Wednesday, November 21, 2018

ROMAINE LETTUCE AND CAPITALIST PIGS



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It will soon be Thanksgiving Day.

People who want to shop quickly and efficiently on Black Friday should go easy on the turkey.

In fact, don't eat a thing.

Power to the people who are the fittist.

And especially don't eat any Romaine lettuce.

It could be a killer before you are injured or killed at the gathering of frenzied hordes on Black Friday.

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I am probably too critical when I write CAPITALIST PIGS.

Most of us are capitalists, but not pigs.

But when I see images of people knocking each other over to be first to grab something that they probably don't need but want to buy, I believe capitalist and pig should then be conjoined.

(I just looked at my back yard. The pigeons are as big as turkeys.)






IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES ROMAINE LETTUCE AND CAPITALIST PIGS






Saturday, November 03, 2018

YOU'RE NOT A NEANDERTHAL SIT UP STRAIGHT











The March of Progress (pictured) is a now discredited theory that said humans (far right) evolved from chimps (far left). The image gives an illustrative view of different stages in the evolution of hominids. Modern-day humans have many extinct cousin species that share a common ancestor. These include: Homo heidelbergensis, Neanderthals and Homo erectus







Mother:
Sit up straight. You're hunching again.

Son:
But mom, I'm not a neanderthal.

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Neanderthals again.

This time it's about their skeletal structure and posture.

Neanderthals may have walked more upright than modern humans.

They also may have had stronger lungs than us.

Neanderthals in marathon runs would have wiped our butts (but not literally).




IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES AND NEANDERTHALS









Friday, November 02, 2018

SPEAK CLEARLY




News commentators need to speak more clearly... and

SLOW DOWN!

They're speaking so fast that words and pronunciations are left in the dust.

Maybe if they chewed gum it would slow down their speaking and help stick their words together.

And it isn't just the big cable news channels.

The garbling and mumbling occurs on the local news.

Just now I heard one well-known newsman say language, but it sounded like langage.

He said victory, and it sounded like vicory.

This bothers me.

I start yelling or change the channel.



IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES AND SPEAKING CLEARLY





Friday, October 26, 2018

A COLD NIGHT AT INNISFREE





One frosty and freezing December night in 1973 Joan Bliss and I zipped ourselves into a sleeping bag.

 Inside the sleeping bag we were as tight as sardines in a can (and by tight I don't mean intoxicated).

She and I did not become amorous, but I do recall some sparks igniting when our two bodies touched.

Neither of us made any moves to do anything.

We had gotten into our snug and warm cocoon simply to avoid death by freezing.

We decided not to go outside to look at the comet Kohoutek, and we would need to wait another 75,000 years before it passed by again; but the comet was a dud anyway. President Nixon summed up the event when he was asked what he thought of the comet: He replied, “No comment.”
Or maybe he said, "No comet."

My visit to Innisfree occurred when I was footloose and free.
It was after Woodstock, but before the end of the Vietnam war.
It was a time of brown rice, vegetables, and yogurt.

Innisfree was a large, two-story farmhouse, with no central heating. I think there was a fireplace in the living room.

I remember walking to Innisfree, but I also recall that my newly bought 1964 Ford Esquire was parked there.

I remember that I was wearing layered clothing, and had on a sleeveless beaver fur vest that I had gotten out of a “free” box in the city.

A local Doberman pinscher must have thought that I was a two-legged beaver, and proceeded to chase me. I ran away in fright, but then remembered I shouldn't, so I slowed down, and so did the dog, and then I continued walking to Innisfree.

I only stayed at Innisfree for one night, and that was enough.

I don't recall where I went after that, but it was probably back to the Bohemian apartment where I had stayed off and on for a number of years.

Joan Bliss and I walked in the mountains one afternoon, but I can't remember if it was before or after our stay at Innisfree. After that, she went her way, and I went mine...strangers on ships passing in the night.



IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES!




Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.


THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE

By William Butler Yeats



I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, 
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; 
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee, 
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, 
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; 
There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow, 
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day 
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; 
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, 
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

1892


Saturday, October 20, 2018

THE DRUNKEN APE







Getting tipsy meant these apes lost their inhibitions and learned to trust each other, which was a key evolutionary advantage. 

Throughout history, the consumption of alcohol may have helped people become more creative, advancing the development of language, art and religion.
This is because alcohol lowers inhibitions and makes people feel more spiritual.




Apes were drinking beer before Brett Kavanaugh got plastered.

Before Jesus was born our simian brethren were imbibing suds.

Before Hemingway or Steinbeck became inebriated and wrote their prose, apes were swigging beer, or at least a fermented liquid that preceded Coors and Budweiser.

But apes were not sufficiently evolved to create Art; they drank beer to get closer to each other.

Beer bonded them.

Beer triggered their brains to produce endorphins.

And
Voila!
Baby apes!


IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES AND BEER



Thursday, September 20, 2018

El Paso Rain September 20, 2018






The
sky's
tears
are
falling
down
my
window
pane
With
joy
or
sorrow
I am
not

sure.




IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES AND THE FALLING RAIN

Saturday, September 15, 2018

THE WOMAN WITH ONE EYE






A woman in dark clothing was playing the piano.
I was in Tuscon, Arizona, almost at the end of my brief hitchhiking adventure, never to hitchhike again.

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The woman was playing something by Scarlatti.
I liked it, whatever it was called.
She came to the end of it.
She scooted around on the piano bench.
She was stunningly beautiful with one eye missing.
One word came to mind:

Picasso.



IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES AND THE WOMAN WITH ONE EYE