAC!”</p> <p align="justify">The fact that something is old does not mean it is no longer beautiful.  The nature of its beauty may merely have changed.</p> <p align="justify">Estee’ Lauder, the cosmetics diva, was famous for a remark she allegedly made when she was a very old lady being interviewed by a very young female reporter.  The young reporter asked her, “Mme. Lauder, what would you recommend for me?”  The answer:  “Nothing.”  “Nothing!?”  “Yes.  When you are young, your youth IS your beauty.  As you get older—come see me.”</p> <p align="justify">I have an old piece of gold jewelry.  It was worn daily for many years and, while it still gleams as only gold does, it has the thousand tiny marks and dents that daily use makes in such an object.  They form a lovely patina on the piece.  Does it look new?  Certainly not.  Can I buy a new one almost identical to it that will glisten and gleam and be totally shiny and without blemish?  Of course.  Would the new one have the character, the mileage, the patina of the old one?  Not without about 60 years of daily wear.  That jewelry was around while its owner fixed dinner, scrubbed floors, washed dishes, changed diapers, washed clothes, made beds, soothed fevers, hoed, raked, worked, played…and it grew old with its owner.  It speaks of a life well lived.  A new piece would certainly be shinier, but would never have the unique patina this one has—only promise.</p> <p align="justify">Matt was over at the house last night, and suffered to hear me tell the story of the jewelry once more.  Looking around, he remarked, “you do have some pretty cool stuff.”  It’s interesting that a very young man, who prefers his fashion and his décor ultra-modern, can see the coolness of something that has survived the years, perhaps acquiring the unique patina that tells of its use (perhaps by many different people) along the way.</p> <p align="justify">While on a business trip last week, I was in San Antonio (as usual, hotter-n-hell Texas).  Two ladies were coming in from the pool as I finished checking in and headed to my room.  The younger one, late 40’s/early 50’s, shorter, bleach-blonde, was in pretty good shape.  Swimming?  Tennis?  Something to keep her in decent condition.  The older, taller one was in her late 70’s (?)  Her (sadly thinning) hair was a henna that would make Lucille Ball proud.  She had, unfortunately, the osteoporosis to which so many women are subject; her back was hunched to the left side, not grotesquely but bad enough that I briefly thought, “Hunchback of Notre Dame.”  When I saw their faces (they were carrying on an animated conversation), it was obvious they were mother and daughter.  </p> <p align="justify">Both of them were obviously “lookers” when they were young.  “Mom”, especially—tall, statuesque, long, long legs—you just know that when she walked into a room in 1962 dressed in, say, a Balenciaga thin-silhouette frock, with her then-thick, then-auburn hair up in some complicated ‘do and some high heels, makeup, nails and jewelry perfect, she had the men following her around the room with their tongues hanging out.</p> <p align="justify">It struck me then that, though the ravages of age were taking their toll on Mom—hunched back, wide at the hips, (pardon this next one) “Granny boobs”, varicose veins, plus that –amazing- henna rinse—she had a patina of dignity and grace about her that only the old can have, a dignity and grace her daughter had yet to achieve.  Her former beauty had gone—but, as compensation, she had the patina of her life written on her face, hands, and body. </p> <p align="justify">Not such a bad trade.</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530638312241511336.post-66518253113949909492014-06-17T23:13:00.000-05:002014-06-17T23:13:05.999-05:00Gather Ye Rosebuds<dl style="background-image: none; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><dd style="background-image: none; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,</span></dd><dd style="background-image: none; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Old time is still a-flying;</span></dd><dd style="background-image: none; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And this same flower that smiles today</span></dd><dd style="background-image: none; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Tomorrow will be dying.</span></dd></dl>
<dl style="background-image: none; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><dd style="background-image: none; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The glorious lamp of heaven the sun,</span></dd><dd style="background-image: none; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The higher he's a-getting,</span></dd><dd style="background-image: none; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The sooner will his race be run,</span></dd><dd style="background-image: none; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And nearer he's to setting.</span></dd></dl>
<dl style="background-image: none; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><dd style="background-image: none; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">That age is best which is the first,</span></dd><dd style="background-image: none; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">When youth and blood are warmer;</span></dd><dd style="background-image: none; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But being spent, the worse, and worst</span></dd><dd style="background-image: none; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Times still succeed the former.</span></dd></dl>
<dl style="background-image: none; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><dd style="background-image: none; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Then be not coy, but use your time,</span></dd><dd style="background-image: none; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And, while ye may, go marry;</span></dd><dd style="background-image: none; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">For, having lost but once your prime,</span></dd><dd style="background-image: none; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">You may forever tarry.</span></dd><dd style="background-image: none; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span></dd><dd style="background-image: none; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">--Robert Herrick, 1648</span></dd></dl>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530638312241511336.post-22522052156229401702014-05-29T23:46:00.001-05:002014-05-29T23:46:29.877-05:00Four Totally Unrelated Topics: Maya Angelou, I’m Lucky, Houston Proud, and Love Field Part 3<p align="justify">Maya Angelou:</p> <p align="justify">I can’t let a blog post go by without marking the passing of a great Arkansawyer and a great American.</p> <p align="justify">Maya Angelou rose from a sharecropper’s shack in deeply segregated, Jim-Crow Arkansas to become Poet Laureate of the United States.  A brilliant woman.  There will be other brilliant people, but Ms. Angelou had a unique ability to string words together exquisitely.  She was personal, personable, and had a great perspective.  (alliteration, do I get extra style points?).  Her last tweet (May 23, 2014):  “Listen to yourself and in that quietude you might hear the voice of God.”</p> <p>Rest in peace, Maya.</p> <p align="center">>>o<<</p> <p align="justify">I’m lucky:  </p> <p align="justify">I was busy feeling sorry for myself the other night (so what else is new?).  I had had a rough day at work (rougher than most), and was complaining (read:  whining) about it.  I was in the kitchen, Matt was in the living room.  Very, very quietly, he said, “You have a beautiful home and are surrounded by people who love you.  Sounds like a great day to me.”</p> <p align="justify">BAM.  Right between the eyes.  I’m writing that on a post-it and putting it on my computer.</p> <p align="center">>>o<<</p> <p align="justify">Houston Proud:</p> <p align="justify">The fourth largest city in the United States of America, a city which has 3 times elected an openly-gay Mayor because she is damn good at her job, a city I’m proud to call my home, just passed the H.E.R.O.  The “Houston Equal Rights Ordinance” “…bans discrimination based not just on sexual orientation and gender identity but also, as federal laws do, sex, race, color, ethnicity, national origin, age, religion, disability, pregnancy and genetic information, as well as family, marital or military status.” –Houston Chronicle, 2014-05-29</p> <p align="justify">The measure passed 11-6 and Mayor Parker immediately signed it.  The law became effective when she did so.</p> <p align="justify">Houston now joins California, New York, and other enlightened areas in banning discrimination of any form; it’s the first Texas city to do so.  </p> <p align="justify">The bill had the full backing of Houston business, “Big Oil”, and other groups.  </p> <p align="justify">Kudos to Houston!</p> <p align="center">>>o<<</p> <p align="justify">Love Field, Part 3:</p> <p align="justify">I had two meetings in Dallas today; thanks to “The Company Plane” (one of Southwest Airlines’ old slogans), I flew up this morning, went to my meetings, and managed to get the 3:15 back to Houston.</p> <p align="justify">Love Field has undergone a metamorphosis; they’re rebuilt it as Houston rebuilt Hobby a few years back; the old Main Terminal Building is now the “entrance hall” for the beautiful new airport.</p> <p align="justify">One of the features that was in the original main lobby (very futuristic for 1957) was a world map, polar view, executed in terrazzo.  As a kid, I was always completely fascinated by this map.  I still think it’s wonderful.  It was exciting, it conveyed the idea that you were “going somewhere” and that “the world is waiting”.  </p> <p align="justify">Throughout the various iterations of Love Field (including the ice rink installed over it), the map has remained.  Recently, it’s been covered up with the TSA Security lines.</p> <p align="justify">They’ve now roped it off and it shines in all its glory.  It made me happy at 7, and it makes me happy at 57.</p> <p align="justify"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-LcstKAs79GM/U4gNCihjQtI/AAAAAAAAMHQ/tvwbf9You3s/s1600-h/IMG_4981a%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_4981a" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_4981a" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-VyP28JOPjYA/U4gNDsBxO-I/AAAAAAAAMHY/QdiKyoUMbcE/IMG_4981a_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="617" height="341" /></a></p> <p>I couldn’t go past the roped-off areas, but notice that the silver lines converge on Dallas…</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-6-rT67XAy28/U4gNEcqMhiI/AAAAAAAAMHg/LV05GANjOiI/s1600-h/IMG_4982a%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_4982a" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_4982a" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-vPwNIIIMpVA/U4gNFGn8yNI/AAAAAAAAMHo/NmzUxU8RP-k/IMG_4982a_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="496" height="677" /></a></p> <p>And, just a couple of gratuitous shots:</p> <p>Taking off from Houston at 6:30 am</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Z9gkDenvfbA/U4gNGYb1kVI/AAAAAAAAMHw/xTcKBFW2klM/s1600-h/IMG_4937a%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_4937a" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_4937a" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Mb649_8DkrY/U4gNHXbe6kI/AAAAAAAAMH4/r2WEuTA3b24/IMG_4937a_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="399" /></a></p> <p>Arriving Dallas 7:30 am</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-64GPQPnLFS8/U4gNIKeiJeI/AAAAAAAAMIA/oqVZ7s6_iuU/s1600-h/IMG_4976a%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_4976a" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_4976a" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-gwNS-_MS7LY/U4gNI4oWZ6I/AAAAAAAAMII/syZ-xVGN2UM/IMG_4976a_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="603" height="468" /></a></p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530638312241511336.post-58644133532624023892014-05-17T10:38:00.001-05:002014-05-17T13:09:20.536-05:00The Keystone Pipeline<p align="justify">New York Times article today:</p> <p align="justify"><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2014/05/18/magazine/jane-kleeb-vs-the-keystone-pipeline.html?hp&_r=0">http://www.nytimes.com/2014/05/18/magazine/jane-kleeb-vs-the-keystone-pipeline.html?hp&_r=0</a></p> <p align="justify">(Summary:  The woman objects to the Keystone Pipeline because it may kill some cows in Nebraska if anything goes badly wrong).</p> <p align="justify">So you don't like the Keystone.  You also don't like fracking.  You don’t like refineries.  You don’t like drilling.  There’s nothing about the oil industry you DO like (except possibly the TV show “Dallas”).</p> <p align="justify">I guess you prefer us to continue to have to kowtow to the Middle East for oil.  That Sultan of Brunei, he’s a real charmer (“Stone the gays”).  Then there’s the ever-so-charming Saudi Arabia, where “human rights” is a joke, where they regularly chop off body parts for minor offenses, and where people just “disappear”.  The Saudis are NOT our friends.  They are our trading partners. </p> <p align="justify">If you want to be angry at someone, be angry at our great-grandparents (or great-great-grandparents, depending…).  They’re the ones who bought the Model T’s, paved the cowpaths, and took the family for a Sunday drive.  They’re the ones who wanted independence from the railroad companies’ schedules.  Main Street, USA at Disneyland and Walt Disney World is a really great fantasy, one I love to indulge.  Imagine those places with the streets covered in up to a foot of horseshit (sorry), because unlike Disney, the cities didn’t have an army of people following the horses around every minute picking up the poo.  So it wasn’t always just lovely.  Yeah, our great-grandparents wanted away from all that.</p> <p align="justify">Then there are our grandparents and parents.  They fought “the Big One”, then came back and moved en-masse from the crowded cities to the Levittown-clone suburbs, so they could enjoy a better life for their kids, including nice, new houses with modern conveniences, good schools, etc.  They then ripped up the trolley car tracks and bought diesel buses because they were told, and believed, that “what’s good for GM is good for America.”</p> <p align="justify">Speaking of GM, how about blaming big business for getting us here?  John D. Rockefeller (Standard Oil > S.O. > Esso > Exxon), Billy Durant (GM), Walter P. Chrysler, and oh, yeah, that Henry Ford fella…They made the automobile available and accessible and everybody wanted one.  They provided the product and Americans made them all rich beyond the dreams of avarice.  All cheerfully financed, of course, by J. P. Morgan and the other wolves of Wall Street (Wall Street is the dirtiest whore in the world, second possibly only to “the City” of London).</p> <p align="justify">I’m not defending the oil industry; it’s as dirty as business gets.  Well, not as dirty as the banks/bankers/financiers, but almost.</p> <p align="justify">Regardless of how we got here, we’re here NOW.</p> <p align="justify">Look, kids:  There is no alternate source of energy.  Trust me, the oil companies are making huge research investments, because if there IS an alternative energy source, they want to be out in front of it.  We have built this current infrastructure of ours over a century.  How are we going to replace every gas station, every pipeline, and every car if an alternative energy solution DOES show up?  Who's going to pay for it if we do?  </p> <p align="justify">There's not going to be anything different in alternate energy for at least the next 50 years.</p> <p align="justify">Canada is going to sell that oil.  They're either going to ship it to Houston, where it'll be refined and sold, or they'll ship it to their Pacific Coast, where China will be delighted to buy it.  We might as well have it come here.</p> <p align="justify">If you think there aren't pipelines all over the place now--think again.  They're literally EVERYWHERE.  The average age of a petroleum-related pipeline in the United States is <strong><font size="4">62</font></strong>.  With all the technology we now have, this will be the safest pipeline ever built.</p> <p align="justify">Everyone who wants to whine about the petroleum-based economy we now have, cool.  Please get out of your cars at once (don't know how you plan to get around, but that is your problem).  Also rid your home of any petroleum-based products (everything plastic).  Don’t think your completely plastic-lined Pious (Prius) is making you more environmentally friendly—the batteries in those things, as of now, are chock-full of poisonous material that must be “safely disposed of” (how?  by burying it…kind of like nuclear waste, that you also don’t like).</p> <p align="justify">One more little thing:  National Security.  It’s that much more oil if we ever need it, if we’re threatened.  Plus, really:  wouldn’t it be nice to be free of the tyranny of the Middle East?  They can go back to killing each other with reckless abandon, and we can get on with our western lives.  </p> <p align="justify">I like my car.  I like my freedom.  I could go everywhere on the bus—but I don’t WANT to.  That means that periodically, I have to pull up to my “friendly” neighborhood gas station and “fill’er up”.</p> <p align="justify">Build the damn pipeline.  </p> <p align="justify"> </p> <p align="justify"> </p> <p align="justify">Addendum:</p> <p align="justify">Things I failed to mention in the above rant:</p> <ul> <li> <div align="justify">JOBS for Americans:  Surveying and prepping the land.  Building the pipeline.  Operating the pipeline.  Maintaining the pipeline.  Refining the oil.  Loading and shipping the refined product.  </div> </li> <li> <div align="justify">TAX REVENUE for America:  Just think of all the Federal, State, and Local tax revenue that’s going to generate.  Shame to leave it on the table.</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify">(from a friend in the O&G business):  Increasing population and demand for oil.  World population expected to increase by 20% in 20 years, most of it in developing countries (China, for example) which are consuming it by great gulps.  This equates to a 40% increase in energy demand.  We’ve got to have the oil from somewhere.</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify">Extrapolation from above:  It’s the old supply/demand curve.  We’re players on the world stage whether anyone wants that or not (nobody asked you, nobody asked me.  You want to live in the United States, that’s part of the price).  If world demand goes up 40% and world supply stays stagnant, increases marginally, or decreases, what happens to price?  More people wanting fewer items = price increases.  Economics 101, Baylor University, Waco, Texas, 1975, thank you very much.  So, if you’re paying $3.50 a gallon now, enjoy it, because $10 a gallon (or more) is coming unless we tap all our available sources.  That’s a crippling blow to our economy.</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify">Ethanol:  far from being “environmentally friendly”, ethanol is a bane to mankind for an amazing variety of reasons:  1.  It causes cars to use fuel less efficiently, thus reducing mpg, thus increasing gasoline use.  2.  It takes food from the food supply (most of the corn used for ethanol is used in livestock production, i.e., it’s fed to the pigs and cattle.  Supply and demand; with ethanol demand up, corn demand up, supply constant, price increases to ranchers/pig farmers, which goes right down the chain to us.  3.  Brazil is happily bulldozing the world’s greatest rainforest (doing immeasurable and irreparable damage to the global environment) to make fields to raise corn to make into ethanol.  Ethanol is possibly one of the greatest frauds ever perpetuated.  It is NOT environmentally friendly, any more than Pious batteries (hint to Pious and other battery-powered car owners:  the Honda Civic gets almost the same mileage on regular gas, with a standard internal combustion engine).</div> </li> </ul> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530638312241511336.post-47115429733111855482014-05-06T17:34:00.001-05:002014-05-06T17:49:09.595-05:00For All of You ComplainingAbout Southwest's "Cattle Car" boarding process, I offer the following:<div><br></div><div>"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to MegaMerged Airlines Flight 0 to Nowhere. We'd like to begin boarding with our First Class passengers through the Priority Portal on the left. We'd also at this time like to welcome our Gold, Silver, Platinum, Diamond, Emerald, and Ruby passengers, as well as our Aardvark Skymiler OncePass Primere passengers, our Aadmirals SkyeClube Ultra Premium Elite passengers, and the holders of our Super Aadvantageous UberFabulous Golden Platinum Aall-Aaccess Visa card, all please board via the Priority Portal. If we have any pre-board passengers, they may also board at this time."</div><div><br></div><div>(Now that 3/4 of the plane is boarded) "Boarding Group One, please board at the STANDARD (sneers) Portal (to the right of, and identical to, the Priority Portal).</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht6Op-WLuY-GBV_pzRP8CPL4W1z7Mu1HuG-rmhS125Wuxx3AWvaxaIG-c3LBiVqi4Z72No99ewiCBzEDY2GDOuNW98pbeGihS0mhA8-jhkQjKoDv8hMsDljVwEQi3rZL1-7Y6IrVdovr-G/s640/blogger-image--426526009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht6Op-WLuY-GBV_pzRP8CPL4W1z7Mu1HuG-rmhS125Wuxx3AWvaxaIG-c3LBiVqi4Z72No99ewiCBzEDY2GDOuNW98pbeGihS0mhA8-jhkQjKoDv8hMsDljVwEQi3rZL1-7Y6IrVdovr-G/s640/blogger-image--426526009.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>This is better than "Group A, Group B, and Group C" in what way exactly???</div><div><br></div><div>A = All the Way to the Front</div><div>B = Back of the Bus, Please</div><div>C = Center Seat Only, Chump</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530638312241511336.post-74182527255351610422014-04-28T20:54:00.001-05:002014-04-28T20:54:07.698-05:00I Don’t Know Why I’m Posting This…<p align="justify">…other than it’s one of my stupid stories, and I thought of it the other day because I was telling it to Matt.</p> <p align="justify">When I lived in NYC, I was a lot younger and a lot slimmer (that was before I quit smoking).  I walked everywhere.</p> <p align="justify">A bunch of friends and I went to the Fireworks on the East River for 4th of July.</p> <p align="justify">Now, you have to realize, NYC in the summer is almost as unbearable as Texas.  LOTS of concrete, steel, etc which holds the heat in.</p> <p align="justify">One of my friends insisted that the very bestest most optimal excellent place to watch the fireworks was off Canal, down by the Brooklyn Bridge, so we shagged our happy asses down there.  It was about 90 but felt like 105.  Humid.  I was wearing a pair of white shorts, t-shirt, and my <em>brand new</em> white Reeboks—the first pair I ever had.  </p> <p align="justify">The fireworks over the East River for the 4th of July are amazing.  Better than Disney.  Better than anything I’ve seen before or since.  So great, in fact, that 8,000,000 people (that’s eight million) line the banks of the river (both sides) to watch them.  </p> <p align="justify"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-qm-PV9oPfsg/U18GOjngDVI/AAAAAAAAMDM/GhDcUl3SBOs/s1600-h/July%2525204%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="July 4" style="border-top: 0px; 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(there are four, of which you’re one).</p> <p>Thank you, Matt, for being so loving, considerate and kind.  Your smile really does light up every room you’re in.  Having  you here has been wonderful for me.</p> <p>Nathan, I just couldn’t go on without you.  All those shared experiences, and all that is to come.</p> <p>Nathan and Matt:  y’all pick me out a nice nursing home.  I want a beach view, so I can sit there in my caftan, big floppy hat, Jackie-O sunglasses, clogs, a cigarette and an enormous cocktail and look out at the passing crowd.  (Think Albert in The Birdcage).</p> <p> </p> <p>Who knows, maybe I’ll find some old coot and get married off before then….my computer dating match-thingy keeps wanting to put me with 65 year old guys in Connecticut.  Quite a commute from Houston, especially when I put MY age as the “top limit”.  Come on, doesn’t some nice 45 year old want a nice older guy?</p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p>(See, entries like this are what happen AFTER I take my drugs but BEFORE I can fall asleep……</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530638312241511336.post-53180622430749343752014-04-18T02:47:00.001-05:002014-04-18T11:21:29.394-05:00Little Things I Can Still Do, Glen Campbell, and Memory<div align="justify">
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Grocery store checkout totals. I’ve been able to do this ever since becoming an adult. I’m really not very good at math; I’m dyslexic (there was no diagnosis for this when I was a kid, they just thought I was “lazy”; I have trouble with numbers. 6 and 7 and 9 together just don’t work for me at all; I have to carefully line them out, sometimes dialing the same phone number 3 times to get it right), but, I can do this: as I’m going through the grocery store, I’m keeping a running total in my head. When I get to the checkout, and load all the groceries onto the belt—I look at the cashier and say, for example, “97 dollars”. Almost without fail, I’m within 5 dollars of the total. Sometimes I’m off—then the cashier takes off the coupons, and I’m back within the range. Many of the cashiers at HEB know me, because I’m “that guy who can name the prices.”</div>
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I can speed read. My sophomore English teacher (with whom I credit, along with my 6th grade teacher and my senior Honors English teacher, my ability to write a correct sentence in the English language) gave these little pop quizzes, to make sure you read the assignment. If you read it, it was a snap: “On page 93, Tom is having a conversation with someone. Who was it?” The answer is “Jim”, and if you read the chapter she indicated, you knew that. If you didn’t read it, you didn’t; your score, therefore, was either 100 or –0-. After a few of these (I always had a perfect 100% on my quiz scores), she asked me to stay after class. “I’ve noticed that your answers are not exactly correct as far as the question itself, but it’s obvious you have read the material. When did you read the book?” “The night you assigned it.” She’d assign, say, Huckleberry Finn. I’d take the book home and read the whole thing in one night. That way, I just kind of had to coast along while she gave her little quizzes, and I could pretty much summarize/analyze anything I read. After that, she set me up with a speed reading course at San Antonio College, and I learned to speed read. It’s very helpful sometimes; not great when you’re reading the intricate details of, say, a contract or an insurance policy, but great when faced with research. I still read very fast (when I can stay awake). I read “The DaVinci Code” in about 4-5 hours sitting on a beach in Florida, for example. I don’t actually read the words, I read sentences and sometimes paragraphs <em>in toto</em>. So, if I’m reading for pleasure, I have to purposely slow it down.<br />
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One of my first HUGE crushes on any recording artists was Glen Campbell. He had been a successful studio musician (I hadn’t known that until recently) when the Smothers Brothers tapped him to be their summer replacement show, “The Glen Campbell Goodtime Hour”. He was a fabulous guitarist, his vocals were great, and, er, um, he was easy on the eyes.<br />
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The news came out today that he is being moved to an Alzheimer’s facility. He was wealthy and living at home, so if he had to be institutionalized—it’s pretty much gone.<br />
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CBS Sunday Morning covered his <a href="http://youtu.be/S6J99mWFqMU">Farewell Tour</a>.<br />
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It’s happening to me. It’s the beginning stages, but it’s happening to me. Matt has moved to Houston and is living with me currently. He good-naturedly stops me when I’m telling him the same story I told him yesterday. I’ll have no memory of having told him.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530638312241511336.post-7384977959482679342014-03-29T13:24:00.001-05:002014-03-29T13:24:00.530-05:00The South, Christianity, and Tennessee<p align="justify">Anyone who spends any time studying literature is bound to run across southern-born authors who have a love/hate relationship with the south.  I have to admit, though I’m no author, I too have that love/hate thing going on with the south. </p> <p align="justify">More recently, I’ve added Christianity to that list as well.  Sorry, Christians, I’m having a tough time buying it these days, especially as it’s practiced in the US in 2014.  I’m tending to regard it as just another example of man’s attempt to explain the unknown.</p> <p align="justify">Christians:  If you live in the United States, <strong>YOU ARE NOT PERSECUTED</strong>.  If you want to discover what persecution is, may I direct your attention to India, Russia, and China (those are the “nice” ones), the Muslim world (in its entirety) where evangelization will at very least land you in prison for life (if you’re lucky), and the ever-charming North Korea (where possession of a Bible carries a mandatory sentence of execution, no trial, no jury, no kidding).</p> <p align="justify">In any event, this week the Tennessee legislature passed a nasty and hurtful bill in the name of “religious freedom”.</p> <p align="justify"><a href="http://thenewcivilrightsmovement.com/1-tennessee-passes-bill-allowing-lgbt-students-to-be-bullied-in-the-name-of-religious-freedom/news/2014/03/25/84801">Tennessee's latest outrage</a></p> <p align="justify">(this from the same state where a legislator keeps trying to make the word “gay” illegal…).</p> <p align="justify">The law basically means you can say or do anything you want in the name of your religion.  </p> <p>A quote directly from the bill:</p> <blockquote> <p>“a student may express beliefs about religion in homework, artwork, and other written and oral assignments free from discrimination based on the religious content of their submissions. A student would not be penalized or rewarded on account of the religious content of the student’s work.”</p> </blockquote> <p align="justify">The bill goes on to allow any student to commandeer school facilities for “religious purposes”.  So, students can preach at will, forcing others to listen to them; prayer over the intercom is back, etc etc etc.</p> <p align="justify">I lived in Tennessee for 3 long, awful years.  I had some nice friends from there, but I HATED living there.  Churchy, preachy, nasty people.  Sorry, Tennesseans who are friends of mine, but that’s basically what I heard, over and over and over.</p> <p>Some interesting facts about Tennessee:</p> <blockquote> <p>Wealth per capita:  #40 of 50 <br />Unemployment:  #43 of 50 <br />Poverty:  #40 of 50 <br />% of students graduating high school:  #42 of 50 <br />Life Expectancy:  #43 of 50 <br />Infant Mortality Rate:  #47 of 50. <br />Obesity Rate:  #44 of 50. <br />Overall Wellbeing:  #47 of 50. <br />Math scores:  #42 of 50. <br />Reading scores:  #35 of 50 (hey, they broke into the 30's!) <br />Least Income Inequality:  #41 of 50. <br />CRIME RATE:  #50 OF 50, WORST IN THE NATION. <br />Highest % employed in Math, Science, et al:  #38 of 50 (Oak Ridge...) <br />Teen Pregnancy:  #41 of 50. <br />Smoking Rate:  #47 of 50 (meaning 4th worst in US) <br />Diabetes Rate:  #46 of 50 <br />STD Rate:  #44 of 50.</p> </blockquote> <p align="justify">I looked these up on the internet; most came from very reliable sources (the CDC, for example).</p> <p align="justify">Tennessee legislature, looks to me like you’ve got PLENTY of things to worry about without spending time on protecting Christians from non-existent persecution, eh?</p> <p align="justify">Ah, well…this is the state that brought you the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scopes_Trial">Scopes Monkey Trial</a>.  It’s just sad to see that the great-grandchildren of the Scopes-era idiots are just as stupid (ignorant too, though there is a difference between the two) as their forebears. <br /></p> <p align="justify">Now, this is not saying that Tennessee’s southern friends and neighbors are any less stupid and ignorant; they’ve got lots of company.  It’s just that Tennessee is AGGRESSIVE about being stupid and ignorant.</p> <p align="justify">One more thing:  Christians, do you not realize that bills like this are harmful and dangerous to YOU!?  What if a Satan Worshipper decided to take advantage of the bill’s provisions and proclaim his religion to your precious children?  What if a Christian decided he didn’t like that and they wound up fighting and potentially killing each other?  (Gee, this sounds familiar—Bosnia, anyone?).</p> <p align="justify">One thing I <strong>DID</strong> learn from my religion classes at Baylor:  Christians are FAR better off when the law protects religious freedom, while saying as little about the actual practice of religion as possible.  The more you try to write religion into law, the more dangerous it is for Christianity.</p> <p align="justify">At least a survey came out this week to the effect that <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/03/28/gays-more-popular-than-evangelicals_n_5049991.html">gays are now more popular than evangelical Christians.</a>  (Ya know, Evangelicals, think about that—you’re supposed to be attracting people by example; it appears you’re having the opposite effect.)</p> <p align="justify">Sigh.  Rant over.</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530638312241511336.post-41181460562511776732014-03-25T06:01:00.001-05:002014-03-25T06:01:46.205-05:00It's the Little ThingsJust a quick thought on a subject that's been "done"--<div><br></div><div>As I write this I'm sitting in a hotel room on one of my business travels, performing one of my favorite little rituals. It's not very original, but I cherish it anyway.</div><div><br></div><div>Dad ALWAYS encouraged us to read the newspaper. Since he had to leave so early (he had to be at work by 7, usually), he liked the afternoon edition to be fresh and crisp and waiting for him when he got home. He would discard a section and I would be circling like a shark in the waters below, waiting for it.</div><div><br></div><div>When I went off to college, I started taking The Dallas Morning News; upon moving to Houston, I took the Houston Post. I learned (shocking to those who knew me) that if I'd get up early enough, I could drink my morning coffee (yes, an entire pot) and read my morning newspaper in peace. In the early days of being an "adult", this also included my morning cigarette(s).</div><div><br></div><div>I'm still doing it at 57 (though I now use the online editions of the New York Times and the Daily Telegraph). Online isn't the same as having the newspaper. I miss the smell of the paper and the way you got a little newsprint on your fingers if you weren't careful; the paper also had uses afterwards, such as lining birdcages, wrapping things, putting down for the dog when in an apartment, etc.</div><div><br></div><div>Nevertheless, I now have "instant gratification", since the online editions are usually updated when/as news occurs or changes, rather than "waiting for tomorrow". I miss all the grand old papers of yesteryear, but as long as the New York Times, the Telegraph, and the Times of London hold out, I'll be good.</div><div><br></div><div>So, here I sit on a business trip, finishing a $12 "pot" (it's so tiny...) of coffee (at least they use Starbucks), having read a bit of today's NYT.</div><div><br></div><div>Do you have any little rituals like that? What are they? </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>*Note to hotelliers: Not all of us like to be in a crowded breakfast area with Fox News blasting inescapably out of the TV.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530638312241511336.post-49165292860101894652014-03-22T23:01:00.001-05:002014-03-22T23:01:13.915-05:00Fred Phelps and Other News Items<p align="justify"><strong>Fred Phelps</strong></p> <p align="justify">As most everyone knows (at least everyone in the United States), Fred Phelps was a so-called Baptist minister who founded a “church” (mainly his house and consisting mostly of his family) based on his outright hatred of gays, gay people, rainbow flags, and anything not completely toeing the line on his views.  Later, he expanded his vitriol to protesting (mainly at military funerals, but also at high-profile events) homosexuality with his trademark “God Hates Fags” signs.  </p> <p align="justify">There was a time I thought I’d be throwing glitter in the air and dancing in the streets singing “Ding, Dong, the Witch is Dead” when Fred Phelps no longer infested the earth with his presence.  There was a time I longed for someone (anyone) to blow his brains out.  </p> <p align="justify">Lately, however, I’ve kind of taken a different turn.  I’m certainly not sorry that Fred Phelps is dead.  Is he in Hell?  I don’t believe in Heaven or Hell any more, so not sure where Fred is.  Nor do I care.</p> <p align="justify">Now, I’m mainly sorry for him.  (WHAT?!)  I’m sorry for him that any human could become so sick and evil and twisted by hatred that he spun into this hate-filled thing.  </p> <p align="justify">Society is moving past Fred and his whacko band.  NONE of my Christian friends countenance him or his followers.  Good has triumphed over evil once again.  Equality is slowly becoming the law of the land; an icon I never thought would happen in my lifetime, equality for gay people, is going to happen.  Whether it happens voluntarily or at the order of the Supreme Court (I’m thinking #2), it IS going to happen.</p> <p align="justify">What I will not forgive Fred and his minions for doing is the picketing of military funerals.  I’ve been called everything in the book—faggot, fucking fag, cocksucker, you name it, and I’ve got a thick hide.  Protesting at these innocent families’ moment of deepest grief while an American hero is laid to rest just disgusts me.</p> <p align="justify">I feel sorry for anyone whose hatred so consumed them.</p> <p align="center">>>o<<</p> <p align="justify"><strong>Malaysian Airlines Flight 370</strong></p> <p align="justify">Anybody who knows me well knows that I am a Kennedy Assassination Conspiracy Theorist.  I just think there’s no way Lee Harvey Oswald KILLED Jack Kennedy.  Did he shoot at him?  Probably.  Was he, in fact, a “patsy”, as he claimed?  I think probably so.  Did the “magic bullet” actually happen?  (Read the Warren Commission Report, it’s available online on the National Archive website, just google it).  Not even a chance.  The “magic bullet” is fiction.</p> <p align="justify">There are a lot of amazing theories on the disappearance of Malaysian Airlines Flight 370.  I have no idea what happened.  It’s one of the most baffling things I’ve seen or heard of in my entire life.  Short of alien abduction, I tend to think there’s a logical explanation out there somewhere.  If the plane actually crashed in the very deep waters over which it may have flown, we may never find the black boxes—and they’re the only way we can even guess at what happened.  Truly fascinating.</p> <p align="justify">They found some of D. B. Cooper’s money, but they never found a trace of him—and that was the Pacific Northwest, not the ocean.</p> <p align="justify">We may never know.</p> <p align="center">>>o<<</p> <p align="justify"><strong>Sheridan, Arkansas High School Yearbook censored</strong></p> <p align="justify"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-zarT2RQQc7c/Uy5ceaoYPWI/AAAAAAAAL-g/79RIoA6b7PY/s1600-h/arkansas-reference%25255B3%25255D.gif"><img title="arkansas-reference" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="arkansas-reference" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-JvI6W4Bjqj8/Uy5cfWasePI/AAAAAAAAL-o/JbYCiUVqDSw/arkansas-reference_thumb%25255B1%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="533" height="478" /></a></p> <p align="center"><strong><font size="2"><em>My home town, Malvern, is southwest of Little Rock; Sheridan is south-central.  They’re about 30 miles apart on US 270, and there’s a lot of commerce and commonality there.</em></font></strong></p> <p align="justify">Sheridan residents, you have been portrayed in the national news in the worst possible light—and most of you shouldn’t be.  Most of you accepted a young man, one of your own, when he bravely came out.  Sheridan is about 30 miles down the road from Malvern, my hometown, and I would NEVER have had the guts to come out in Malvern.  Many Sheridan residents just took it in stride, accepted that “some boys marry boys” and got over it.  It’s shocking, then, that your school board and high school principal took such a bigoted stand in censoring the yearbook.   Censorship is NEVER a good thing.  If you tell the students “the yearbook is yours”, you can’t then come back and say, “Oh, except when some religious group in town is offended by what you publish.”  But thank you, Principal Williams and Dr. Haynes.  By showing what bigoted, homophobic jerks look like, you’ve given the rest of the world an object lesson in unacceptable behavior.  Bravo!  (Sigh.  Arkansas, in the news for being a bunch of backward, redneck hillbillies—again.  Just when I think we’re getting better…).</p> <p align="center"> >>o<<</p> <p align="justify"><strong>Gay Marriage</strong></p> <p align="justify">As I write this, Michigan has just become the latest state to have its discriminatory anti-gay-marriage law struck down by a Federal Judge.  It’s coming.  It’s taking a lot longer time than it should—systematically discriminating against any group of American Citizens, denying them basic rights, is Unconstitutional on the face of it.  Will everybody be happy when Equality becomes the law of the land?  Certainly not.  Are there people out there right now who wish that all those “uppity” black people are not picking cotton or shining shoes by day and eating watermelon and singing in the cabins by night?  Of course there are.  There are plenty of people in the world who hate people who are not JUST LIKE THEM—whites who hate non-whites, blacks who hate non-blacks, Baptists who hate Catholics, Catholics who hate Baptists; good grief, look at the middle east—Christians and Muslims have been brutally killing each other (in the name of the same god) for centuries.  (One of my favourite illustrations of the stupidity of this is the Star Trek (The Original Series) episode “Let That Be Your Last Battlefield”, in my opinion one of the better episodes of the entire series, in which two survivors== of a catastrophic planet-wide war are beamed on board the Enterprise—and continue their fight to the death, until finally returning to their own planet—which has been totally destroyed, all inhabitants lost; the two continue their battle to the death.  Cause of the hatred—they are pigmented black on one side, white on the other—except different sides.  Both consider the other’s pigmentation reprehensible and inferior—which is silly to the crew of the Enterprise and to all of us; what possible difference could it make?). </p> <p align="justify"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Shojwc0Xb0w/Uy5cf1ZfDwI/AAAAAAAAL-w/Lh5hLTz3J24/s1600-h/LetThatBeYourLastBattlefield%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="LetThatBeYourLastBattlefield" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="LetThatBeYourLastBattlefield" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-owtFk-ZBPQU/Uy5cguX_FFI/AAAAAAAAL-4/n0DQ6jKL_F4/LetThatBeYourLastBattlefield_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="476" height="366" /></a></p> <p align="center"><strong><font size="2"><em>Commissioner Bele (Frank Gorshin), explaining to a puzzled Captain Kirk and a skeptical Lt. Uhura why being white on the left and black on the right is far superior to being white on the right and black on the left…</em></font></strong></p> <p align="justify">Are there a bunch of people who feel threatened by gay marriage?  Yes.  </p> <p align="justify">Are there a bunch of religious people who don’t like it?  Yes.</p> <p align="justify">Are there a bunch of conservative people who don’t like it?  Yes.</p> <p align="justify">Does this mean that we should allow discrimination, because to end it means some group is offended?  If so, we should allow discrimination against black people because some whites are offended that they’re allowed the same rights; we should allow discrimination against women because some men are offended they’re allowed the same rights; the list is endless.  Before long, we’d just destroy the whole society—like the planet Cheron on Star Trek above.</p> <p align="justify">Can a cake baker discriminate against an interracial couple because some religion or another dislikes it?  No.  Can she discriminate because she dislikes two men or two women marrying?  No.</p> <p align="justify">Should churches and ministers be forced to marry gay couples?  No.  (They can believe what they want and handle their church as they wish—excluding gays, blacks, whites, or whomever they desire.  We do have limits on things churches can do; sacrificing children to Baal is not allowed in the United States…).  Religious people, know this:  You have the right to believe whatever you want—but so do the rest of us.</p> <p align="justify">Government and businesses should be forced to give everyone the same rights.</p> <p align="justify">Businesses are leading the way.  They know it’s coming and they’re out in front.</p> <p align="justify">The Courts are headed there.</p> <p align="justify">It’s coming.</p> <p align="justify">Let’s just all agree that everyone should be equal and get on with it, shall we?</p> <p align="justify"> </p> <p align="justify"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-rbX8ulZjHOE/Uy5chZKYARI/AAAAAAAAL_A/lkRoSpupSs0/s1600-h/hrc%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="hrc" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="hrc" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-WX-DkdFjsnc/Uy5ch8IQc2I/AAAAAAAAL_I/tjxrg3xn9Y4/hrc_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="447" height="454" /></a></p> <p align="center"><strong><em>Please support the </em></strong><a href="http://www.hrc.org/"><strong><em>Human Rights Campaign</em></strong></a><strong><em>, I do.</em></strong></p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530638312241511336.post-3294468887414863192014-03-05T18:43:00.001-06:002014-03-05T18:51:02.476-06:00Family Stuff, and MUTANTS!<p align="justify">All my life, Mother collected her crystal, china, and silver patterns.  “A Southern Belle Primer” details southerners and their dedication to Crystal, China, and Silver patterns.  It’s just in our genes.</p> <p align="justify">Mother’s crystal pattern was Fostoria American.  It wasn’t glamorous; it was classed as “everyday crystal” (that you have to wash by hand because you can’t put it in the dishwasher).  She had a ton of it.  We gave it to her for birthdays, anniversaries, etc. and she was always glad to get it.  As an adult, when I ived next door to them in Arkansas, I went shopping (at flea markets and antique stores) for the more esoteric pieces.  Long and short, she wound up with a LOT.  </p> <p align="justify">Now it’s at my house.</p> <p align="justify">One of the things I never got was the Old Fashioned glass.  It’s a bit small and strangely shaped for what it is.  Notwithstanding, it is NOT cheap.  I have other Old Fashioned’s (some crystal, some glass) that are bigger/nicer, so I had plenty already and wasn’t looking to add.</p> <p align="justify">But—at an estate sale this last weekend, 2 doors down from me, there it sat.  One.  How they only had one…?  $1.  It’s here in my hand, with the ice slowly melting with the whiskey.  With my weight-loss program, any whiskey is too much, but ya know…gotta live a LITTLE bit.  So, I actually measure—and filled with ice, this is exactly 2 jiggers.  Cheers, Mom!</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-gySeylu-p-U/UxfEhTtt0TI/AAAAAAAAL8Q/Gg6jspdCHXs/s1600-h/DSC_3859a%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSC_3859a" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="DSC_3859a" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-v4s-k3K0OZw/UxfEiqFSAGI/AAAAAAAAL8Y/aqmAgo-vcTg/DSC_3859a_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" height="567" /></a></p> <p align="justify">So, I’m sitting in my “little den” listening to my Magnificent Magnavox cranking out Henry Mancini loud enough to disturb the neighbors, sitting in a chair that’s been in my family since the 1920’s…(snif—the Maggie is going to the shop.  She’ll be fabulous when she gets back, though—full recap, revamp turntable, clean/repair.  I can rock the house now, what’s it going to be like when it’s fully restored?  Quick funny aside—I’m taking it to Dawson’s TV & Appliance here in Houston to be repaired.  The shop is a shambles; it used to be a beautiful store, gleaming (note to my friend Lisa Alston Lulick—it’s directly next to Dick-n-son’s <img class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-winkingsmile" style="border-top-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-left-style: none" alt="Winking smile" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-xP-rhppPuR0/UxfEjKl7gfI/AAAAAAAAL8c/YXWdgXqaoa4/wlEmoticon-winkingsmile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" />.  Mr. Dawson sold me the first television set that I bought as an adult, new, from a dealer.  I moved to Houston, was staying on a buddy’s couch—my apartment wasn’t ready yet and the movers weren’t there with my stuff—but by God I had a TV, a 19 inch RCA Colortrak “Tabletop” model that I used for decades; $500.  Mr. Dawson is long-dead (he was old then), but the guy my age who was apprenticing there is still there—and knows how to fix this old equipment.  Mr. Dawson was an authorized Magnavox dealer, so this kid learned how.  He’s an old man now too (like me).  I can’t wait.  I love my Magnavox collection.  When I die?  That would seem to be a Nathan problem). (I have a Custom Imperial for Nathan, and one each for David, Rachel, and Matt).</p> <p align="justify"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-M2eI1HZAhbo/UxfEji8ZSNI/AAAAAAAAL8k/YSY3AL6nSXM/s1600-h/DSC_3861a%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSC_3861a" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="DSC_3861a" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-8Xbal71Ck6c/UxfEkr4NQMI/AAAAAAAAL8w/HVztAmbNQB0/DSC_3861a_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="591" height="412" /></a></p> <p align="justify"></p> <p align="justify"></p> <p align="justify">…while my dinner cooks.</p> <p align="justify">I’ve done several of the family recipes over the years, usually with fairly decent success.  I’ve never assayed Mom’s meatloaf, though.  For one thing, she did it better than anybody else.  I can’t imagine that mine would even be edible compared with hers.</p> <p align="justify">But, nothing ventured, nothing gained, so I got my sister to write down Mom’s recipe (I watched Mother; she didn’t have a recipe, she just knew what she was doing); my sister had stood behind her taking notes.  I wish either of us had done so for her chocolate pie….</p> <p align="justify">So it’s in my Magnalite roaster right now.  </p> <p align="justify">It calls for 1 egg, but I used more of everything, so I used 2 eggs.</p> <p align="justify">I’m persnickety about eggs.  I like ‘em uber-fresh, and I buy only organic, antibiotic-free eggs from cage free, free roaming hens.  They’re $5 a dozen.  One of my little splurges.  </p> <p align="justify">So I got the eggs at the store when I bought oats (OATS?  Mother always put them in—so I bought them.  Jeebus, the box will mold before I ever use that many, I hate oatmeal).  Went in to crack them and…</p> <p align="justify">MUTANTS!!!!</p> <p align="justify">2 yolks PER EGG!!!!  Ok, maybe that’s common but **I’ve** never seen it!</p> <p align="justify">(We’ll see how the meat loaf turns out.  Mom never had Whataburger spicy ketchup to put on it, either <img class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-winkingsmile" style="border-top-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-left-style: none" alt="Winking smile" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-xP-rhppPuR0/UxfEjKl7gfI/AAAAAAAAL8c/YXWdgXqaoa4/wlEmoticon-winkingsmile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" />).  </p> <p align="justify">Cheers again, Mom!</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-OYA6680Eu1k/UxfElXrfCYI/AAAAAAAAL84/A6-rDzgbMeQ/s1600-h/DSC_3854a%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSC_3854a" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="DSC_3854a" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Z4bBHUKsM6Q/UxfEmSnGD1I/AAAAAAAAL9A/x6fo3Y4_Cuo/DSC_3854a_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="586" height="414" /></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-1gEY3MV4JMY/UxfEm5RR4yI/AAAAAAAAL9I/sQa7FUn9W6k/s1600-h/DSC_3855a%25255B11%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSC_3855a" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="DSC_3855a" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-4FC9qTwQ_Ws/UxfEn4fq0tI/AAAAAAAAL9Q/POwTJzqSREA/DSC_3855a_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="583" height="416" /></a></p> <p> </p> <p>A quick internet search says “they lucky!” so by golly, I’ll take all the luck I can get!</p> <p>What do you think?</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530638312241511336.post-69547602789917937532014-03-02T03:39:00.001-06:002014-03-02T03:43:35.555-06:00Soap<p align="justify">Two of my current round of TV shows wound up this week (or at least I watched the final episodes of the season this week):  Downton Abbey and House of Cards.</p> <p align="justify">I confess, I have a weakness for soap opera.  I came by it honestly.  When I was a tyke, my Mother still worked at Southwestern Bell.  My grandmother lived with us; she and my cousin Neda came to stay when Mother was pregnant with me and never left.  Neda married and moved out, but Grannie lived with us the rest of her life.</p> <p align="justify">Grannie had a crew of “running buddies”; Mrs. Ledbetter, Mrs. Bidwell, and our next-door neighbor, Mollie Fowler.  Mrs. Fowler was a scream.  Every morning, she’d wait for her grown son, Furman (with whom she lived) to leave for his job at Ford Motor Company.  Ford had a huge plant in Dallas at the time, and Furman had a pretty nice job there; he had the first Mustang any of us ever saw, a 1964 1/2 red Mustang convertible.  </p> <p align="justify">Anyway, Mrs. Fowler would wait till Furman left; then she’d peek out the curtains and wait for Mother to leave, first on the bus, then, when we became a “two-car family”, in her shiny black Chevrolet.  As soon as Mom was good and gone, Mrs. Fowler would scoot through the hedge and over to our house, usually bringing doughnuts or bear claws or fried pies or whatever.  She and Grannie would pile up on Mother’s smart sectional with coffee and doughnuts, with me on the floor with my own coffee (yes, they let me have it) and doughnuts while we watched “Love of Life”.  They’d sit there and shout advice (“You’d better watch out, girl!  He’s up to no good!”) at the actresses.</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-cn-EOTGfh_8/UxL8Vy2_snI/AAAAAAAAL7Y/MT18TdEEqHo/s1600-h/LoveofLife-1950s%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="LoveofLife-1950s" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="LoveofLife-1950s" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-B0Aq-aCtcwI/UxL8WrTU90I/AAAAAAAAL7g/kVucJAIXocs/LoveofLife-1950s_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="496" height="379" /></a></p> <p align="justify">A quick aside about “the girls”.  They played bingo at the American Legion Hall every Friday and Saturday night.  Mrs. Bidwell was the only one who still drove, and the only one with a car—a red Falcon.  They’d pile in the Falcon and go to the Legion Hall, play bingo and drink beer (one each per night) till the place closed, then come home late.   Astonishingly, Mother let me go with them occasionally, and I remember the Hall and the Caller and the bingo cards.  They had these little sliding things that slid over the numbers, very professional.  When somebody got a bingo, they’d holler “BINGO”, and one of the workers would come over and read the card off to the Caller; if it checked out, they won whatever prize was offered that round.  I still have 2 items Grannie won playing bingo.  They’d let me have a card, but those old bats would have 4 cards going at once.  They were in it to win it, play hard or go home.</p> <p align="justify">Anyway, from there, my soap watching progressed to 1965 (summers only then, as I was in school).  A new show came on, Days of Our Lives.  It profiled the <strong>Horton</strong> family, a doctor and his wife, their children, and all the trials and tribulations of the small town of Salem.  The first real bad-guy on there (there were lots of baddies, but this was the first “supervillain”) was Victor <strong>Kiriakis</strong>.  (This is important for later in this blog).  (The part of Victor has been portrayed for the entire run by John Aniston, father of Jennifer Aniston).</p> <p align="justify"> <div id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:26335566-13ad-4fd0-a75d-c875514c4040" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" style="float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px"><div><object width="448" height="252"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AoyZs-WTQp8?hl=en&hd=1"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AoyZs-WTQp8?hl=en&hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="448" height="252"></embed></object></div><div style="width:448px;clear:both;font-size:.8em">2008 version</div></div> </p> <p align="justify">I’ve followed the goings-on in Salem on and off for almost 50 years.</p> <p align="justify">A friend of mine is a fellow Days fan; we lived through the Salem Stalker and the abduction of most of the town to Melaswen Island (New Salem spelled backward); we lived through Bo and Hope; Kate and Roman; the trials and tribulations of John Black/Roman/John Black (as of this writing, he’s back to not knowing who he really is); the great Brady-DiMera feud, etc.</p> <p align="justify">When I was in college, we scheduled classes so as to be at home to watch Days.</p> <p align="justify">Then, my senior year, an astonishing thing happened:  CBS piloted a show that was a night-time soap—and it was set in DALLAS.  I was in college in Waco, and we thought Dallas was the be-all and end-all, so we were delighted—until we watched the first episode, in which—astonishingly—a hurricane strikes Dallas!!!  And it’s a SURPRISE hurricane, nobody knew it was coming!  “It won’t last”, we sighed sadly.  Of course, we all know the rest of that story…and it spawned Knots Landing, and inspired Dynasty and Falcon Crest….</p> <div id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:731b78ab-e2bf-4397-bb8b-cdfa65aeedef" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" style="float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px"><div><object width="448" height="252"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jn8YuDqFo6o?hl=en&hd=1"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jn8YuDqFo6o?hl=en&hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="448" height="252"></embed></object></div><div style="width:448px;clear:both;font-size:.8em">I remember this Dallas. The Village is directly behind the gold tower.</div></div> <p align="justify">I was with that same group of friends, but in my apartment in Dallas 2 years later, when JR Ewing was shot—and we all collectively screamed.  You could also hear screams from all over the complex, there were Dallas watch-parties all over in our age group.  We all lived in The Village, a huge group of apartment complexes in Dallas that were singles-ville.  It was like the dorms, except we were all grown up and had jobs….</p> <p align="justify"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-mDdBlBYrkdI/UxL8XcvNkNI/AAAAAAAAL7o/H32X7Wy46l0/s1600-h/JR_Ewing%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="JR_Ewing" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="JR_Ewing" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/--zQ4e4rN_Qg/UxL8XwcUxgI/AAAAAAAAL7w/C1NbH_9B7PE/JR_Ewing_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="596" height="407" /></a></p> <p align="center"><strong><em><font size="2">Ol’ JR.  Make mine a bourbon and branch, darlin’.</font></em></strong></p> <p align="justify">There have been other soaps through the years, and of course the hysterical parody “Soap”, starring the divinely hilarious Katherine Helmond.  Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman!  And who could ever forget Carol Burnett’s hysterical send-up of the soaps as Marian in “As the Stomach Turns”, occasionally featuring Harvey Korman’s most hilarious drag sequences ever, as “Mother Marcus, Canoga Falls’s leading yenta and chicken soup pusher.”  When last we left Canoga Falls…</p> <div id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:f8a88d00-fd96-46a1-b274-71fb063cede6" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" style="float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px"><div><object width="448" height="252"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LUKYH3jtDMM?hl=en&hd=1"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LUKYH3jtDMM?hl=en&hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="448" height="252"></embed></object></div><div style="width:448px;clear:both;font-size:.8em">Marian consults Mother Marcus</div></div> <p align="justify">So that brings us back to the present.  I love Downton Abbey.  I love House of Cards.  Dallas is back with a new generation of Ewings, John Ross and Christopher, and the Barnes-Ewing feud is still going strong.  </p> <p align="justify">And on Days of Our Lives, the hot supercouple is a beautiful (naturally—this is soap!) young gay couple.  Their names?  Will <strong>Horton</strong> and Sonny <strong>Kiriakis</strong>.</p> <p align="justify">Long live the soaps!</p> <p align="justify"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-EJ2FmuuTJe8/UxL8YRE1W8I/AAAAAAAAL74/qh5z5dlA9rQ/s1600-h/Will_Horton_and_Sonny_Kiriakis%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img title="Will_Horton_and_Sonny_Kiriakis" style="border-top: 0px; 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display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="57 Bel Air" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-9rgMSNOW9pE/Uvr_9-AEwkI/AAAAAAAAL3Q/4FGBvysEeig/57%252520Bel%252520Air_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" height="513" /></a></p> <p>1957 Classics: Chevrolet Bel Air.  I like big muscles…</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-LD5J_nav36A/Uvr_-R7_vDI/AAAAAAAAL3Y/yRfjcHtZn34/s1600-h/62081%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="62081" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="62081" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-tNZdQcrX5Kw/Uvr_-94CqfI/AAAAAAAAL3g/so3wuZKdlAU/62081_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="384" height="305" /></a></p> <p align="justify">1957 Classics:  Chateau Lafite—Rothschild.  I’ve never had any.  Wouldn’t somebody like to buy me a bottle?  It’s only $1,682….</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-aZ5QQnZV8J0/Uvr__jGJBuI/AAAAAAAAL3o/sSukCk4_m9I/s1600-h/707mts%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="707mts" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="707mts" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-aQYgslsByyM/UvsAANfroaI/AAAAAAAAL3w/Hi9aamRlBkM/707mts_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="583" height="387" /></a></p> <p align="justify">1957 Classics: First Boeing 707's delivered in 1957. Others are bigger, others are faster, most are more fuel efficient and all are a whole lot quieter--but this is the most beautiful airliner ever designed. A study in grace, balance, and proportion.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Fu1V-utEQSE/UvsAA-cRthI/AAAAAAAAL34/0s33eesgqpM/s1600-h/American_Bandstand_4240%25255B1%25255D.jpg"><img title="American_Bandstand_4240" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="American_Bandstand_4240" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Dri380g2RqI/UvsABmtQ20I/AAAAAAAAL4A/gFr_QO1cR90/American_Bandstand_4240_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="410" height="502" /></a></p> <p align="justify">1957 Classics: In Philadelphia, a young local TV guy started a show for teens to review current songs and dance. "We're going hopping! We're going hopping today, where things are popping! The Philadelphia way, we're gonna drop in on all the music they play at the Bandstand (Bandstand!)....(now, those of you "of a certain age" will have that song stuck all day...you're welcome! Don't worry, though, the next 57 Classic will have you whistling a different tune--then the next or so.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-X7yNwfTYPZ8/UvsACUkNVVI/AAAAAAAAL4I/QlGWlV1_pbs/s1600-h/1957-Cadillac-Ad-06%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img title="1957-Cadillac-Ad-06" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="1957-Cadillac-Ad-06" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-z033nH8eZiI/UvsADM9miTI/AAAAAAAAL4M/AwsRDi2MMDQ/1957-Cadillac-Ad-06_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="392" height="514" /></a></p> <p align="justify">1957 Classics: My very favorite Cadillac of the 50's, the '57. This is the Fleetwood 60 Special in "Mountain Laurel".</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-KZDPEncgFzY/UvsAEB56YxI/AAAAAAAAL4Y/vnqp9IEHU6o/s1600-h/bridge-on-the-river-kwai-1957%25255B4%25255D.png"><img title="bridge-on-the-river-kwai-1957" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="bridge-on-the-river-kwai-1957" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-MIuz50ZUrng/UvsAFXg6A3I/AAAAAAAAL4g/bxofkgCE0YE/bridge-on-the-river-kwai-1957_thumb%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="585" height="277" /></a></p> <p align="justify">1957 Classics: "Bridge On the River Kwai"--1957 film, in 1958 winner of Best Picture, Best Actor, Best Director, Best Writing, Best Cinematography, Best Scoring, Best Music. Nominated: Best Supporting Actor.</p> <div id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:966723a0-d517-41ae-97ce-eff083cc416e" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" style="float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px"><div><object width="580" height="325"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/83bmsluWHZc?hl=en&hd=1"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/83bmsluWHZc?hl=en&hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="580" height="325"></embed></object></div><div style="width:580px;clear:both;font-size:.8em">One of the great opening scenes of all time….</div></div> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-EyEyV9Io8d4/UvsAFzjc2XI/AAAAAAAAL4o/cEWXkplKD1g/s1600-h/TheMusicManPoster%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="TheMusicManPoster" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="TheMusicManPoster" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-c3geWJ-iZt4/UvsAG1LbcKI/AAAAAAAAL4w/M36ZEwzAIP0/TheMusicManPoster_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="344" height="422" /></a></p> <p align="justify">1957 Classics: The Music Man opened on Broadway, with Robert Preston in the title role. All together now, "Seventy-six trombones led the big parade!..."</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-blf9YQPlGEI/UvsAHg_N1mI/AAAAAAAAL44/sNRK_bj0BMo/s1600-h/1957%252520Monsanto%252520House%252520of%252520the%252520Future%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img title="1957 Monsanto House of the Future" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="1957 Monsanto House of the Future" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-IVao93YeHnE/UvsAIF49lwI/AAAAAAAAL5A/98G5tL_vNG0/1957%252520Monsanto%252520House%252520of%252520the%252520Future_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="533" height="352" /></a></p> <p align="justify">1957 Classics: The Monsanto House of the Future opened at Disneyland. In the immortal line from a movie 10 years later, "Plastics!"</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-RGNBHIlTk2E/UvsAIp8KVdI/AAAAAAAAL5I/9jCTXKxmIjM/s1600-h/1957-Disneyland%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="1957-Disneyland" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="1957-Disneyland" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Rn0Z2FfqImM/UvsAJVm0JVI/AAAAAAAAL5Q/zMipKo4RaBQ/1957-Disneyland_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="531" height="408" /></a></p> <p align="justify">1957 Classics: Speaking of Disneyland---Disneyland Lunchbox, complete with thermos. (No, it's not mine. I had a "Munsters" one.).</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-UREiqsu2nWI/UvsAJwukvKI/AAAAAAAAL5Y/IJvjJFsbGzU/s1600-h/wagontrainlogo%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="wagontrainlogo" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="wagontrainlogo" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-CLD6yS9NiH0/UvsAKsokI1I/AAAAAAAAL5g/_ZSj7uiNL6I/wagontrainlogo_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="531" height="408" /></a></p> <p align="justify">1957 Classics: Wagon Train set out from Missouri, headed for California. It was a good show and a classic Western. Lots of big-name guest stars.</p> <div id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:c17d2476-d7c1-490b-9c77-a6a8d9031ddb" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" style="float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px"><div><object width="520" height="292"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wqJHTEhctrw?hl=en&hd=1"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wqJHTEhctrw?hl=en&hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="520" height="292"></embed></object></div><div style="width:520px;clear:both;font-size:.8em">Cool theme music too; thanks Larry Scott for finding this.</div></div> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-m7Qgtu5l6HM/UvsALD-PrpI/AAAAAAAAL5o/OgOllaOzuB8/s1600-h/1957%252520Imperial%252520Ad-06%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="1957 Imperial Ad-06" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="1957 Imperial Ad-06" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Ql0h9AfWYsI/UvsALzJ9LtI/AAAAAAAAL5w/JCNNxDey7PQ/1957%252520Imperial%252520Ad-06_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="469" height="576" /></a></p> <p align="justify">1957 Classics: Can't leave out the amazing Imperial LeBaron Crown Coupe. Outrageously longer, lower, and wider, it sported a 392 Hemi and would corner flat at speed--astonishing for an almost 6,000 lb car on bias-belted tires. The height of Virgil Exner's "Forward Look" styling (Harley Earl's Cadillac crest was '59).</p> <div id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:743b7cb8-cee2-47ae-a5fc-e6de1b4b821e" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" style="float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px"><div><object width="544" height="306"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3rQEbQJx5Bo?hl=en&hd=1"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3rQEbQJx5Bo?hl=en&hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="544" height="306"></embed></object></div><div style="width:544px;clear:both;font-size:.8em">I’m in love (uh) I’m all shook up!</div></div> <p>1957 Classics: #1 on the Billboard Top 100 for 1957 (it's a good song, good beat, you can dance to it, I'll give 95).</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-UKQuqMW-1Ts/UvsAMdvJG3I/AAAAAAAAL54/DbQQTkT8J7A/s1600-h/12_angry_men%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="12_angry_men" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="12_angry_men" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-c0_Pe1KXsmE/UvsAM3xGidI/AAAAAAAAL6A/44axywmbneA/12_angry_men_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="338" height="531" /></a></p> <p align="justify">1957 Classics: Henry Fonda gave one of the most riveting performances of his career in this movie, which was a classic, directed in suffocating fashion by Sidney Lumet. It was nominated for a slew of Academy Awards, but had the misfortune to be up against the epic Bridge on the River Kwai.</p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-XDK1RPattbU/UvsANjwkTyI/AAAAAAAAL6I/i8LHDnQdQ5g/s1600-h/1957%252520books%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="1957 books" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="1957 books" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-PE1j4GcqY14/UvsAOeAlL3I/AAAAAAAAL6Q/seKiZf10nyM/1957%252520books_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" height="524" /></a></p> <p>1957 Classics: 25 Top books from 1957 (What's surprising to me is the number of these I've read; most of them)</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-AjjU4xOuH0o/UvsAPG87XZI/AAAAAAAAL6Y/B1GAZayRnP4/s1600-h/Famous%252520people%252520born%252520in%2525201957%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="Famous people born in 1957" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Famous people born in 1957" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ali4e6kUB3Q/UvsARDCZ3VI/AAAAAAAAL6g/HiZDIb-QEdY/Famous%252520people%252520born%252520in%2525201957_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="383" height="685" /></a></p> <p>1957 Classics: People</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-aOBSF0ZCTlA/UvsASP3bd6I/AAAAAAAAL6o/0z1HYrnmVZ4/s1600-h/19570211_edited-2%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="19570211_edited-2" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="19570211_edited-2" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-bLEs2muPgpU/UvsAS6VZKFI/AAAAAAAAL6w/u8DOKuw2tYU/19570211_edited-2_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="407" height="607" /></a></p> <p align="justify">1957: Next to last. This picture is dated "Feb 57", so it was literally the day they brought me home (it took a week to get the film back...). Everybody got a turn in the rocker holding the baby, but you know, gotta have Mom....</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-r7vmiQp7iz4/UvsATiePHDI/AAAAAAAAL64/r4bd1CGIYeM/s1600-h/20140211%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img title="20140211" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="20140211" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-nVnUzpzpcSw/UvsAU3QkoDI/AAAAAAAAL7A/zfjhIBdgd10/20140211_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="400" height="549" /></a></p> <p align="justify">'57 model, 57 years. If it ends tonight, it's been a good ride. Hopefully a few more years left to go. Thank you to all my wonderful friends who have wished me a happy birthday today. It was a fairly mundane day at work (conference calls, screaming--the usual), and it was cold and rainy--but your kind thoughts, good wishes, and friendship made the day great. I hope you enjoyed my little trip back to 1957 today as much as I enjoyed doing it.</p> <p align="center">>>o<<</p> <p align="justify">I posted this stuff all day on facebook and had a blast doing it.  I hope everyone else enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed putting it together.  Tomorrow:  the stuff that I didn’t post on facebook and some commentary.</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530638312241511336.post-71047143774861209412014-02-04T19:27:00.001-06:002014-02-04T20:07:53.306-06:00An Open Letter to AT&T<p>Dear Ma Bell,</p> <p align="justify">I hope you don’t mind me calling you by the name I grew up using.  My Mother started working for you in 1948, at Southwestern Bell Telephone Company in Dallas, Texas.<a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-pbdDYjGvab8/UvGTkV8CePI/AAAAAAAAL2g/fH5E7LNHhPE/s1600-h/swbt1939%25255B2%25255D.png"><img title="swbt1939" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="swbt1939" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-41ZcLZ52UPA/UvGTk-ZdUwI/AAAAAAAAL2o/lK3j0Q1Uub8/swbt1939_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="234" height="237" /></a>During Korea, she transferred to Southern Bell in Columbia, South Carolina, but when that conflict was over, you allowed her to move back to Dallas.  </p> <p align="justify">Mother met her lifelong best friends working for you.  I called them my “Aunts” and still do.  They all retired after long, successful careers with you.  I grew up a “Telephone kid”; I always had play telephones and my 13th birthday present from Mother was an extension (Western Electric 500 set, green) in my own room.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Q14HTikFTYE/UvGTlobI-RI/AAAAAAAAL2w/XFPnHer2ih8/s1600-h/1959%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="1959" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="1959" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-j0ZbFM6TtC8/UvGTmRx3HwI/AAAAAAAAL24/RPhukblsStQ/1959_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="282" height="428" /></a></p> <p align="center"><strong><font size="2"><em>“Telephone boy” in 1959</em></font></strong></p> <p align="justify">In college, I got my first Long Distance account from Southwestern Bell/AT&T.  I was a Southwestern Bell, Pacific Bell, NYNEX, South Central Bell, and US West customer for all those years, finally coming “home” to Southwestern Bell.  I stuck with AT&T for Long Distance all through the “telephone wars”.</p> <p align="justify">When the time came for cell phones, I got my first from a small local outfit in Little Rock that was quickly gobbled up—by Southwestern Bell.  I had Southwestern Bell, then Cingular, and now AT&T.  My current wireless provider is AT&T, and my internet service provider is U-VERSE.</p> <p align="justify">In short, in one way or another, I have been a loyal AT&T customer for almost 57 years as of this writing.</p> <p align="center">>>o<<</p> <p align="justify">Like most of the rest of the civilized world, I am horrified by the events unfolding in Russia, Uganda (well, most of Africa) and other places regarding the oppression of gay people.  Russia is ONE STEP away from Stalin-era tactics (and may be employing them now, for all we know).  Vladimir Putin can say whatever he likes about the laws being only “to protect children”, but make no mistake—the Pogrom is on in Russia.  With a population of 144,000,000, and using Kinsey’s 10%, one can conservatively estimate that 14,400,000 people in Russia are in mortal danger.  At the very least, their civil liberties are gone; at the worst, they can be hunted, killed, imprisoned, maimed, and all with tacit—if not outright—approval of the Russian government, the Russian Orthodox Church, and the Russian people.</p> <p align="justify">I fear for them.</p> <p align="justify">The Sochi Olympics are an <strong>affront</strong> and <strong>offensive</strong>, considering the evil that the Russian government is promulgating.  I feel sorry for all the men and women who have spent their lives training for this Olympic event, only to have it marred by this nasty, wicked crime against humanity in a country that clearly tried democracy and threw it out the window.  The “Good Russian People?”  Bullshit. You’re hearing it here, folks!: Ronald Reagan was right; they ARE the Evil Empire.</p> <p align="justify">The <a href="http://www.hrc.org/">Human Rights Campaign</a> (of which I am a proud, card-carrying, financially supporting member) has roundly condemned the actions that are taking place in Russia.  They have called upon corporate sponsors to condemn the Russian Government for their heinous actions.</p> <p align="justify">Which corporate sponsor has responded?  Which bravely stepped forward?  Which answered the call?</p> <p align="center"><font size="5"><strong>AT&T</strong>.</font>  </p> <p align="center"><strong><font size="4">That’s you, Ma Bell.</font></strong></p> <p align="justify">I am reproducing AT&T’s post in its entirety, along with the <a href="http://blogs.att.net/consumerblog/story/a7793998#__utma=149406063.705766389.1391559895.1391559895.1391561884.2&__utmb=149406063.4.10.1391561884&__utmc=149406063&__utmx=-&__utmz=149406063.1391561884.2.2.utmcsr=google|utmccn=%28organic%29|utmcmd=organic|utmctr=%28not%20provided%29&__utmv=-&__utmk=238909952">link</a>.</p> <p align="justify">All that said, I believe it’s time to change my status with you, Ma Bell.  Instead of being “Lifelong Customer”, implying “the past”, I’m changing my status with you to “Customer for Life”, implying past, present, and future.</p> <p align="justify">Thank you, Ma Bell.  You’ve always been there for me.</p> <p align="right">Sincerely, </p> <p align="right">Nick Jones</p> <p align="right">Proud AT&T Customer-for-life</p> <p align="justify">P.S.  I would be remiss if I did not mention the actions of our President, Barack HUSSEIN Obama.  Instead of knuckling under to pressure from Russia, and the (hateful) IOC, and from the people on my side calling for an American boycott (which would have accomplished little), he handled this situation masterfully.  By declining to send any “major” US officials (as is customary), and by sending instead a star-studded cast of GAY former superstars, Olympians (including multi-gold-medal-recipients), and others, he is sending a powerful message to Putin:  we’re sending some of our best and brightest—and they’re queer.    Further, we’re not sending our highest elected officials—so put that in your pipe and smoke it, Vlad. (In gayspeak:  The O’s throwing some serious shade!  Eat it, bitch).</p> <p align="justify">(Personal from Nick to Vladimir:  Put your shirt back on.  You ain’t all that.)</p> <p align="center">>>o<<</p> <p align="justify">AT&T blog post:  (No copyright infringement intended; if this is problematic, notify me and I will modify immediately).</p> <blockquote> <p>A Time for Pride and Equality</p> <p><img alt="AT&T" src="http://preview.att.net/editorial/images/92/7792092/att_logo.jpg" /></p> <p><a href="http://blogs.att.net/consumerblog/blogger/a7792092">AT&T</a></p> <p>February 04, 2014</p> <p>On Friday night, many of us will be tuned in to the 2014 Olympic Winter Games opening ceremony.</p> <p>It’s an event that symbolizes peace and unity amongst nations. It’s also a moment for us to express our pride in America and everything for which it stands.</p> <p>AT&T has stood proudly with Team USA at every Olympic opening ceremony since 1984 in Los Angeles. As a Proud Partner of the U.S. Olympic and Paralympic Team for the past 30 years, we’ve showcased American athletes and celebrated their diversity all around the world. For these games, we’re shining a light on some of the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nVWgcphO6Qs&feature=player_embedded">hard work and dedication</a> that goes into training for the Olympics, and asking fans to showcase their American pride by uploading U-S-A chants through our free #ItsOurTime <a href="http://about.att.com/newsroom/support_team_usa_at_the_2014_olympic_winter_games.html">app</a>.</p> <p>The Olympic Games in Sochi also allow us to shine a light on a subject that’s important to all Americans: equality. As you may know, the lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT) community around the world is protesting a Russian anti-LGBT law that bans “propaganda of non-traditional sexual relations.” To raise awareness of the issue, the Human Rights Campaign (HRC) has <a href="http://www.hrc.org/blog/entry/hrc-calls-on-olympic-sponsors-to-condemn-anti-lgbt-law-in-russia-advocate-f">called on</a> International Olympic Committee (IOC) sponsors to take action and stand up for LGBT equality.</p> <p>AT&T is not an IOC sponsor, so we did not receive the HRC request. However, we are a long-standing sponsor of the United States Olympic Committee (USOC), we support HRC’s principles and we stand against Russia’s anti-LGBT law. </p> <p>AT&T has a long and proud <a href="http://about.att.com/newsroom/best_place_to_work_for_lgbt_employees_dec.html">history of support</a> for the LGBT community in the United States and everywhere around the world where we do business. We support LGBT equality globally and we condemn violence, discrimination and harassment targeted against LGBT individuals everywhere. Russia’s law is harmful to LGBT individuals and families, and it’s harmful to a diverse society.</p> <p>We celebrate the diversity of all Olympic athletes, their fans, Russian residents and all people the world over – including and, especially, our employees and their loved ones.  </p> <p>As the games begin, we’re here to support and inspire American athletes who’ve worked hard and sacrificed much to achieve their dreams. We also want to be on record with our support for the LGBT community, and we hope that others involved with the Olympic Games will do the same.</p> <p>Go Team USA! #ItsOurTime.</p> <p>- See more at: http://blogs.att.net/consumerblog/story/a7793998#__utma=149406063.705766389.1391559895.1391559895.1391561884.2&__utmb=149406063.4.10.1391561884&__utmc=149406063&__utmx=-&__utmz=149406063.1391561884.2.2.utmcsr=google|utmccn=(organic)|utmcmd=organic|utmctr=(not%20provided)&__utmv=-&__utmk=238909952</p></blockquote> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530638312241511336.post-10239693382883751792014-02-03T19:21:00.001-06:002014-02-04T08:22:56.561-06:00The Supa Bow: the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly<p align="justify">Ok, yes, it’s been a while.  Nobody reads this anyway… <img class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-winkingsmile" style="border-top-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-left-style: none" alt="Winking smile" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-F_53pLSHheI/UvBAp7QGeiI/AAAAAAAAL2Q/8eOG-HI2aVw/wlEmoticon-winkingsmile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" /></p> <p align="justify">Enjoyed the Supa Bow last night.  </p> <p align="justify">The Good:</p> <ul> <li> <div align="justify">OPERA, BABY!!!!  Renée Fleming, you NAILED IT, girl!  Thank you!  Fabulous!  What a diva!  If you missed Renée’s dazzling, goose-bump-inducing performance, here ya go:  <a href="http://youtu.be/7etXoNrwP8c">Renee Fleming Super Bowl 2014 National Anthem</a></div> </li> <li> <div align="justify">“The 80’s called—they want their store back!”  My favorite of all the commercials:  <a href="http://youtu.be/oUwwZHdx6SU">Radio Shack, you rock.  I'm giving you another chance.</a></div> </li> <li> <div align="justify">General Mills and Coke—more in the main body of the post, see below.</div> </li> </ul> <p align="justify">The Bad:</p> <ul> <li> <div align="justify">The Broncos.  Are you kidding me???  Well, unlike the Cowboys, Texans, and Saints, they were actually IN THE BUILDING.  At least guys who LOOKED like the Broncos were in the building….</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify">The NJ Transit Authority thinking they could get that many people to and from the games on the train.  REALLY?  REALLY?</div> </li> </ul> <p align="justify">The Ugly:</p> <ul> <li> <div align="justify">All the Xenophobic, homophobic HATE that is spewing forth from all the usual suspects.  I always try to keep this blog a-political, but not this time.</div> </li> </ul> <p align="justify"><a href="http://youtu.be/5qkJHgkUzDA">General Mills</a>:</p> <p align="justify">The Cheerios family was insufferably adorable. As in all commercials, you have a handsome Dad, a lovely Mom, and an adorable moppet. Like my friend Jim Harrington over at <a href="http://goodcounsel.blogspot.com/2014/02/yabf-yet-another-bigoted-freakout.html?showComment=1391475183238#c2520070886135810518">Good Counsel</a>, I'm a bit surprised that ad is "brave" and "daring" on the 50th anniversary of the Civil Rights Act. </p> <p align="justify">But wait--I'm not surprised. I live in the south (a liberal part of it, as that goes, but the south nonetheless). I also admit, I had seen the first ad (they've done this family before), and I had to watch it twice to figure out what was "wrong" with it...then I had to watch it again just to be sure. It literally didn't register....ok, let’s see, you’ve got Mom, Dad, and a kid.  Ok?  Umm….yeah, so?</p> <p align="justify">The bigots are out in force opposing it.  <br /></p> <p align="justify"><a href="http://youtu.be/A8iM73E6JP8">Coke</a>: I take it all back. I was a bit offended by their "homophobic coke can" Sochi ad (was big in Africa...Coke made the Africans take it down when they realized it existed). Coca-Cola and Pepsi have both been in the forefront of LGBT rights. Not sure what the conservatives will have left to drink. Maybe water is homophobic?</p> <p align="justify"> <br />I loved "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ib-Qiyklq-Q">I'd like to teach the world to sing</a>". Still do (click the link). I loved <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A8iM73E6JP8">this current ad</a>, too. I love living in Houston, which is a melting pot if ever there was one. I've frequently said, when I walk into my friendly local H-E-B (grocery store), to get from the front of the store to the back, you hear Ebonics, Farsi, Mandarin, Hindi, English and of course Espanol (along with a goodly selection of "Spanglish"--the nice man who does my yard effectively speaks "Spanglish"--his college-student son sounds like every other teenager in Houston...Javier and I (same age) just stand there wisely, shaking our heads, while he talks to his budz in that language all the teens seem to speak these days....</p> <p align="justify"> <br />One of my favorite things circulating facebook right now is the one about the irate caller demanding that the other person speak like a "real American!" She tells him, "I am, sir. I am speaking Navajo." How quickly the Prescotts, the O'Briens, the Olsons, the Beauchamps, the Schmidt's, and the Gonzalez's forget that their ancestors were once the "foreigners" here....</p> <p align="justify">One more thing about “America the Beautiful”—it was written by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Katharine_Lee_Bates">Katherine Lee Bates</a>.  Bates’ sexuality is basically not discussed, but she lived for many years with her “close friend”, another woman.  It is widely believed that they were a lesbian couple.  So, conservatives, stick THAT in your pipe and smoke it!</p> <p align="justify">Favorite quote about the Supa Bow:  “There won’t be an ounce of “grass” left in Seattle!”</p> <p align="justify"> </p> <p align="justify">Personal note:  Yes, I am boycotting the Sochi Olympics.  I know it won’t make any difference, but it does to me.  F-you, Putin.</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530638312241511336.post-83957488422495450782013-11-22T10:04:00.001-06:002013-11-22T21:36:00.932-06:00November 22, 1963<p align="justify">We in Miss Caldwell’s first grade class at Leila P. Cowart Elementary School in Dallas were in a frenzy of excitement—the PRESIDENT was in our town!  Being in the then-working-class, solidly Democratic area of Oak Cliff, we were all big JFK fans (especially Jackie).  Our Dads all liked “Jack”, and our Moms all wanted to BE Jackie—they all had the pillbox hats, the Chanel (or Chanel knockoff) suits, the Balenciaga frocks, the heels, gloves, etc.  </p> <p align="justify">The Kennedys had been in Houston the day before, then flew to Ft. Worth, spent the night, and were up for a breakfast meeting early, then flew to Dallas.  It wasn’t a surprise to anyone that they flew from Ft. Worth to Dallas—the Turnpike was the only “freeway” between the two, and it cost the astronomical sum of $4.75 THEN ($36.25 in 2013 $).  We all wanted to go see them, but in my case, my Dad couldn’t get off work and my Mother was still recuperating from surgery, so there was nobody in my house to take me.  It was going to be a big crowd, so many of the Moms didn’t want to brave them without their husbands, and the husbands had to work.  That was the era….</p> <p align="justify">So we were sitting there in class when our Principal came over the loudspeaker.  This was unnerving in a variety of ways.  First, it was the middle of the morning.  That never happened.  Second, and more alarmingly, he was crying (trying not to do so).  That REALLY never happened, because men didn’t cry publicly then, AT ALL.  He told us the President had been shot, school was closed, and we were all to go home.  THAT was a shocker—school letting out in the middle of the day!?!  Then it got worse!  Our pretty young teacher (she was probably 24 or 25, fresh out of TCU), put her head down on her desk and sobbed.  She had brunette hair in a Jackie Kennedy “flip”, and cats-eye glasses, and always wore pretty clothes.  She was a cheerful person and we all loved her.  For her to react like this, just after Mr. Pennington (Principal) had cried, and school out—wowsers.</p> <p align="justify">Normally, Mother either walked or drove me to school.  There was a busy road I had to cross, and even though there was a crossing guard, Mother wasn’t taking any chances.  She had lost my older sister, and she wasn’t losing another child.</p> <p align="justify">Well, today, not only was Mother NOT there, neither was the crossing guard!  I made it across that busy street and walked home.  When I got there, more weirdness:  Mother and Grannie were sitting on the sofa, both crying, both with hands at their mouths, glued to the set.  We watched that TV for the next 3 days, a black and white Philco; the color Philco on which Dad had splurged was in the shop and this was their “loaner”.</p> <p align="justify">My Dad knew the Detective in the white “LBJ” hat looking so surprised when Oswald was shot in the famous picture; I forget the man’s name.  He, too, lived in Oak Cliff and I think he and Dad were on the same bowling league.  Dad intimated that he had many thoughts he did NOT put down in his book, out of outright fear.</p> <p align="center">>>o<<</p> <p align="justify">I was too young then to appreciate all the subtle ramifications of the assassination.  Big John Connally, the Texas Governor, had been shot as well; I liked Big John.  I liked President Kennedy too.  Of course, his death meant that Lyndon Johnson of Texas ascended to the Presidency, and it was cool to have the news talk about “The Texas White House” all the time.</p> <p align="justify">Growing up, I did, in fact, hear people refer to Dallas as “The City of Hate”, and I couldn’t fathom why.  WE didn’t kill him!  All of MY friends and relatives were big fans!  (It took J. R. Ewing to change Dallas’s image, literally).</p> <p align="center">>>o<<</p> <p align="justify">I’ve now been fascinated with the story for 50 years, have seen all the documentaries; read the actual Warren Commission Report (what a pack of lies that is…); heard all the conspiracy theories, thought of a few myself.  I’ve seen the autopsy pictures (they’re on the internet).  I’ve spent quality time in the “sniper’s perch” at the former Texas School Book Depository.  I’ve also (since 1963) learned how to shoot both a handgun and a rifle.  I’m actually a pretty good shot (though far from a sharpshooter).  </p> <p align="justify">My conclusions:</p> <ol> <li> <div align="justify">I don’t know who killed Jack Kennedy.</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify">I know the “Magic Bullet” is a work of fiction.</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify">I know Lee Harvey Oswald was a trained sharpshooter, and I know how to shoot a gun, and I cannot fathom why Oswald would pass up a straight, clear, dead-on headshot from short range (as the car came crawling down Houston St.) for a much more difficult angled shot while the car was moving away and picking up speed.  Lee Oswald MAY have shot at Jack Kennedy—but he didn’t kill him.  YOU’LL NEVER CONVINCE ME THAT LEE HARVEY OSWALD KILLED JACK KENNEDY.  It just didn’t happen.</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify">I just revisited the infamous “grassy knoll” earlier this year.  Many reported shots from there.  It was a perfect place for a concealed sniper to take shots.</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify">Oliver Stone makes great <u>fictional</u> movies.</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify">I’ve been to the Texas School Book Depository; the “Grassy Knoll”, the Ford Museum in Detroit (where sits the infamous “bubbletop” limousine, though it was stripped to the rails after 11/22/63 and re-built).  I’ve been to the Kennedy Library in Boston.  I’ve sat in the “Kennedy Seat” at Ye Olde Oyster House.  I can show you where Jack Ruby’s nightclub was (it’s now all yuppified and that building was torn down decades ago), and I can show you the exit from the –then- Dallas County Jail (now boarded up) wherefrom they were going to take Oswald when Ruby shot him.  I STILL don’t know who killed him or why, and I never will.  The government has the information, I’m convinced.  They’ll never let it go.  Does that mean the government itself did it?  Maybe.  Or maybe it was the Cubans.  Or the Russians.  Or the Martians….</div> </li> </ol> <p align="justify"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-G_cbmKWYIKo/Uo-ARzvZeJI/AAAAAAAALx0/umuaOKPyheQ/s1600-h/DSC_1369%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSC_1369" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="DSC_1369" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-XG2nFDxrsEg/Uo-ATRlchwI/AAAAAAAALx4/ykrvJEanNtQ/DSC_1369_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="592" height="406" /></a></p> <p align="justify"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-DKnL4cO_5SQ/Uo-AUW6gxgI/AAAAAAAALyE/MfQ54JAlVio/s1600-h/DSC_1367%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSC_1367" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="DSC_1367" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-yG1kIcAOcDI/Uo-AVfFhcxI/AAAAAAAALyM/haubIDRt3qA/DSC_1367_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="599" height="411" /></a></p> <p align="justify"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-g3CcNl9wBcw/Uo-AWv013CI/AAAAAAAALyU/Zt6dEQZ9Oes/s1600-h/DSC_1370%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSC_1370" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="DSC_1370" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ofasuyTnVSE/Uo-AYI1c_1I/AAAAAAAALyc/7zQlV6Saass/DSC_1370_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="596" height="413" /></a></p> <p align="justify"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-UgJbh16Tcig/Uo-AZZHhBRI/AAAAAAAALyk/0_3W6cfasCQ/s1600-h/DSC_1361%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSC_1361" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="DSC_1361" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-uYh37foVumk/Uo-AafRE4II/AAAAAAAALys/ppW_7zZVDjs/DSC_1361_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="596" height="413" /></a></p> <p align="center"><strong><em><font size="2">Funny angle for a shot from the School Book Depository, when you had a straight-on close-up headshot while the motorcade was on Houston St.—but a PERFECT shot from the top of the “Grassy Knoll”, which includes a decorative concrete wall with slots and lots of bushes….</font></em></strong></p> <p align="center">>>o<<</p> <p align="justify">Implications:</p> <p align="justify">Why is this one man’s death still resonating across half a century now?  Romantic, tragic, mysterious; all these, of course.</p> <p align="justify">The butterfly effect theory is that if a butterfly flaps its wings, somewhere around the world a hurricane forms.</p> <p align="justify">The Kennedy Assassination was like that.  It had many more far-reaching effects than I can ennumerate, but:  </p> <ul> <li> <div align="justify">Lyndon would never have become President.  Kennedy actually was weak on Civil Rights (BOBBY was the one who was passionate about civil rights; Jack liked the idea, but wasn’t going to rock the boat too much).  Lyndon was going to HAVE Civil Rights legislation, and with the help of Sam Rayburn in the House and many of his old Senate cronies including Everett Dirksen, a Republican, he was able to get the Civil Rights Act of 1964 pushed through.  That changed the world.</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify">Would Jack have prosecuted the Vietnam War?  It was his advisor, Robert McNamara, one of the “brain trust” guys, who pushed it.  Rumor has it that Kennedy had on his desk an order to withdraw the “advisors” from Vietnam when he left for Texas.  Vietnam tore this country apart (and we lost, that “Peace with Honor” shit is just that…shit).  It also reinforced the precedent of US military intervention in the affairs of other countries without a declaration of war by Congress.  This has led to all kinds of adventures:  Grenada, Bosnia-Herzegovina, Africa, and of course Iraq and Afghanistan.  “Afghanistan—where Empires go to die”.</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify">Ike warned us of the “Military Industrial Complex”.  I can tell you that this is absolutely true.  The tail does wag the dog, and continues to do so.  Is the best offense a good defense?  Absolutely!  Do we need a strong military?  Damn right.  What the military-industrial complex does, though, is crafty:  all these little wars are test-runs for some new tech they want to try out in “real-time”.  Where I get bent is that they use the lives of our US Military Personnel as just one more pawn on the board---“so we waste a few, so what?”  Each and every Military life is of more value to me than all the military-industrial complex taken together.  You don’t waste their lives.  If we need to defend our country—that’s what they signed up for.  Test some new system in the jungle in Africa, killing a few grunts/soldiers along the way?  FUCK YOU, find some other way to test.</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify">Jack Kennedy was no friend to the Military-Industrial complex, so how would that have turned out?</div> </li> </ul> <p align="justify">There have been, in my experience (and that of my parents), three events that changed the world forever.  Everyone then alive remembers exactly where they were, what they were doing, even what they were wearing.  It’s frozen in time; crystallized; preserved in amber for all their lives.  There was the time before—and the time after.  The world was noticeably, markedly different on either side of the event.  In fact, one only need refer to the dates:</p> <ul> <li> <div align="justify">December 7, 1941</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify">November 22, 1963</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify">September 11, 2001</div> </li> </ul> <p align="justify">Because my generation’s world was turned on its end while we were children/teenagers, it affected us all our lives.  Two cohorts—the “hippies” who were the first part of the Baby Boomers and the “Me” generation that was the second –my- half.  The hippies were in high school and college; they’re the ones who rioted and protested and otherwise acted out (and might not have, had Kennedy lived).  We kids were terrified by everything that went on—the Cuban Missile Crisis (we were literally told we might die—as 5 and 6 year olds—and what the missiles would sound/look like, and that if we never saw our parents again, this is what to do.  Heavy stuff for a kid, scarred us), then the THREE political assassinations of people who appeared to be “ours”, who spoke to “us”:  Jack Kennedy, his brother Bobby, and Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.  All great men, all talking the same basic talk, all mowed down.  Hmmmm.  Vietnam was a quagmire our government mired us in.  Hmmmm.  “You’re going to die in a bright flash of nuclear fire.”  Hmmmm.  </p> <p align="justify">Those things shaped us as people.  As a result, many of my generation developed political views that directly or indirectly grew out of those events.  Because we were in charge, running the thing, from 1992 to 2008 (Obama is a leading-edge Gen-X’er), many of the decisions we made (look at the administrations of Clinton and Bush closely) derived directly from these experiences.  The consequences of these decisions will be felt for the rest of our lives.  Our generation has polarized (strict liberal and strict conservative; see Congress, US), and will remain so.  It will remain up to the younger generations to try to fix the damage we’ve caused.  We are who we are because of the times in which we were raised.</p> <p align="justify">The world continues to resonate because this man was shot.</p> <p align="justify">Rest in Peace, Jack.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-3Q9vz1MWLWg/Uo-Abz6XBaI/AAAAAAAALy0/Yyooxby9c7c/s1600-h/JFK%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="JFK" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="JFK" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-4MIXRlPiGPo/Uo-AdAFLaYI/AAAAAAAALy4/cAm8uMLr8Lo/JFK_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="627" height="430" /></a></p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530638312241511336.post-48938125073057452472013-11-06T08:40:00.001-06:002013-11-06T09:06:04.425-06:00Emotional Roller-Coaster Week<p align="justify">As I have said before in this blog, when I was a kid, we lived at various postings in Texas while Dad pursued his career (he would say, “made a living”) at various places in Texas.  We spent every bit of vacation possible in Malvern, Arkansas, Mother and Dad’s (and my) hometown.  </p> <p align="justify"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-vPUpKEfQToI/Unpa1_5BVxI/AAAAAAAALws/OwwITedTI6k/s1600-h/scan0166_edited-1%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img title="scan0166_edited-1" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: right; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="scan0166_edited-1" align="right" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Qt9Rsx4Ni0w/Unpa2XAU7SI/AAAAAAAALw0/Y9oM-6NfyuI/scan0166_edited-1_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" height="375" /></a>While Grannie (Mother’s mother, who lived with us) spent her time over at her other daughter’s (2 blocks down the street), we stayed with Dad’s parents on Sullenberger.  Granny (Dad’s mother) had her house fixed “just-so”; she had (after 4 kids and the grinding poverty of the Great Depression) finally gotten nice stuff in a nice house.  She had “set-outs” everywhere (breakables) and antique furniture.</p> <p align="justify">I’m sure kids rampaging (with muddy feet) through her pristine house gave her hives, and I’m sure she was glad when it was time for us to go so she could get back to normal.</p> <p align="justify"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-IyFRZVn9R1k/UnpU1qOtnZI/AAAAAAAALwY/Hpr-teV_qxw/s1600-h/scan0072_edited-1%25255B11%25255D.jpg"><img title="scan0072_edited-1" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="scan0072_edited-1" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-0oyI7ZRVCBA/UnpU2evvGlI/AAAAAAAALwg/DdNCIAijo0c/scan0072_edited-1_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="377" height="528" /></a></p> <p align="justify">But, in a never-varying routine, as we’d make final preparations and start loading ourselves into the car, she’d start crying.  She and Gramp would stand in the carport, on the steps, and she’d boo-hoo into a white linen handkerchief while we drove away, looking not unlike the Joads in “The Grapes of Wrath”, station wagon packed, kids, dogs, Grannie, etc.  I’m sure she cried on and off the rest of the day while she cleaned and tried to “re-set” her house.</p> <p align="justify">I always thought it a bit silly; I mean, come on, we’ll be back shortly!  And we’ll be getting muddy and running through the house and playing the stereo too loud and getting called down—again--</p> <p align="justify">But…she cried.</p> <p align="center">>>o<<</p> <p align="justify">Matt came to see me for a week!  He had planned to stay longer, but it worked out that he needed to go home on Monday, so Monday morning, I drove him out to Bush Intercontinental Airport and put him on a plane.  We hugged several times in the airport, and he turned to get in the TSA line and I turned to walk out (old superstition:  never look back, and never watch them all the way out of sight).  </p> <p align="justify">I bawled all the way to the car and all the way home.  The house was so empty when I got home; his smile and sunny presence lights up any room he’s in.  </p> <p align="justify">So now I know how you felt, Granny.</p> <p align="justify"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-A2NiQhUJdNk/UnpU3H9aKrI/AAAAAAAALv0/P14lTWpT0ng/s1600-h/DSC_1535%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSC_1535" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="DSC_1535" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-rqIwJWPrKfw/UnpU4jidoXI/AAAAAAAALv8/nisut7wea-w/DSC_1535_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="582" height="399" /></a></p> <p align="center">>>o<<</p> <p align="justify">Work has been rough this week, so there’s certainly that---welcome back to my stressy life.  </p> <p align="center">>>o<<</p> <p align="justify">Finally, my dear friend Paul Williams “membered” me in a Baylor Gay Former Student organization on facebook.  I glanced through it; I’ll remain a member of it but I think I’ll hide the updates.  Reading through it brought back all the hurt and trauma I suffered as a student there.  Princeton’s Review listed it as the 12th most unfriendly college/university in the nation for gay individuals (right up there with University of Dallas (the private catholic institution), Texas A&M, and Auburn).  </p> <p align="justify">Just this week, the student body President vetoed legislation that would make life easier for “homo-sexual” students (really?  REALLY?  It would break your fingers to type LGBT?), saying that “homo-sexual” students were basically in the same boat with child-molesters, rapists, and mentally-ill individuals.  </p> <p align="justify">While I applaud the group’s goal of trying to get the university to demonize us a little less, I don’t really know why that’s a good idea.  Those people hate us.  Hate.  Us.  They’re not “Christians” in any sense of the word, at least not the way I thought Christians were supposed to behave.  Let them live in their own evil little land, spewing hate, and spend efforts instead to get gay students to consider going to college in a more open-minded atmosphere, where they can openly socialize (walking down the street holding hands at Baylor is a “Homo-sexual act”, punishable by expulsion; I’m sure they’d prefer “execution”).  Young gay people:  go to a school where you can meet other gay people, have friends, maybe meet a boyfriend or girlfriend!  Where you can have real dates, instead of furtive middle-of-the-night meetings for quick sex under the Chi Omega bridge, then dying of fear that someone might see you.</p> <p align="justify">  <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-fgZsZHCkoKw/UnpU5SJhMnI/AAAAAAAALwE/Lv-46XNITRM/s1600-h/Sigma%252520Delta%252520Phia%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="Sigma Delta Phia" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Sigma Delta Phia" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-lXueIVuPnus/UnpU59IhEfI/AAAAAAAALwM/k6KxLTBr1sI/Sigma%252520Delta%252520Phia_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="207" height="353" /></a></p> <p align="justify">^^^Smiling on the outside, crying on the inside—You have no idea how miserable I was when this picture was made….  I had had a “date” 3 days before.  The “date” consisted of meeting this guy at Denny’s.  We couldn’t talk about anything a normal “date” conversation might cover, because someone in one of the surrounding booths might have heard and turned us in.  We both lived in dorms with roommates.  We wound up walking down the creek and, um, the rest of that story you can figure out.  Point is, we couldn’t have a normal “date” because, had we, say, held hands at Denny’s, that would have been presumption of homo-sexuality and we’d have been expelled—AND told how our souls were going to burn in hell….  And people wonder why I don’t believe this rot any more…. Meanwhile, all our little straight friends were doing the horizontal mambo any way they wanted, any time they wanted.  They’d have been cautioned, had fingers shaken at them, etc, IF caught IN THE ACT ITSELF.  Otherwise, perfectly ok for them to be all over each other in public….</p> <p align="justify">If you’re gay at Baylor (or one of the other hate-filled Christian schools, or Texas redneck establishments like Texas A&M), TRANSFER.  That’s one of the two real regrets I have In my life; I wanted to transfer, decided people would think I was a “quitter”.  I should have done it.  If you discover you’re gay WHILE at Baylor et al, find another school.  Don’t waste a minute of your life on misery.</p> <p align="center">>>o<<</p> <p align="justify">So what’s the point of this blog?  Emotional roller-coaster for me this week—love and sunshine with Matt (who’s going through some things himself, but generously shares his light, his laughter, and his smile with everyone he meets), pang at his departure, stress at work, then re-living all this Baylor crap.  </p> <p align="justify">Not to mention the condition of the Arkansas football team (we’re going to have to give Bielema time to build his system), the Dallas Cowboys (no relief as long as Jerruh has Romo), and the Texans (what a bomb-out)</p> <p align="center">>>o<<</p> <p align="justify">It’s not all bad.</p> <p align="justify">Nathan called me yesterday.  He’s my adopted “son”.  We had a great conversation about not much, just visiting, but it made me feel soooo good to see his name on the caller-id.</p> <p align="justify">I decided to go see Dad this weekend.  Dad is pushing 90.  If Matt’s visit gave me that much love (and for the prurient, there’s nothing going there other than friendship), and Nathan’s call picked me up so much, maybe mine do the same for Dad.  </p> <p align="justify">So, ending on a high note.</p> <p align="justify">Next blog will be some of the pictures Matt and I took while he was here.  He’s an enormously talented photographer; I loved his photos.  Next time, happy thoughts!</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0