The Morning After

Thread: The Morning After

My life seems to be a repeat of what happened about fifteen years ago.

At that time, there were people running around in the neigborhood who didn't like to sleep at night, either. They were keeping people up all the time. They would have music on loudly 'til two or three am. Some of these interlopers at the time had something to do with gangs fighting over turf.

My body felt like I was wearing three pairs of armor. Today, it is slightly more awake, but I don't like to have to walk like I am about to fall into bed.

I don't like how this feels, because I have things I like to do in the morning.
This slows one's schedule down considerably.
Even the way one has to get prepared for work changes.

I think when INS books people to come in to this country, they should ask them if they sleep or not at night.

That would solve this problem.

Or, they can ask that if they don't have to get up for work in the morning, would they mind terribly if everyone else slept all night, so they could get up... :)

This way, we would know who is really serious about living and working here in the USA.

That would save a lot on healthcare and all other departments.

If people went to school and work like they are all supposed to do, all of the world's problems would be solved.

Next: What factors keeps people from going to work and school (or living a basic and simple life)?

Holiday!

Chance Moments Over the Holidays!

Today, by chance, I am actually off. Of course, I am still working by reading and writing this blog ( :), whereas the rest of the Americans are not working by taking the day off.

Last night, I had to do a stake out in my building and watch bank robbers robbing me and the nation operate in my building. I was awake until 4am or 5am in the morning doing that. Their baby only cried once. It's a good baby. I feel like I am babysitting it, because he hears my voice downstairs and goes to sleep. These people never do any work talking or comforting the child, wherever it is.

It is almost as if it is not their baby. They are using the space to deprive me of my sleep every day.

In the morning, sometimes, I can't get up to go to work.

Once, I even collapsed on the street, because I was that giddy and dizzy from forced insomnia.

They are keeping me from working and contributing to the nation's economy. They are stealing my earned income potential and beyond.

Then they are cheating me of needed time at home and elsewhere.

This is sheer bank robbery of my personal needs and assets, not to mention quality of life.

They are also performing a holocaust upon me and this neigborhood by depriving us of our time needed for (sleep) and etc.

Since time is somehow equivalent to money in these parts, these people are bank robbers , not only of me and the rest of the nation.

They induce a state of poverty by their lack of concern and consideration for their fellow man and woman (& child).

Since I can't go to work, then I can't contribute to the nation's economic state sporadically like everyone else.

I am unable to go to work and even go to shop for my needs. Sometimes, I am not able to go outside for fresh air and the like. Since everyone has a network outside, and one person is a majority (especially me, since I'm everybody), these people are robbing everyone and imposing a holocaust on everyone around them.

If people can't function in their roles in their assigned networks outside themselves, they are unable to share their talents with the rest of the world.

I believe the behavior of this type of people should be reported to the Universe Council.

The entire earth is being targeted by these people who don't believe the earth is a good place with good things that God made.

Then I think I saw the individual who delivered Chinese food with staples in it to me. He was out on the street with a girl with hair like Bernadette Peters.

I hope he is not a spike - er of food and drink, because that is harming bodies that God made and called "good."

I think people with this behavior are robbing the country and destroying our economy by this behaviour.

If I am one person alone, it may not affect anyone.

Everyone knows I am not.

I am a majority, and I am everyone.
My boss is the universe right now, by the way. :)

Which groups do you think are toying with our economies in this manner and depleting our energies, our sleep quotient, and even other necessities?!

It is actually a kind of a sick behavior.

Imposed insomnia
Imposed holocaust
Stealing of Time
Stealing of Money (made by God from good trees and good etc..)

Money talks..Time is Money..and these time and bank robbers are also practicing (murder) by the way.

I wonder why everyone is saying that I don't work when they are all helping these people and keeping me from working (their) idea of jobs.

Since I work for everything in the universe, I know all these people are not going to get away with one little thing at all.

When they get displaced, do they ever consider what they do to the one little person at all?

Stealing from me is stealing from everyone (including themselves)...

Ho, Hum!

:)

P.S> I have to go to eat everyone's steak right now! Gee Whiz!
And, I don't even like to eat meat everyday! :(

What a bunch of bummers of me!!!

lol...

Chances are

Thread: Chances are

Today, I got up a bit earlier than I had wanted to, but I feel very awake, which is surprising. I am having the coffee as usual, and I'm using the blend that came as a sample from a restaurant. It is from out of state. It tastes fine, but I wonder if I followed the brewing instructions as recommended.

The sprightly cats were with me for a bit, and then they sauntered off again. They enjoy playing and cavorting with me and one another. I had missed playing with them.
I also missed blogging here. :)

The time I was away taught me something. Nothing has changed at the home front. There are new neighbors, but the behaviors are all the same and at times, worse than before.

The only thing I like is that I can actively complain about the items missing and the objects broken. I hate it that I am charged for everything that I haven't taken or broken. That part is still very, very gross.

The whole world is some sort of open turf or co - op where people can traipse in whenever they want to and then walk out as if they had never been there. It is repulsive, but no one seems to be the wiser.

I want to find necessary papers and organize things, but whenever I am at my place, some other sort of duty calls.

I was somewhat of a real estate agent recently, and it was interesting meeting various people and talking to them. The only thing is that I wondered if they were only coming for another reason entirely than what I gathered initially. It was a strange feeling, and I wanted to pinpoint it, but I think it was just a passing notion.

I need to rewarm the coffee now, finish breakfast, examine the lay of the land, find out what trouble the little rascals are getting into, and that sort of thing this morning. I also want to remember where paper work is, as when I am not where I need to be again,and all recall is lost. The tediousness of searching is a chore right now, but it must be done.

I may not get to the pertinent parts of the work that needs to be done. There is just that presence of mind that says it is sufficient getting some things done, if not all. The nagging projects can be post - poned until someone is bound to remind you. The part that astounds me is that people take it upon themselves to command orders and then are negligent in ways that only you can know but not prove. If you are working in your own home secretly and privately, the whole world wants to know about this, and then the retarding factors set in.

Then they don't want you to get anything done, after they have been on your back about doing the very same things. This must be the plight Prometheus and Sisyphus faced in the stories of old.

Why are these people in the states so schizoid in this manner? They have no concept of follow - through or consistency or stability. I can see why their economies are so retarded here. If there is no initiative or even drive or even a mission or goal, nothing gets done. The lack of morale here, too, is unbelievable.

I find the lack of motivation disheartening, and I want to move away from this. I would like to visit a place where there is more of a balance of various types of people. The ones here all exhibit the same behaviors and this sheer lack of caring. The apathy is an appalling crime at best.

I hope we can all defeat this somehow.

What are the chances of doing just this?

A Friend

Years ago, I heard a song about a friend, and although it was in another language's words, I still was able to understand what friendship means.

Today, I was worried about a friend who is being conned by people who tell him they are his friends and then artfully con him over a period of time. They are artisans of crime and thuggery. He doesn't see it and is blind to their games. They cover up their deceit by saying they are cleaning his house. ( I always know that there are more shades to the meaning of cleaning.)

Then they try to buy him things to buy his friendship. They claim then that they did all these things to cover up the con even more. Then he feels that he is in debt to them forever. They make him feel guilty when they say: Oh I did this and this for you and then rob him by asking him for money and other favors.

There are many Americans being deceived like this. They are being robbed not only of money, but time and other resources. They have to help these cons until they can't take it anymore. Usually, they are at wit's end or even in prison when they realize they are broke over these people.

I have known several people over the years that have been duped similarily. They work as a greedy crime ring in your town. They never leave you alone. When one is done, there is another to take the place of the one that is done. Then that previous one is back in your friend's face later. They also get women involved by getting your friends drunk and then wheedle them out of more money.

I remember as a child I watched a weekend matinee that played over the week called,
"The Swindlers." I didn't understand their motivations and greed as a child, and I tried to ask why people lived that way, and no one could explain it to me.

This kind of outfit makes you feel deprived and in debt to them, because they helped you. They "help" to demoralize people, and then they say they are going to "take care" of you by doing things like laundry and household chores. They make a house like an office instead of a home. This guy who is needling my friend is an active con. He made my friend's house smell not like a house but a building's lobby where many people come and go..that kind of smell, instead of the gentle and cozy home feeling smell that is usually the smell of a home. He claims he has trained many Mexicans. The way he works, though, is slovenly. He moves like a burned out addict, sweating onto the floor instead of with quiet grace. His eyes look glazed like he just came out of a swamp like the greedy gollum from "The Hobbit." Then he's obsessive, stating one train of thought repeatedly, whether it is a "ring" or "money" is beside the point. I find that it is greed that is motivating these sorts and not true friendship.

I think he wants to make my friend's house into a brothel or something. I am afraid to see what could be potentially on the floor here. Also, they lure women falsely, pretending to be wealthy, although it is possibly all stolen money. I think at one point, he admitted he stole my money also. They also tend to use stolen identities, thus getting away each time and pinning the blame onto some unsuspecting citizen or citizens.

Once, they tried to free load off on a relative, and then when you say something, then you become an enemy, until you are finally vindicated.

I have been a "Silas Marner" before in the city of Chicago, so I can spot a cheat a mile away. Many don't have this sense of intuition or even warning sign under their belts, because they had previously lived a busy life or one in which they were over -protected by families and a work environment. They fall so easily for well - dressed people who "appear" to have money, when they are really secret cons. Many men fall for such women, too, who practice this shameless industry - the game of con.
I think they find it so "easy" to live this life, and they confuse this for a life of a true citizen. They are game players and treat people as if they are sport. Some even stalk people from afar like they are playing the "dangerous game."

I pray that my friend will get away from the folly of these people. I think they are trying to change him into a prodigal of sorts. I feel sorry for him. It is not his nature to be duped or conned by these people. The only reason they are conning him is because they are jealous of his good fortune and industrious ways from his youth and life. They are also jealous that he has a clean and virtuous reputation, and they are angry at his family, because they have a heritage that is set. This is why they are trying to sully my friend's life currently.

You want to protect your friend, but sometimes you have to wait for them to wake up.
Until then, you hope they will make the right choices.

If people really want help, they know where to go to for real and lasting help, and they wouldn't be conning their friends, neighbors, and the neighborhood to obtain what they need and not just want.

You will notice that as soon as they obtain what they want, they escape, but when they get what they need, they throw it out in the garbage as refuse.

If your friend ends up broke, then they look for a new target. Then when he is back "in" the money, then they return.

They used to swindle the elderly years ago, but now they are after the Middle Class and urban professionals. I have even heard that they are assaulting people who are receiving aid from democratic agencies now.

These people are not democrats or true U.S. citizens. Their thieving is destructive to the very heart of the nation. I think this cannot go on without any light being shed on the matter.

What's wrong with people, that they can't even leave their friends alone? It used to be strangers they conned...

Habits

About twenty years ago, I met some people at a retreat in Michigan. Most of them were students, and a few were adults. It was a nice mix of people. I found that part of the retreat's program involved disappearing for some time in the early morning. That period was called "quiet time." There were other phrases people used, but I liked the phrase, "quiet time" the best. While you were there, you were encouraged to make the time yours, to remain isolated, to walk about and commune with nature. Then there were breaks in between for breakfast, after quiet time, and then there was time for group activities as well. While it has been many, many years since I attended that retreat, I remember meeting certain of those people.

Two, especially, were not of the group I came with, and two attended my college, although I didn't know them that well. The rest attended the same church with me.
One thing was clear about the whole group. There were all there to find discipline in themselves and their spiritual walk with God. One would possibly be surprised that young people would even set apart this time to go when summer events from all over the city called to them.

There was one person I kept in touch with for a little while. I would find him in quiet spots reading and writing. Once I stopped by to say hi. Years later, I looked him up, and his family told me he was in France, and that he would love to hear from me. Then one bright morn, I received a post card from him. Although we hardly spoke at the retreat, we were able to carry on a correspondence for a brief while by mail.
I think I did write back to him and was so thrilled that he was studying in Paris.

Another man I saw was walking dejectedly along the strand. He and I spoke for a little bit, and we connected over some sad matters. Those were the reasons he was here, he said. He also wanted to do some soul - searching and get things resolved inside himself. I told him that I had faith he would do so. We, too, connected over that time, and he gave me some advice at the end, which was to remember to be careful about the people I chose to befriend and trust in the future. Not all may be in my corner. I still remember those words over the years. I know little about these people, but I remember talking to them at this spiritual level, and I know that if I looked them up again, we would remember one another.

The girls I got to know taught me the simple elements of grace, faith, and waiting. They modeled the simple feminine graces to me, and the industriousness that comes with purpose. They were able to model this, because they had been around this before.
Some had this within themselves all their lives. Even if we never talked like we were best friends, they motivated me to live a better life when I was alone. It is easier to live life to please others, but it mattered what you did when you were alone also. From time to time, I still see them around, even if we don't have time to talk. You know that you know one another, and not much else is needed.

I had been to retreats before during grade school and high schools, and this one was just as wonderful, because to experience it at a much older age brought things to light more so than before. I miss those days, meeting the right crowd.

Today, as I venture about, I have to look over my shoulder each time. I can't find anyone really around here who cares to meet you. They model the wrong behaviors to everyone. They badmouth people to hold people back, and they think they are doing this, so they can "get ahead." They have the wrong kind of discipline, the kind that teaches bad behavior. It feels as if they have no conception of what this country is about. They act as if they need to burn people out at all times and at all places.

I wish there was a place for me to get away from them. I know this will be tough, because they try to follow me with this crazy frenzied existence that they inhabit within themselves. They are against others, nature, God, and incredibly, even themselves. These are the type of people who don't model good citizenship or even an American identity.

I can try to make excuses for them and say, well, maybe they are new here, but some have been here a long time.

When they say they believe in democracy, I tend to doubt it. They seem to behave as if they want a cynical, radical leftist state that hates anything "American" or resembles the "American" model. They call it "change," but I wonder if it is a true reform they are after, or everyone's money.

Money is essentially from God, if you trace it all the way back. We only benefit, because He is the ultimate treasurer. The storehouses seem to be depleted at all times here. They don't have a way to distribute it the correct way. In fact, even if there is a plan, there are abusers or blind implementations. The hand and the foot don't know what they're doing.

They decried the whole Carp situation. I even feel, perhaps we are being punished now, because of the mistake people made. They make the Carp the enemy, and they make other things the enemy instead of figuring out how we got here in the first place.

If we had a retreat for people to stop and resolve to do better, I wonder if it would work. These people are so head - strong and rebellious, however, in this game of burning the country out like a dynamite stick. They all seem to have this same mentality and disease. We have too many of them around in government and all areas.
The ones who deplete, and then in order to replace it, they steal from the people and others to put it back. I think this is what the energy today is all about.

Then there are those who are dressing or pretending to be different races to cause a rift between nationalities. This started happening more or less in the nineties. I think they wanted to say I was from other countries, a way to make it easier for others to stereotype and then attack me. The order of insults seems to be sequential: "m-f-----," "negra," "Snitch," "lesbiana," and then it's cyclical again, but the next time, it is as a different race. This sabotage seems to be conducted by the same people, because the behavior is always the same.

They have a definite lust for other people's time, resources, money, and when they are down, they raze the entire state, and the rest of the United States.

I wish I could escape this evil gauntlet. They are not what this country needs.

Thread: Storms in Note

Thread: Storms in Note

We survived storms last night that really were frightening to the people outside and to the cats inside. It would have been spectacular, had I witnessed it. I was other- wise engaged reading and writing online, when the worst of it landed. It set off alarms, and I had to figure out how to turn off the sound. The cats seemed to prefer the safe spot under beds, and they were actually clever in their choice.

I have been out in storms before as a student/commuter before, and in those days,I often would find myself without an umbrella. I would leave it on the train or lose it somewhere. They were always my favorite shades. So, it would leave me dejected.

I was pulling up some news on dignitaries around the world when the storm hit. Then I heard the sound. It seemed to remind me of the moment when the Scottish Clan lords challenged each other to battle, and one eventually won. Of course, I'm being humorous, but I was thinking of the series on television, "Highlander."

Today, it is wonderful and sunny. I prefer either state. I have no objection to nature's whims, but I do believe men and their trite activities are the subject of nature's fury. That theory is obviously unproven, but the timing of certain factors seems to come to play when nature roars her fatal gleaming and thunderous resonance around the world around us.

I stretched my body today and worked on morning household duties today. I did have time to make coffee, of course, but that is not the only reward. Feeling cleansed and purged, and the stretching that frees otherwise stiff limbs, is not a daily gift for many people. I enjoy the luxury of this when I can. I can hear myself and my body breathe as I move about. It feels like you are accomplishing something.

Writing seems to be freeing and engaging as well, but it is not like the act of walking. Da Vinci explored the benefits of walking, I believe, although I think he used sketches of the anatomy and called it alignment and such, referring to the body.
I still want to stretch now, and if it becomes a type of addiction, I would welcome that.

I made breakfast, and I think I was too full to finish it. I can have it later at lunch time. The benefits of having eggs outweighs skipping breakfast. I think skipping eggs (cholesterol) does do damage in the long run. One writer even detailed the deficiency as linked to feelings of depression, sadness, and suicide. When I make it for my friend, his mood improves immediately as well. There is gold in the egg. I like to think of it that way.


I think I might be able to read today. It seems I cannot always read, because a great number of chores seem to surface or other insane details invade that time.
I can't wait to read today. I may skip from book to book at first, but getting centered and focused on the activity itself will keep me away from the useless burning out of human energy, that seems so pervasive in the world today. I feel as if I should ask everyone if they are doubling on ritalin or speed these days. Or, they have never thought they can live lives apart from maintainance of any sort?!

Sigh...

I don't like to be insulting, but even at the home site, these people believe they are day labourers or are in a prison camp of sorts. These people must have had some retarding experiences in life in their past. I also think their bodies believe they are elsewhere.

Imagine that, being a workaholic at home?!

My friend had a visitor the other day who felt and acted like a janitor all day. Then he asked me to function like a maid. I confronted him and told him we were visiting at a friend's house. Why was he so chore - oriented? That really frazzled the poor devil. I couldn't believe he was Italian, as he said. Don't they know how to relax when they visit a friend? Also, the fact that he wanted to order my friend and me around was a sign something was wrong with him.

And, when they are choosing recreation, they expend even more energy. Then when they sit, they are working at employment sites. It must be so confusing to their bodies.

The utter thought of this disgusts me!

I think they don't know the boundaries between work and leisure. They also don't know when to work and when not to. Is this something that can be taught to these people? They are so retarded. I wonder how they function in life. When they visit, they are always hungry, and they eat everything in sight. Then that makes more chores for those they visit.

Anyway, true leisure activities do not get their claim to fame.

Today, I applaud them.

Thread: Hazy Areas

Thread: Hazy Areas of Life

Yesterday, a new friend and I were commenting on a few things that we are currently encountering, and she mentioned something that brought up other issues for me. These things have nothing to do with what she said, but they have me thinking this morning.
Conversation is supposed to do that, and I think that for the most part, we take that for granted.

We, either have to be told things, or reminded of them, but no one ever seems to comment on other people's comments or attains a sense of enlightenment from the process of engagement. If anything, plagiarism reigns, and that is approved of by the human species, but really no conversation beyond the texting or other -extings (officially coined here: 8:42 am 6/17/10)exists. It almost feels as if I have finally found a soulmate of sorts, and the ironic thing is that we have never met or exchanged any words before.

This morning, as I deliberate the morning's schedule over coffee, I am thinking about how I donned a t shirt on just as if it is the customary thing to do. It is so easy to find a t shirt and even put one on. I felt how uncomfortable it was to put one on, and I wondered why that was. It seems like a convenience, but I recall there was a time when I could not go out with a t shirt on. I would have to wear something more elaborate or expensive - looking. It would have to be dressy, like a frock, or a
maxi - style outfit. The pants, bloomers with tunics, and even the t shirts and denim came much later for me than other girls. I think I cringed everytime I had to put on pants for school. They felt so different. They made me feel like I was a boy.

Now, these feelings are back for some strange reason. Lately, I had been perusing books from the regency era, but I do not think this is the reason. Yesterday, a violinist was on tv with an orchestra behind him. They were all in extraordinary ball gowns, and I noticed later that it appeared normal to me. I wasn't surprised by how different it was. Even the scenes in "Corazon Salvaje" with the long, swishing gowns seemed more normal than t shirts, jeans, and even shorts. (Shorts are still such a major taboo for me..I still can't put them on in public.)

I wish I could explain these feelings that are now dawning over me in this way. I have been here for years, and I have seen these fashions time and time again, but why am I experiencing an inner revolt toward these fashions? Victoria's Secret actually made me smile by sending me an email of these adorable t shirts with the Cubs logo on them, and so I forwarded them to a sports writer. He thought they were adorable, too. That was a particular fashion, and I miss logo and designated brands, so that did resonate with me.

Even the drinking of the coffee brought out memories of being told not to drink coffee when I was younger. It was common among many people, except my set. We had even been asked not to drink it for so long, and they considered the reading of newspapers too worldly. It was almost as if this sense of isolationism from the rest of the world around us was to stay forever. I still smile when I have a typical male approach me and state that I am Arabic and even African. I wonder if I should have told him that some of us couldn't even drink coffee, even if the Arabic settled near to us. We couldn't look at liquor, even. It is easy for people to explain things away, but when you have had traditions that have existed for long periods of time, things are not that easily explained.

I broke the taboo with coffee in my thirties. I remember being able to taste it once around 18, and it seemed like sweet paradise. My mom didn't always want me to partake of chemicals within drinks. We even have abstained from alcohol for the most part, even after all these years. When I go to a place where alcohol or even other substances are served, my family responds in an awkward manner. I think they know we are in a different land, and everywhere there are things that we would have once considered taboo (& still do), but the fact that I may be exposed to something that may enter my system is still disturbing to them.

I wonder if they think it is the actual substance or the temptation of the substance.
I still have to resolve myself to it. I remember a party that I was invited to as a guest in a couple's house. The women made my acquaintaince and were all dressed in the finest fabrics and silk. They were what you would call Upper Social Class in that land, and they looked aghast at me, knowing I was from the States. They were demure and yet looked strangely as the liquor remained on the table in front of me.
It appeared to me that they had been requested to ask to serve it to me. They looked very uncomfortable and were looking for words to say.

Finally, the senior of the group spoke:

"Our husbands drink, but we do not, but if you do, we don't mind."

I smiled and the awkwardness almost departed, and a conversation ensued after I declared: "I don't drink also."

Then they all relaxed. I said that my family usually does not expect me to drink. It is also, because I am female. They answered the same, and said they cannot drink as females. I almost felt that they had notions that girls in the states drank and were much more advanced in that sort of way.

I did feel comfortable with them, almost as if they were going to accept me into their fold. The people who brought me to the party rushed me, however, because they were afraid I would be uncomfortable at the event, since liquor abounded. I told them not to worry, because in America, there are always parties or restaurants where there is always liquor. I choose not to drink.

Anyway, I felt as if I didn't scandalize anyone, especially, the women. I think they were waiting for me to be an "American" so they could talk about it days later.

Sigh..

So, today, I think about the long ordeal with the coffee, and I never really felt the taboo-ness of it altogether, but now I wonder what it might have been like if they had not allowed me to taste it. Would I still unconsciously abstain every time I passed a cafe or was offered a cup?

Today, as I drink coffee, I think of changes in life, some more monumental than others. I realize that I have a choice of a maxi or a pair of jeans in the event summer visitors from other lands see me. It is not such a choice of rebellion as it is one of comfort. Then I have to stop and ask myself:

Is it more theirs or mine?

I have to wonder.

Making Treats

Thread: Busy Treats!

This morning, I am trying the classic pause to make treats for someone's birthday.

This hasn't happened for quite a long while. I think that being at work all these years has kept me from some of these simple pleasures in life. I'm re - making the original recipes for the treats, and it is a brilliant experiment.

Then again! What in my life isn't an experiment?

People who used to know me used to call me the "mad scientist" when I was
in the kitchen making things.

Most of the time, things come out tasty and cooked.

I also created a marinade for a single piece of chicken. That looks like it will
turn out better than the treats.

More soon, dear chance moments..I hope.

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It feels almost as if it is a miracle.

Staying at home and not going to work...

Is this going to be a trend? We shall see.

I love writing, reading, listening to music, entertaining the cats, entertaining the idea that I can safely pass through the neighborhoods without being assaulted by de- ranged citizens, and countless other pursuits. Right now, I have to run upstairs in this lone mansion and unlock the doors for my friend so we can celebrate with treats and goodies. I hope he does like them. If he doesn't, I will just tell him, it was a domestic experiment.

Sigh...

Spelling

Or Thread: Just look at their spelling grades. At least, you'll know them by their
spelling. Whether it is correct or not is irrelevant. Always assume the worst!

On Saving Lives:

(So, MacGruber, do you think this dude knew how to spell?!)

M: It's okay. I got all the potential errors locked away in secret files.
They're like Jason Bournes. They do it differently every time.
Ok, that makes it way easier to decipher...
This guy is actually dyslexic.

You mean that's why they gave us this marvelous gift?
We don't have to do anything....?! What a life saver!


Twins:

We used to have fun with the following words when we were children.

Would you like dessert?
Would you like to see a desert?

Let's switch the words.

Would you like desert?
Would you like to see a dessert?

Let's spell dessert. desert
Let's spell desert. dessert

Would you like desert with your meal?

No, I only want something cool.


Would you like dessert with your meal?

No, I have heat stroke from having been in the desert.


Ok, class, let's spell desert. des+sert, d+e+s+e+r+t d+e+s+s+e+r+t
Pick one. It really doesn't matter.

Let's spell it backwards, then. lol

Ah, lottery company, you gave my million to some guy with my last name as first and my first name as last. You do know we are not the same person even if we live in the same building?!

Ah, doctor/nurse, did you mean to chop off the leg of that patient and not me?
You switched the names again, didn't you?

Or, did you spell the name wrong?
Ok, suggestion: should we use numbers instead of names?
As long, as you don't have dyslexia...

It's just a technical error. We don't really have to spell.
She's just blowing everything out of proportion.

What do you mean? Is she a s.b.?!

An s.b. what's that? (Are you swearing?)

I'm referring to the technical term, "b-----"
Are you Black? Spanish?
Oh, you Racist!
What I mean is, why don't you understand English?
Are you black? Are you Spanish?
A new immigrant?

Can't you tell between a regular American and a "s.b.?"

No...I don't know what you mean.

Whisper in their ear...you know...what they do when they..(blank!)

Uhm...MacGruber, no!!!!!!!!!!!! (if you're right..hope you're not!)
This is all so confusing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Don't tell me, you put the camera in # 304 instead of # 403!

Oh, oh, you're watching the wrong person, again! Mr papa-razzis!!!

Someone you know is dyslexic, maybe?

Unless they are playing jabberwocky with the English language again..?

Listen, children, let's start at the very beginning...

Dessert
desert
dessert
desert

desert
dessert
desert
dessert

It pays to learn at the near beginning. Then you don't have to
go back in time to do it all over again...

You mean...

Using Spell Check...?! I was only trying to..
I know.

Well, you can try learning it on your own and then let spell check be
a secondary feature, a safety measure, or something..don't be scared to make
mistakes. That's how you learn.

I have to start at the very beginning.

Good.

G o o d

Good.


Next Time:

Let's try this with very similar Spanish words! :)

Regular Spanish or slang

Sigh..it doesn't matter.

Let's just start at the beginning.

Again?!

Again.

Again I say again.


Sometimes, the internet does help us to pay attention to spelling.
I don't mean by using spell check features.

Here is one page:

http://www.spelldoctor.com/public/whyspellingmatters.php

Thread: Chance Readers By Any Chance..?

Thread: Chance Readers (if by any chance)

Since I am not all these people or the circumstances I write about, I suppose I have the luxury of being a bystander and reporter at large. If perchance you found not a single entry to read the other day, the day before yesterday, it was because there was a technical reason at this site. I had wanted to write that morning.

Most mornings are fraught with inconsequential details, but I still like to dwell on them for certain reasons. This is why this blog exists..to discuss those details.

Traditionally, I like to have a kind of a start to the morning. Even the hustle and the bustle and the hither and dither of everything colliding seems to suffice at times. The coffee percolating, the dishes needing to be rearranged, the frantic footsteps of everyone trying to leave the house all at once when late, and other little things, that if they didn't exist, things would seem bland.

I like having my coffee at hand to ruminate on all these chance moments and more.

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I got the traditional "where?" that high - pitched squeamish voice and that gulp accompanied by it on Monday. I failed to mention that on the last entry.

I have wondered why these people need to know where. Haven't they met people in professions that take them to a multitude of dwellings and institutions? If they are all confined to a cubicle and even behind a counter 24/7, I can understand. Even when I worked in classrooms, we had the facility of moving to and fro. We didn't have to remain behind a desk or in a single room. In fact, the descriptions usually involve going to different rooms, up and down flights of stairs during the day, and even during the lunch hour. Sometimes, it necessitated meeting with other people. You never had to stay in a building in a stagnant or vegetative way at all. Then there was always a teeming storm at all times right in front of you, brain activity of all sorts, inside and outside the rooms at all times.

After high school was out, I remember working all through snack period, walking back and forth, not eating until after 5pm. Most of my friends were home by 3pm, watching tv, going shopping and the like. I worked all through high school this way. I never had to explain the where of anything. I perfected the art of delayed gratification every day during my teens.

Now, I am reaping some of the benefits. I can actually relax and not work like I did for all my childhood. Democrats tend to resent this for some reason. They call it walking around or something.

Today, if you are not in a particular building, they assume you are lying about your chosen profession. I suppose society conditions people to think in this way.

I even tutor on occasion. I still get the where. Perhaps, it is just the "easy come, easy go" mentality that people hold in this state. They don't equate a person to a person, but an occupation or money to a person's identity. I consider a profession a type of calling, and if they are only in it for money, there is something cheap about that. My job is actually to place them in society in all sorts of professions and to make all types of income. My job doesn't require the backbiting and the sabotage involved that seems to make the world turn these days.

(And they still try to sabotage you. Go figure the state of the economy..)

Of course, I answer "everywhere" like I usually do. Usually, I have to do that anyway. Life is a grouping of lessons that take place all over the place. You learn from others, and others teach you at all times. It is a stimulating world, if one looks at it right.

Too bad, there's a bunch of chore - mongers all over the place, scheming to figure out where you are at all times, just so they can take it all away. I especially consider it cheap that they even try to steal my students from me. Like they view students as money instead of real live human beings with learning needs. How cheap can these illegals be? I can see why they are never really Americans.

In my line of work, you are always working, even when you are not in any one building.

(No, people, you don't need to check to see if I have papers..)

Democrats!

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Living Life

I accomplished a great deal setting up and then taking down furniture for summer cleaning yesterday. I'm still not done. I think I have to re - do certain things at my friend's and also my place. Summer is a time for all this rearranging. I wonder which illegal - minded groups are going to notice my presence doing all my summer work and call me lazy next? They even look in your windows to see if you are sleeping. Maybe there should be an unwritten rule in the INS contracts?

No work-horses or chore hounds, just good solid professionals with a sense of balance in life? Work is not your identity, after all. It's something that you do. I can tell they have a lot of time on their hands, watching me. I find that a lot of illegal immigrants today are actually actual residents acting this way. Can we send them off to a cruise just to get a break this summer? Any millionaires out there willing to ship them off to Alcatraz?

I can't wait to write about them.

Thread: Waiting to Write and Read

Thread: Waiting to Write and Read

It was interesting that once again, although I'm sure it was purely coincidental, I was interrupted by a doorbell, but something more..blogger was down for some time.
This has happened before, and usually right after I have told someone about the blog.

I wonder why the coincidence should even matter to me.

For some reason, I am always interrupted at around 9am to 10am, and I am unable to write. Is there some bus driver version of me who doesn't get home until 5pm or after? lol..

Ok, so what's the point talking about the morning now that it is only 5:30pm.
It's not like I was at the dentist or anything. Just plain and simple coffee, interacting with the cats, boring routine, but exciting to me, nonetheless.
I almost thought I could write multiple entries on other blogs and then repost here and say something about that. I didn't, however, and so I will have to check in with you at another point.

I did manage to do some urgent errands. I consider them urgent, even if no one else does.

I went to get my mail, and someone opened the door for me right after they saw me take the keys out. Why do they do that? They open it right then. I also wanted to wait it out and not have interaction with him as he was on his cell. I hate having to say something to the person, because the receiver carries the voice to the listener. The listener most likely is female. Then I always hear the noisy question:
"Who was that?!" Like they assume by hearing your voice, their person is with you.
I had even waited minutes for him to leave the lobby, but he loitered talking incessantly for minutes. My whole purpose in waiting there was to ascertain that I could manuever my key into the lock. He interfered with me finding out.

Why is that when you are waiting for hours or locked out, or if you can't find your keys, there is absolutely no one around?! But when you have the key, everyone is ready to open the door for me. Then he was looking at my hand and keys and fingers for some reason. Why should he be so focused on me when he is on that phone call.
Then I had to fumble around at the mail box to see if he would leave the lobby so I wouldn't have to get in the elevator with him. For some reason, I feel that they want me to hear the phone conversation. Mostly, I don't. It is so utterly noisy for my comfort. I notice that with this person... it seems to be a pattern. He never talks to me, but he has to be within my vicinity on a phone and has to look at me. Strange, but I don't even know him except for having seen him for about 5 times in the building. I believe he is married. People sure exhibit funny behavior at times.
This is when I am not even looking to speak to or engage in any conversation.

Then the classic phrase echoed in his words, the rest being in a foreign (African?) language that I didn't recognize or even know, for that matter:

"...she doesn't need anything..." I have seen many people articulate this same phrase around me when I am up and about. It is probably not about me, but I hear the phrase so often, I wonder if all the random catch-phrases are always the same around me.

Other than that, nothing ordinary, commonplace, or boring happened to me today.

Sigh..

June Notes

Thread: June Notes

As I was going to start typing my blog this morning, I got a phone call.
Then there was a doorbell pause..and what isn't different about today?

I think that chance moments involve pausing for phone calls and doorbell stops.
Then the old addage of the phone ringing when you are in the bathtub holds true also.
I still remember the image of an ad where a woman is aggravated as a phone next to her starts to ring, just when she is about to enjoy a bubble bath..

Some things are so predictable. Who needs a psychic?

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Today, I read something that reminded me of a poem. The words were different, but it was the same skeletal outline of something else I had seen. So what I saw today had changed the details and content, but it was the stolen encasing of something I had seen on the internet years ago. I think that if it is not resonance or a repeating train of thought, or even just pure coincidence, exact words are coming back to haunt me but on some other pages. I wonder what this is called. Haunting by passages?
Or is that my babies are visiting me again?

Right now, I heard the virtual opening of the theme song from "The Edge of Night" in the few seconds of a commercial. I heard the same opening in a soap from Brazil as I was flipping channels. When it is auditory/visual or when it is only visual print, why I am recognizing these parallels?

I refrain from calling it a kind of plagiarism, because this does exist in art. In fashion also, when designers are inspired by other designeres, or song writers write someone's else's song and say it is theirs. When is it time to draw the line? When is it time not to ? It is strange to note these items on a day when I am being interrupted by all things.

Today, I have food again that is spilling over from the foods I have already eaten.
On a day when I haven't shopped yet, there is nothing. Why is it a feast or famine motif, when I don't believe in that? I am rather trivial about things like that, being prepared and organized. Then we are in overabundance again.

Why complain?

The cats are able to sleep today and (yesterday) inspite of visitors.
The visits are timed, too, instead of random or visits of interest.
That, too, is eerie.

Morning Breather

Thread: Morning Breather!

Whenever I start typing here, especially here in the morning, I have someone ring the doorbell or try to chat with me. It is a new pattern I detect. I think they are
trying to make it look like they are slowing me down, or they need to be engaged in the typing arts at the same time as me. So, I have to leave to see why they ring the bell mercilessly two to three times, and then when I look, there is no one there.
Maybe they need to chat with someone, and it interferes if I am on too early?!

So, I'll be right back. I wonder why there is no variety to this pattern. It seems to be a neighbor from upstairs possibly, or a visiting friend of theirs. No one ever stops to see or talk to me. I am going to try to find out who it is. I just heard a loud door thud in the basement area also. They act as if they are taking care of someone or something without the rest of the village knowing about it. Strange behavior!

Some people in this area have these devices that modulate the voice, and they call and ask where people are...like they pretend to be a mom or dad and ask where you are...

I wonder if it is a gang, thugs, or free loaders, or all of the above. They really like to know if one is home, though, that much is sure. That's how they must work the neighborhood. I hate it when they take groceries. It is such primate - like behavior.

Monday: Day of Wonders

Thread: Monday --- Day of Wonders

I have listened to the morning gripe sessions at work places. Over time, one begins to form an opinion on the matter. I think that Mondays are actually over-looked, because people would just as soon forget that they even existed.

I have heard the students' versions of Mondays. These have been interesting in that it is actually funny to hear how they had a boring weekend, or that they had an excellent weekend. These students' eyes are always elated, and you can actually experience the moments that you discuss with them. If you take a moment even to let them share the experience, it becomes one that we can all share. I still remember the day after the Bears lost that one year like it is fresh in my head. Finding someone's else's perspective on the weekend is what usually makes my Mondays interesting. Then, you can either add to it or refrain from adding one that you feel is relevant.

Hearing the adult's version of Monday is not always as interesting. I dread going to work places where people are moaning and groaning about being there. I know it is just a gripe session, but it matters at what point you run into the people also.
Sometimes, too early in the day, is not a happy time at all for anyone involved.

I remember a "young - adult" person's view of a Monday. She used to make it fun for us to experience Mondays. This was during school and during breaks. She was like a
"Polly Anna" or a "Pippi." She was just that adorable. She even had this fool-proof system about extending our break time last without stressing out our bosses, as one was especially nit-picky at the time. We followed her moods for a while, because she was always up-beat. She and I got along just fine!!! When she was down, we were all devastated and hoped that she would cheer up soon. I also thought her last name sounded like Speed Racer's kid brother. He was always a little bundle of cute and adorable joy at all times. Fun to be around!!!

I think the employee forms an opinion about the work - experience over a period of time. Mostly, it depends on the baggage they are carrying into the work place from outside. These people have circumstances that are beyond their control that they are handling. They need supportive adults at work during their crisis. When it comes to people who don't have outside problems and they come to work simply to follow the motions, or they just don't care about work, you can really tell. I remember one work place provided an emergency number to help employees outside of work.

I have been fortunate to have job situations that were managable at a very young age.
I have seen adults function as managers that could take an undue amount of stress. I have found to emulate these people is the best course of action. Later, I found that outsiders would cause trouble for the company and the staff by walking in and creating rifts and playing games of sabotage. I noticed it mainly in the period of the 90s. The city was going through transitions, and there was a heavy amount of displacement. Since I had been previously unemployed, I handled the problem. Some of the people seemed to resent those of us who were going to and fro from work. At the time, because I had just graduated from school and had taken up jobs to support myself, I had kept so busy, that I didn't understand the adult schema of job loss and displacement yet. Boy, are they worse than a bunch of angry bears!!!

I have been at jobs where I rarely run into employers. At one summer job, I ran into one who was so gross to everyone, that I couldn't even stay there. It was my first job ever, and I couldn't even journal about it, because he was such a crass and stupid person, so demeaning, that you can't even talk about it, even in a journal!!! Don't they know a girl's first job is a highlight of her life?! He was a sick person. I hope I never ever run into him again!

I stayed away from unpleasant people, usually by keeping busy and focusing on work. Over the years, I began to notice some people started following me and stalking me to various work places and back. They tried to get me fired through various measures. They were strange people. All in all, I have worked since I was a teenager, so I have had a lot of work experience here to be able to talk about it and get it out of my system. Making your own money and being financially responsible for myself was a great feat for me. I am glad I did it, no matter what people in this state did to sabotage me. I feel sorry for people in this state, because such mediocre individuals of this behavior/set exist.

Usually, Mondays were days for me to look forward to, and it was a brand, new and fresh week to do things. These people were the worst examples of what a Monday should be for someone just getting started in the work force. Mondays were now days to dread. What if these lousy people were just around the corner? It was such a harassing world and culture in the 90s.

And now, it has returned, yet again!

Today, however, I haven't as of yet, engaged with one of these foilers of Mondays. I love Mondays if they're not around or if I haven't seen them. I also haven't felt the heebie - jeebies of them being around me asking for a quarter or fifty cents yet.
So, that feels really good!!! lol... I look at their nice clothes and shoes and wonder why they need change at all times.

(OBAMA brought change, right?!)

I still wonder why they still want change.

There must still be something missing in the system, yet again. People don't ask for something that they are missing, if something is not missing within the greater system.

What could this be?!

I have never been a political person, nor played games of sabotage. Most of my life, I have kept to myself, worked hard and kept busy. Do people think it that necessary to interfere with another's life and job pursuits?

What are they missing today?

I know I miss my Mondays, the way they used to be.

They were awesome!!!

Without all "these" people around!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I still have my fond memories of work to remember and motivate me.

I guess these people don't have that.

That is what must be missing.

I still will love my Mondays!

Weekends

Thread: Weekends

I don't like to write on weekends. I feel as if weekends are for resting.
Then I am aware that writing is sometimes like resting and enjoying leisure time.
The only difference is that you are focusing on something and writing. So, this actually feels fun to write. I had missed typing on the keyboard. I had the hand - written journals, but I did miss typing. You do it so much in school, that it becomes a part of your life. Typing for papers, typing to send emails, typing to replies of emails, typing to get job interviews, and typing to say thank you...all the typing that I missed doing for several years going to work at my non-school related work sites. Going back to school was nostalgic also. Finally, here I am typing for fun and to be carefree. I had never typed when it was non-work or non-school related. So, this is leisurely. I can even remember where the keys are without looking. That is scary about the mind! It keeps all that typing action within your brain, and when you come back to it, it is like second nature.

I wonder if I should be creating lesson plans, exams, and tests for the future, because I miss that whole experience...lol...

I hope I don't wax that nostalgic. Sigh...


How are things in general?


I hear people ask me. I do have a lot to say, although they would not have the time to listen to what I really want to say. I would have to write an essay. I miss writing essays also. I love being able to organize thoughts and then figure out how to place them together within the context of paragraphs. I love the mystery in figuring out the sources and documenting the sources. It should have been a chore, but I found it fun and educational. I felt free to express my thoughts in writing. School didn't seem a chore to me like it did to people who wanted to go outside all the time, careening on the edge of everything. I didn't want to live that dangerously.

I found the danger and intrigue within textbooks along with the didactic advice of solid authors. Why would I want to visit a path of self-destruction like everyone else? So, I am tempted to answer people. Nothing is new. Life is boring, carefree, and simple without your exciting life of danger and getting ahead. Then I feel badly. I don't want to gloat!

I am trying to do new things with my writing. I tried to figure out Wikipedia the other day. I had edited an article on a word once long ago, but I had never written an article for them myself. They kept the article on for about a week, because they wanted something that wasn't a plot summary or notable, or some wiki jargon they employ whenever we are off the technical aspects in terms of the computerized world.
I looked at a similar author on the series we were writing about. It was word for word off the book jacket cover from the original hard cover text book. They kept that, although they are seeking editing advice for it over a year. I am only happy that it is on the web, however, plagiarized it sounds. It is history, and I didn't want it lost. The problem is that they want such historical background to a series that wasn't the original text, and you have to strike a balance between presenting it in a scholarly way and not still not be talking about the original author's work.
I think the editors of the Wiki site missed this, because they are too young to remember the abridged version(s) and are waiting for material on the original text.
I don't know how to reach someone there to explain to them that this is tricky (on a wiki) to write in a scholarly way about the text. I could rewrite it concentrating on the Condensed series themselves, the time period, the period that brought all that phenomenal writing into our daily inboxes. I would then have to include myself as a primary source. Would the 2000s be ready for something like this?

Probably not...but I will hold on to my piece in the event I ever want to write on the original novel and not the condensed series version of the novel.

Sigh...

Even writing can be a losing game, depending on the mindset of a current generation so lost in the world of the computer. I can't complain, however, because here I am using it also...lol.

It is probably like an initiation into this world, having us all be here in front of these computers. It is not a baptism or a secret ritual but some sort of commonality that we all have to participate in to belong to a greater world outside of ourselves.

How connected am I feeling so far?

Not very...although, I found two someones on social chat that actually do want to chat and connect on related matter. Pretty soon, one by one, we'll be talking, and that's when they will take this away from us soon.

If I had known Rod Serling, I would have given him a lot of ideas for his programs.


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Threads to Last

Thread: Morning News

No news is good news.

In my opinion, you need everyone's news to determine
the outcome of the day, or the outcome of world-wide agendas out there.

lol...

I started out today with a stronger cup of coffee than usual.
enough on that...I guess...

They must have adjusted television times again, or I am that forgetful.
The shows that were on at 11am are now on at noon and past noon.
So, I have to watch the noon shows as well as the pre-noon shows
simultaneously. Sometimes, I miss the announcement on the format changes
altogether. I guess they think I don't have enough confusion in my morning
already...

I like blogging, however, because it is more of an organized pursuit. I can
give the day an overview and mentally organize the day, if not the week.
I think I am supposed to have followers, people who read me, or so is the
on-going trend. I guess I will look into that sometime?!

I am addicted to the idea of S'mores this week.
I must have wished for chocolate. I
have the worst craving for them.
OR! it must be from a commercial...

I want to eat them, but I suppose after something a little bit more nutritious.
I hope I find something.

I haven't gone grocery shopping for about a year, except for once.
I think I can get past the gauntlet of thieves at some point and go in peace
one of these days.

Sigh...

Catalogs work best during these hard times.
If only I could trust the post and the computers...
in case, the hackers are online watching, too?!

Double sigh...

Isn't technology supposed to help the consumer instead of help the thieves from consuming you?!

Something is dreadfully wrong, here?!

I feel like Shakespeare on that whole Denmark quip.


I like lazy days, full of menial chores, something with a little bit of routine
and regularity to look forward to, when life does get confusing. I think you can get work done and think when you are doing work. It is a form of disengagement from the mess in life.

I wonder how people who "sprint" from place to place get their mental work done. I wonder what I used to do when I was a work-a-holic.

I think perhaps, I had a system. I want to remember all of it!!!!!!!!

Sigh...

Jon & Jenny

Dear Tuesday:


I was tired of using the "Dear John" & "Dear Mary" motif, so here's a new one.
This will be an atheist couple pretending to be Fundamentalist.

Well, so much for my story...not much to tell...

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PROFILE:

CREDIT CARDS:

They don't like them.


BANKS:

They don't like them.
But they pretend to like them to fit in.


SOCIETY:

They over-socialize and buy drinks for all the alcoholics
in town with stolen money. (from years before or now)
Then I forget, they either turn against society or against the rich, because they
still have money, but they don't.


MATERIAL THINGS:

They have to have them. No question about it, even when broke.
This shows class and status even when they have nothing to eat.


ASIANS:

Jon and Jenny date Asians or marry them.
That's how they get time off from one another.


They're done with the Whites, Arabians...no money there...

Sigh...

Is my story believable?!
Credible?
Crazy?!

Theme Song: "Against the Wind"
"Our House" ???


I can't get interested in this couple. What's the matter with me?!
Another one to scrap, I guess.

NEXT TIME: ENTER THE ATHEISTS who think JON&JEN are religious nitwits...pardon me,
nuts! (Inspired by this Fundamentalist Atheist guy on the internet, Knowles or something...)& they have to find a Fundamentalist baby sitter to push their kids upon, so they can be full-time "Robbin' Hoods!"

Mornings: Glory and Dawning of...

Good morning to the morning!

Here, it arrives fresh as dew and fresh as the breeze.
The poets rejoice that it is new each day and gives us magnificient
memories of yester - year. I am sure they are not wrong.

Today, I drank old coffee (well, the batch) and new coffee. (new brand)
I am not used to the new brand yet, but I am sure I'll like it in time.
Some things just grow on you.

The cat was strategizing how to get onto my lap and now has finally succeeded.
Sigh...I believe he thinks the computer is a television. That's when he sits on laps, when humans are viewing tv, and are actually seated.

I am listening to Laura Pausini again. I listened to her over the weekend and also to some piano solos. I viewed a program about Venezuela's educational system's outreach into the community with music and artists. I believe it is a magnificient idea.

Laura Pausini is in a CD I bought in the 90s. She was chosen to sing a song for a movie that had come out, based on Nicholas Sparks' novel, Message in a Bottle. She has a lovely voice, and as my friend would acknowledge, that one can feel that she is singing from deep within. I used to listen to her music in the 90s. Then, today I realized how much I missed listening to her and people from the past.

Today, she seems brand new again. Like I'm listening to her again for the first time.
Some singers are like this. I was listening to a a duet with Laura and James Blunt.
He seemed very new also. There was something magical about that piece. I sent it to a new friend. She put it on a page of fans of Laura's on media sites. I came across it by chance when I wasn't looking. I gather there are countless fans of hers across the world, people who don't know her personally, people who don't know each other, save for the fact that we all like her music.

She transcends boundaries. I like people like that. I gravitate toward music, art, and culture like that. I can't worry about them saying, "you don't fit in here...," or question you for what you like or who you like. I like singers like her and James, because they adore the multi-lingual features of life. I think you can learn a lot from them singing in other languages, even if you don't know the languages.

If I drove, I would listen to her in the car also. I am sure. I haven't bought new CDs for a while since the 90s. I have been forced to do other errands and forced to spend money on other things based on necessity. So many hackers exist, and you don't feel like buying things on the internet anymore. It's sad that people can't invest in art anymore or the like, because you have to be wary about hackers.

Singers sing stories, ballads, life themes, ups and downs in life and in the world. They handle politics and culture. Singers know the world, connect with the world, and they really know people empathethically. If they don't do these things before singing, they will automatically have to, because of travel, outreach and all the other things they have to invest in to reach the public.

I still remember record stores from the past. They are a few around, and all people come and go. I once bought a second - hand CD from a Norwegian artist. It was breath-taking listening to her trying to capture the nuances of her particular homeland, all the interactions people have seen over the years, the language influx, the legends and lores, and even the way poetry fuses everyone into unison. I gave the CD to someone of Norwegian background, well at least he said he was at the time.
Artists must have a muse, otherwise, how can so much go on like this without inspiration from the divine?

I tried to post an article on a topic that didn't exist on the internet. Using the mechanism was challenging. I tried to work with what was given to me. I believe they implemented changes into the setup, because there was a brief blurb up on the top that specified the changes. Since I hadn't actually used the original set-up, I am not entirely sure about how I feel about the new and latest model. Once in the 90s, I edited an entry, because they give you the space to do so. Then someone edited me, and I felt that the entry came out perfectly, then. I am waiting for someone to edit this entry, so it won't vanish into the blogosphere...sigh...

I want to write more today, as it has been sitting on my heart. This use of the pen is a luxury, and I am feeling guilty about it at any rate. I feel a pull toward the writing, and then the quiet twinge of sadness as ideas have to be born and depart from the original source, "you." It is a quiet feeling of desolation. Like birthing something or flowering, only to know that once it is out there, it won't ever be new or original like before. Until someone finds it for the first time, again!

Then a new on-going cycle!

Sigh...

Bye dear, sweet thoughts as I send you into the everywhere...take care, because
I will still think upon you every once in a great while.

(Now on to listen to "La Pausini." What a grand musician!!!!!!!!!!!!)

DICK AND JANE Cavemen

This is not intended for any Dicks or Janes we all know today.
I wanted to use other names, but they were all longer than one syllable.

What's a syllable, Mommy?!



See Dick sit.
See Jane sit.

See Dick stand.
See Jane stand.

See Dick ass(ault.)
See Jane ass(ault.)

See Dick steal.
See Jane steal.

...
...
...
...

???

I hope that one day, we can all speak using more than three words again.
Sigh...

See Dick attack someone.
See Jane attack someone.

How about that?
Too much to type on your chat and text interface?!
Sigh...saves me work, having to explain it.

See Dicklookfor whores.
See Janesetup whores.

How about that? Say it all fast, scrunch the words up fast like that?!

I got all of that in three words.
That's how the new humans talk anyway.
So, I got all the words in that time!

AH-Hah!

...
...
...
...

They don't need to talk.
They don't need to enunciate the words.
So, now I fit in!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lucky me!!!

...
...
...

I fit in.
I fit in.
I fit in.
I fit in.

Does that fit?
In your brain?
Ok...ok...ok...


Me no English (oops, have to slur the word English)
...

Me no mon(ey) (hope they will ask someone else?!) (did i fit it in their brain?)

Me no Eng(lish) (English: (sigh!) two syllables...

...

Me no job...

...

Me no money...
aside:(please) ask someone else.


Dick is BROKE!
JANE IS broke.

Dick is sad.
Jane is sad.


This is sad.
It is sad.

Me not ho.
Me not ho.
I know u sad.


Me have school
Me speak Eng(lish)
U-no me ask sex
ok ok ok

You in gang?
You no school?
You ask sex?
You no talk?
You no mon(ey?)

...
...
...


Need English teach(er)?
I can help.
I can help.
I can help.

I can teach.
I can teach.
I can teach.

Library
Library
Library

Three syllables...whew!

I got it in that time!


thug
thug
thug

Don't jump me.
Don't jump me.
Don't jump me.

Me no rob.
Me no rob.
Me no rob.

Me work long.
Me work long.
Me work long.

thug
thug thug
thug

no jump folk
no jump folk
no jump folk

o kaaa y
o kaa y
o k ay?

I mean it.

Women's Murder Club

I was wondering why they pulled that show...
Angie Harmon, as a featured actress, was all over the
place at the time also. I think that scene with a couple
of the characters might have been difficult to play out
as it was written.

The good thing about television is that writers have a
type of license. They can keep characters alive when
the plot might have turned out differently in print.

I think this is also true, no matter what program, and no matter
where they air the show. Right now, the fans of "Torchwood" are
trying to figure out what happened to the series. There was a lot
of time and interest invested into it being aired. Then nothing!

"Life on Mars" suffered a similar fate. I was getting into the
American version, and now, I have to watch the UK version.
(No complaints, mind you, in case they pull it, too?
At least, I can get one version. In other cases, we have to do
without both.

Viewers have a type of clout, but sometimes some groups (factors?) have
more precedence than others.

They say everything must come to an end, but how literal do they all want to be
anyway? Tugging at our heartstrings and then saying, "We can't air your shows
anymore." Everyone must be pregnant, including the men, or something?!
Maternity Leave...

No discrimination or anything, but couldn't they hire some singles for the nine months or people whose kids have already flown the coop to write in the meantime?

The actors and writers would then still be able to keep the jobs until the couples found grandmas, babysitters, nannies?

Well, I am thinking about the younger crowd who is watching all the shows...someone has to think about them when all the girls and guys are playing out Romeo and Juliet in the public sphere. This Love Daze can't interfere with television programming, can it? Sigh... It used to be shows that I never watched, but now it is shows that die before they even appear...Yikes!

Anyway, they did give us Castle at least, until they bring back Patterson for tv?
He's probably on another island or time zone being aired...
What's the matter?
No one home during Prime Time anymore...?
With all the unemployment and downcast economy?

Can we hire some aliens to do this job?

Keep programming alive?!

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Proposed Solution:Today, I listened to programs.

I miss just listening to the dialogue.

Maybe we can have people just give us audio from their living rooms?
Like in the days of Radio...
and they can pretend the screaming lungs in the background is just...
static in the attic?!

Wednesday: Days Like These...

Wednesday: Days Like These


Today, I remember a phrase that has been running through my brain.
Actually, it was this from a t-shirt from the past.

"Mom said there would be days like this!"

Except for, "Nursing is my bag," this one was a favorite during that time.

I was too little to figure out all the complexities of life, but the t-shirt that
was fitted for me had the following illustrations.

(in bold neon pink, yellow, green colors)

A yelping electrocuted cat with its hair on end, screaming bloody murder
tripping over a live hot wire of an extremely sizzling
iron that is about to fall onto the floor
an equally upset baby with his mouth wider than its body
a pot on the stove boiling over with some unknown food substances (noodles? gruel?)
a blaring telephone ringing with the loud-ness drawn and represented with
electric rays surrounding it
the person in the photo, a mother going insane,
pulling at her scarf & hair,
trying to flick off sweat,
screaming kids running all around
and other livid details I probably did not notice being too young
to experience the future...Maybe I escaped this?
I wonder... maybe in some contexts...

I used to remember looking at the illustration several times during the week
even when the shirt was not being worn. That era was for t-shirt lovers,
iron-on people, and people who loved flowers, hearts, and neon-blaring items.

It was like looking at a story. I thought that the author (artist) was ingenious.
The raised illustration and its texture felt strange and wonderful also.

I still wonder if I was supposed to grow up like that, facing domestic terrorism.

One day, I found a free iron - on from a magazine and laughed gleefully about it
and how iron-ons used to abound...everywhere!!!


How To...

I gravitate toward advice and suggestion - oriented sites. I love witty writers and house-hold tips and dos and donts. I think maybe I am trying to prevent living a
harried life to some extent. I remember being old, knowing all the problems of the
"older" people around me. I don't remember having the problems of a child.

I think I never even fell off a bike.
Found a friend to jump rope with...
Found a favorite barbie doll
Played outside with kids
Had fun like a child

I was always being a host and helping out everywhere.
Now, I am having fun by myself and with the cats.

I like this, but I wonder if this is like a second chance for me
to live like I should have...if there is some amount of fairness...
to come full-circle, somehow...

I don't want to be like a child, really, but it is coming to this, in some ways.

Before "you have days like this" one should find "days not like this" in order
to have a comparison.

I think no one ever understands this...about a girl...or a woman...
I think they want to give you the works, but not the play-time.

I am wondering about this...now.

I even began working before any of these other adults I know today.
I wonder if they know that...wondering where all the money came from...

SIGH!

Democrats!

Breathing Spaces

Tuesday: Breathing Room

Today is a day to play, and it is a day to stay away.

I ventured yesterday, and wondered if it was a kind of a miracle. No one
tormented me, and no one mocked me.

I wonder if they finally figured out that they are how they treat people.
Their state, their place, their time, their purpose...why get poetic?

I would like to greet people, but it feels like a crime.

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Today, the cats were solemn and grateful.
Last night, they were sad that I went out, but happy when I returned.
They always look like they just lost their best friend.
I feel for them.

Today, I chatted with someone new, a new friend. We talked about pen pals.
I have missed talking to people in faraway places. I think it is fascinating
to write and for people to write back. I think I want to try to do that
through snail mail also.

If there are trustworthy people who are still people, it can work!
People will talk, write, and get along.

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Poetry Month is now almost over. I wonder if I should have written more poetry.
I like waiting for inspiration to strike. Sometimes, it is a while. I am so entranced
by prose these days! Sigh...

I like the poetry of life and the poetry/magic of things, so that counts as well.

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I am listening to new music (& old) again, so I guess I am re-awakening again.
I feel like that spring and summer have to awaken dead things, somehow, like a subtle
resurrection. The people's spirits around me are always dead. Sabotage, lies, and meddling are all like dead activities. I wonder how they can have any excitement living like that?

Even simple and boring things count when you are around anarchical things all around.
What a relief!
Yay!
No meddling at least one solitary day!
Yay!

Americans can be so trying sometimes....

Chores!

Monday: Chores Thread!

I don't particularly like chores. Monday, for some odd particular reason, attracts
chores. The other odd thing is that they're all there at the same time, no matter
what you do to head them off.

I blame it on this "we the people" system. If "we the people" are crooks, that is.

I was laughing about the term, "chore" this past week.

I had learned it in another setting and in another language once.

The kids all knew the term. The term "chor" in that language meant
"thief." So, chores, although important to life and scheduling, they still
occupy time, time that could be spent doing something else. I also learned
"chor" in another place and in another context and that "chor" meant
something that has to do with blood.

So I was forming puns on this also. Chores bleed you dry.
This is how I feel about "we the people" in this neighborhood.

They steal from you, draw blood from you, waste your time, and keep you
from accomplishing things. They try to intimidate you so you won't accomplish
basic things, like obtain basic necessities for your life. If you happen to acquire them, then they steal those also. So, more time is wasted by chores, and you have
to buy basic necessities over and over again.

I have had a lifetime of dealing with chores, believe me.

Then another odd thing, the businesses suffer, because people have departed from
visiting them, because there is no one around to circulate the cash that this society needs, because of the chores. Then they get mad, because money is sitting
in your account, and you haven't spent it because of the chores. The money
makes you look rich for some reason, when all it is simply an accumulation of all
the time and trouble chores have wasted.

When I walk by "we the people," they say, "She's got money coming out of her ass."
Or, "spread that money around..." when all along, it is they who are thwarting me from spending it. Ten years ago, I went from a size 12 to a size zero, because of chores creating chores and other types of havoc in my life. I was starving because of them, even though they were telling everyone I was selfish and a "rich bitch."

This time around, I had dropped from a size 10 to a size five. I got ill and suffer diseases. Then the same people have the audacity to ask me for money or even a quarter.

I don't understand why "we the people" eat steak dinners every night off of other people's money, wasted times and life, and then they call the so-called other parties the "rich bitches." (Republicans, Independents...we are usually busy at work, skipping meals and even coffee to get to work on time, working throughout lunch break and skipping lunch, dodging lies from "we the people" just to keep our day jobs. Some of us having to moonlight to take care of expenses, because of we the people who have a lot of time to be "chores."

Then "we the people" tell everyone it is the people in the skyscrapers coming down to steal everyone's money. Maybe, some do, who knows?

We the people have a government, supposedly, that tells them what to do if the "rich" leaders get out of hand. Why don't they exercise their rights instead of stealing and wasting the time of ordinary citizens like me or my family?
If anyone looks at my earnings, it is proof of what we the people have been up to lately. If I have any money at all anymore, it is for bills. That's about it, because we the people are always around to steal...lot of time on their hands, keeping employed people from going to work and stealing families' hard-earned cash.

So, I wonder what country we the people are from...right here?! I wonder. If our democratic system is we the people, why do they isolate me and the big guys in the scrapers to say we have all the money. They put everyone in office and fashioned their agencies and organized their democratic agencies, and blame me for having extra money, because I have been starving for thirty years, only paying extra bills on top of extra bills that "we the people" have incurred.

Today, I have to run around to pay bills that were supposed to be paid already. We the people have such a system that you have to do one little measly errand countless times. When I go, there are already cars positioned on the street, waiting to deplete more valuable resources from the particular street's residents.

We the people, I don't think the rich are the ones to blame.
When you ask me for handouts and fifty cents on the street, I wonder why I even have the ability to give it to you.

But then I think about the past thirty years of being chased around, harassed, and the time and money wasted over you, I remember we have a democratic system, and I can
say still say no to chores.

"We the people", liars and thieves!

Hey, "we the people," next time you pick on honest people to make a buck, remember, the we in all of your games.

Every one suffers.

You make more money than those of us in middle or single-life style brackets, you get free rides for your lifestyles and kids, you eat everything and everyone in sight with your greedy and hungry ways.

I think maybe someone should give you "we the people" a wake - up call.

Stop making extra chores for people!

Stop sending "chores" to ask me for money and trying to bleed us dry also.

This means you, "we the people!!!"


You are the ones costing every one time and money. When costs rise, it is due to your slovenly ways and behavior, not only because of some crooks in some supposed tower.

Maybe stop the binge - eating and drinking, steak dinners, and stop keeping the Middle Class from doing their part to function in society. Stop calling the cops
on us and saying lies about us also!


"We the people," you big wasters of time and everyone's life, don't ask me for money.

The answer is always going to be NO!

I am not a "rich bitch", but I know what is really going on.

"We the people," you are crooks!

Weekend Blogging

I found a site today with a photo of a rabbit. I wonder why that is.
It kind of looks like the rabbit, but not quite.

I wonder who this person is.
Maybe it is Agatha? Who knows? lol...

I guess there are a lot of rabbit owners out there
more than I realize.

I wonder if I am supposed to make contact with this owner
about the subject matters presented.

Dreams and such...

? ? ?

Weekends are supposed to be quiet.

I think I handled an emergency today. So I wonder if there is
going to be another one involving a rabbit. Hmmm?

I think I like to prevent emergencies rather than handle them
for right now.

The clue is that everything else has to be in synch.
Or else things don't flow, and or are mismatched...
Well, the point is, there are consecutive things happening in a random way
as well. So that is interesting to me.

Dreaming Zone: Alice on My Mind...again?!

Friday: Wakefulness

Last night, I went everywhere, trying to resolve matters everywhere.
I made new contacts and friends. I don't remember much of it.

I did rescue a rabbit who meowed like a cat and found a new home for him
with the aid of my new friend, who looked and dressed like Agatha Christie.
The little critter had been stuck on a Chicago CTA train and was miserably
looking for the right rescuer. When he decided it was my new friend and I or
bust, he acquiesced and let us gather him up in our hands. He was so happy when
we plopped him in front of an enormous compound with dense vegetation growing in it.
He also found a new bunny - friend almost immediately.

We had many errands to accomplish that night, but we did manage a visit to the little guy to see if he was still happy. He was. He looked at us in merriment from his vegetative paradise.

Mystery: What was he doing homeless on a CTA train, of all places? Poor thing!

He reminds me of this rabbit I had to take care of for a brief time, Mercutio.
That was the strangest of all rabbits. He thought he was a little puppy.

I miss him! He is somewhere in the suburbs.

This kind of stuff is probably what stirred Lewis Carroll to pen "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland." Fan - Fiction might wonder why Agatha Christie, though, instead of another fusion - attempt?

I'll leave that for the site's pundits to determine the mind's late - night ramblings.

Maybe it is "Murder on the Orient Express" with all rabbit characters?!
Agatha and I must be Miss Jane Marple, this time around?

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I really think the Wizard of OZ will be the next terrain for me to visit through nightly jaunts. Who knows?!

If you've never been haunted by stories in the night, don't bother even asking what this is all about.

Next, I remember trying to return a miniature silver pot to a local library, where I once lived. My conscience got the best of me, and I had to return the pot in the book drop at midnight. While in front of the book drop site, I saw library books that I hadn't returned back sitting in my apartment, and they were plaguing me with guilt.

In the morning, I breathed a sigh of relief...!

I had no books to return. I was never over - due.
I was one of the good girls, honest, and on time.
Whew! No books to return!
That could have really dampered my schedule for the day...

I think some of those books are upset that they became discards.
That wasn't ever my doing...plus, I think they don't know they were
"withdrawn" or "discarded."

Leave it to people not to talk to them before
they vent out on me in my dreams or something?!

They do have a problem out here about discarding the classics.
I wonder why they do that?!

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I had coffee this morning, listened to music, and now I am roaming over
the internet.

I need a break to finish or start breakfast. Maybe skip it altogether?
I fuse all three meals together at times.

Bye for now, Friday ramblings!

Don't forget to make your wishes to Shakespeare!

Wednesday

Wednesday Thread: Tying Up Loose Ends!

I am a little bit late getting to this page today.
I wanted to get household things done. So far so good, but there's more to
be done. Organization is a must.

"America" is almost on. I have mixed feelings about it. The show presented a scenic view of Brazil and the people, and that fascinated me. It gives me a chance to see the place before the Olympics. The people are very enthusiastic and energetic. Sunny dispositions like the places I have visited and smiles everywhere... They are going to love the Olympics there. I also like that they are an "outdoor-sy" kind of people, and I have missed seeing people being able to engage in outside activities. I have been in countries like that before. The only thing that was weird was not seeing the cell phones and laptops like you do in this part of the hemisphere. (Well, except for the office scenes...) It was like a reverse culture shock, going back to the past, in a way. Monday is the last day of the show. They have to tie up a lot of loose ends before then.

When they show Florida, it's almost the same, except the circumstances were different. Beautiful, sunny scenes...,and I didn't really want to do a compare and ccontrast with Brazil and Florida. (Both America!!!)

I feel like I am saying good-bye to the characters. All have their own distinct personalities. The minor ones are so fun to watch. They are quirky and entrancing.
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I found a new hangout (sill) for my friend's cat. I think he will like it. I will try it out today. He likes to be near me more. I think he feels abandoned sometimes when people go to work.

I made coffee, but it is too milky for my taste this morning. Otherwise, it is good.
I told my friend that they have free coffee at Starbucks (Tax Relief Day!, if you bring in their cup. I miss the Cinnabon offer. Yum! That sounds good...

More later....

Tuesday April 13

TUESDAY Thread: Social Networking

I have not always been a fan of using the internet primarily to
maintaining contact and relationships. I think, however, the world
is turning to that currently, and has been for a while.
At the time it all began, I was always at work or at school.
During breaks, everyone was always on the phone or on the university
computers. No more people hanging out in the cafeterias, work, student or
study lounges. So I have decided to try this phenomenon out.

So far, Facebook is my favorite one. I haven't as of yet tried Twitter.
Networking on Facebook beats having to be a paramedic out on the streets,
or being assaulted by vagrants. So far so good!

I wonder if I will miss the whole cafe culture out there. Not so far!

I made some friends in Italy and the U.K. The groups you join help you form
relations based on common interests. I am also learning how to practice new languages. I know how to say "coffee" in quite a few now.

The Dr. Who followers really rock! They are a fascinating culture, even if I don't run into them locally. I stay up and watch!!!!

So, FB might be a nice place to make friends, although not face to face.

Breakfast: The whole ordeal has been tedious. I always skip it for coffee or
chocolate. I feel better that way. If I have a small one closer toward lunch, I feel
better. I am way too sleepy to eat in the morning. Today, I feel like making
brunch instead.

Reading: The internet must be king of this arena, although I still gravitate toward the magazines a whole lot, like they are my first love.
The free papers are sitting at the side for now, but I want to catch up on
those soon also.

Television: I watched "Castle" last night. I love watching it with friends.
I found a FB page on it, also. I wonder if "The Good Wife" has one also.

Books: Patterson....I think he is secretly writing for "Castle." Maybe?!!!!!!

Blogs: Romance & Travel reign for me right now!!!!!

Commuting: I feel weird not doing it, at all! I was always out there, work,
school, networking!

Staying at home is not my cup of tea, but I am bearing with it.

Bye for now, Dear Tuesday!

Monday, Monday

Dear Monday, Monday:

Today, you are quiet and mournful like a sleepy cat.
I hope you will find the rest of the day to your liking.
I think you were sad, because a yellow jacket got trapped
within a window screen, and you watched it intently all morning long.

My friend's cat stood sentry by it, knowing they could not abandon him/her.
I think they wanted to rescue it, but they needed my help.

So the rescue mission is now complete. Safe and sound!
Flying out and safe to return to the world outside.

The cats returned to the sill to see if he would return, as if they missed their
new-found friend.

It buzzed musically and danced with gaiety, although he was trapped.
My kitty is purring contentedly now.

Cats are so very fixated by flying beings.

Bye little mite! See you sometime outdoors?!

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Starting out Monday with coffee is wonderful. The cats have been loving, also. So I am around kindness this morning and not abusive types of people. I have to change television stations periodically to hear more positive news or thoughts, but it is not that bad today.

I want to also get to some cleaning and organizing and researching something that might prove hectic at a later point, and I want to stall it or keep it from happening to me. Sigh.

The other cat has not given up looking for the bee yet. I think I should write stories about these two fellas and their escapades in town. They are really rather fascinating. They're quite quaint little creatures. They always bring adventures to me indoors.
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I wonder if people like to be found or not? Do you think they like to stay lost or missing? I mean adults, that is. I bet that the world makes them want to disappear at times. I would feel sad in this case, but maybe they need to retreat at times, too?

Bye 4 now...need to move about...will be back to write soon to you, dear Monday.