Friday, March 27, 2020

Of course it is about the pandemic

Since my older brother introduced me to Stranger in a Strange Land, I have been an avid reader of science fiction.
It sorta goes along with my fascination with cryptids and UFOs and fantasy. Anything that wasn't quite real, but could be, interests me.

Recently, I had the privilege of editing a book by a new author. You can find it on Amazon under Antigenesis, by D.S. Whitaker.


I highly recommend this book. The author might have been reading the minds of the people in charge. And, it has a wonderful science fiction twist that will make you smile.

Please give it a chance.

Monday, March 9, 2020

A great loss

The Greatest Left-Handed Banjo Player this side of the Mississippi passed away this weekend.

He was my good friend.


He had a good heart, a fierce love of music and taught and wrote books and was a Boy Scout.

My heart is so heavy! 

Why do such gifts to the world pass in such pain?

Unfair. Totally unfair.

He leaves behind a lovely, loving wife and two strapping sons.
And lots of friends.

And I'm one of them.


Thursday, February 27, 2020

Name game

Things that keep me awake at night.

In high school, there were various pairings that later became permanent. I don't know why this came to me. I had been sleeping.

Anyway, there were two kids who were actually very beautiful. Small in stature, but very nice to look at.

The young lady had a last name an arm long. I won't write it out, but let's say, combined with her short first name, she boasted 10 letters,  maybe more, as I do not recall the exact spelling of her names. Add an e, take out a c, can't remember and am too lazy to look it up. This is a blog, not a scientific paper.

Anyway, the guy's name, with a shortened version of his first name, contained 10 letters, also. 
Wonder how he filled in the blanks on those college board exams. Not enough spaces, for sure.

So, they did marry. If they hyphenated their surnames, wow.

Why did I think of this?
God only knows.

I know that if my husband had to fill in his whole first name and surname on a test blank, it would not fit, either. FIFTEEN LETTERS




Friday, February 14, 2020

Facts and theories

To those folks who think voting against Joe Biden is a great idea...well, you are being manipulated by the Russians,

This is bizarre, of course.
Suddenly, Joe is too old, out of step, can't speak (he stutters) and somebody is scared shitless he'll get elected president of the United States. 
How does one handle this situation?
One puts an old geezer who talks like a cable TV character in the fore. In addition, one puts a totally inexperienced, but brilliant, young man right behind him. A man who has proven himself in other ways, but won't sell to the masses in the south and midwest where they take their religion seriously.

I feel the need to insert this here.

Let me take this moment to include the definition of a word bandied about lately that very few people actually understand. 
        Here goes: Oligarchy--ol·i·gar·chy
                       /ˈäləˌɡärkē/
        noun: a small group of people having control of a country, organization, or institution.
  1. ("the ruling oligarchy of military men around the president")

Clear now? Get it?
Allow me to go on.

For all you gun handlers and avid Christians, here are some facts about the folks in Russia who are yanking your chains.

Russia had the highest number of abortions per woman of child-bearing age in the world according to UN data as of 2010.
Does that bother you a little?

Oh, wait, there's this thing about the right to bear arms. Hang on. Russia recently announced even tighter restrictions on just who can own guns...and has threatened to confiscate privately owned weapons. After all, the more people who have guns, the more people who can shoot the authoritarian leadership that still exists. Here's a little factiod for you: Recently, Putin has announced the creation of a National Guard...super cops that aren't called KGB but he does not forget where he came from. Their prime objective would be the confiscation of guns from Russians. There are numbers of illegal guns flooding into Russia...what do they know...but these are considered threats.

Still thinking the Russians love you, kiddies?

If the Russians get the US president they want, again, this is their government's way of thinking. Abortions? Fine. The Christian far right is against a woman's right to decide what goes on in her own body.  There. The Russians have a rocky record regarding that, but currently, well, they use abortion instead of birth control. Chew on that.

And as for guns...if you love your right to keep and bear arms, and you are afraid the liberals in America are going to take them away from you, so you can't obliterate wildlife with your automatic weapons, think what a Russian inspired government would have here.

This is odd, I know, for me to go so political on my own blog. These thoughts came to me while I was thinking of the sudden rise of these two men while Mr. Biden has dropped in the polls. If it is because of the Russians and their ability to step in and out of our politics with such ease, these ideas popped into my head.
I cannot express my fears as eloquently as I would like. I have held back, but put forth these insights because this is what I do and where I do it.

I want to know if anyone actually reads my words, and if there is any value in my conclusions. While this is still America, I wanted to go on record.

Free speech. Free thoughts. No KGB, no Secret Police. But plenty of scary people with more power than they deserve are lingering in the background and, if we are not careful, the country could be led down the garden path away from democracy into chaos.


Monday, January 27, 2020

Words

Somewhere between 4 and 5 am today, yes--I know there should be periods after the A and M, but I'm not going to bother, I had several thoughts that disturbed my sleep to the point where I couldn't.

One I can't mention as it was not pleasant.
The other, far more pleasant.
I remembered a word used in my house that was silly and probably made up out of nowhere.

Snickelfritz. Or something like that. My mother took German in high school so it might have derived from that somehow. Or it could have been something from a 1930s song that I have never heard before.
Like Ishcabibble. Or Ishkabibble. Turns out that was the name of a character from an old band...a joke character, usually blamed for doing something stupid. I actually caught the character in an old movie...a lovable dork.
Anyway, Snickelfritz was a term of endearment, I hope.

Another word: Googiewommer. This is a noun, for sure. Usually replacement word for the actual thing one can't remember the name of. Hand me that googiewommer, will ya?

There are others. I will write them when they come back into my brain.

Question now is, do you have any funny words that aren't curses, that you remember from your past?
If so, please let me know.

I love increasing my vocabulary.


Monday, January 20, 2020

Martin Luther King, Jr.

He had the right idea.
Too bad, he had to die for it.

Now...let's think of some other people who have had right ideas and died for them.

Jesus.
Kennedy, John and Robert.
Ghandi
King
Tupac

That was the side I agree with.
There is another side. I can't agree with these people, either.

Saddam Hussein
Qaddafi
Hitler
Mussolini
Mao


Now,wait. I observed something about both these lists.
They're all men.


Monday, January 13, 2020

Fire

Last night, a fire raged in the town next to where I grew up. It was the downtown we shopped in. It was where my parents grew up. I spent the first year and a half of my life living there.

It was a huge 7 alarm fire. Firetrucks from neighboring towns came to help put it out, some from pretty far away, to use their ladder trucks because the structures that were burning were multi-story apartment buildings under construction.

Bound Brook, NJ has had its share of disasters. The main street was flooded in 1999 by hurricane Floyd. Twelve foot high water marks wiped out stores and businesses. They rebuilt and the gov't put up water barriers to keep the nearby Raritan River out of the town.

In order to erect these new apartment buildings, several old useless buildings were knocked down.

When I was a child, this area of the downtown had an active business section, a continuation of the main street. There was a fishmonger, a butcher, a bicycle chop, a shoe shop.  People used these stores. Before the supermarkets and chain stores arrived, many years later, this area was viable.

But, things always change.

The houses for the most part remained, along with the people, usually somewhat new to the country, as were  so many families in the 40s-50s.

And it remains that way as the big old houses were converted to apartments.

It had a heart beat.

It is alive and, until last night's fire, it was a safe place to live and raise ones' children.

Now, there are ashes. The new buildings are in ruins. The people who lost their homes wouldn't have been able to live in those luxury high rises....

But, luckily, not too much damage was done to the old neighborhoods. 
The stores and families of my youth are long gone, but there are people, nice, hardworking people still living in that end of town.

Bound Brook will once again rise from the ashes, or flood waters, to shine again.

Thank you to all the first responders who saved so much with their unceasing efforts.

Thursday, January 9, 2020

On Being a Luddite

Those poor Luddites. They existed for a very short time awhile ago, like in the previous two centuries. 
They were famous for eschewing technology...like steel plows, store bought cloth, prepared meals in a box that came to your door...that kind of stuff.

They died out rapidly, though remnants of that kind of thought still exist in limited ways among certain German type religious orders--Amish, Mennonites (not so much) and Hudderites. They are a minority, though, and I think they are maintaining their traditions with breaks when horses and buggies are rather inconvenient in 2020 USA.

Anyway, yesterday I finally got my second child to delete all these files of other peoples' writing from my WORD. I know nothing about where this stuff goes, how it is kept and brought up with a stroke of a few keys and all, but I knew I had a shitload of words that were not my own stored somewhere in the magic box.

I got the feeling these words that were not my own were clogging up my computer so I wanted them out. Of course, I couldn't do it on my own, but the kid stepped in after four months of begging on my part and within 20 minutes max, deleted all those thousands of words. Books worth! Several times over.

That done, to my relief, I decided to do some registering for the writers' conference in April. In the past, although the preferred method of payment was cyber, which I do not trust even though I do have an account but I don't know why, I have paid by check. Yes, paper. Yes, it may have been a royal pain in the ass, but I was allowed on account of everybody loves my wit and general vivacity.

It didn't work.
I had to go through that thing I do not trust and entrust it with my credit card numbers  because I can't remember passwords or even really how to use that thing...though it would allow me to pay by credit card through them. Cost me an additional $3!!!

I am pissed off.
Yes, being a Luddite is difficult and I can hear those little rat bastard millennials shouting OKAY BOOMER, but know what I say to them?

F*ck off, babies.