Monday, June 8, 2020

BBC



Patagonia clothing company used to make a pair of BBC shorts.  I got them, of course.  If I remember correctly, there was a reference to Australia in the description.  Big Balls in Cowtown.  I should have a pair today.  I just fixed my mother's 20+ year old dryer.  If you'll recall, when I told her I'd see about changing the belt, she laughed and laughed and laughed.  I reminded her of that after the job was done some two hours and ten YouTube videos later.  She said it tickled her so.



Big Ball's in Cowtown
We'll all go down
Big Ball's in Cowtown
We'll dance around
(Ehhhh, come in momma, the hog's done got me)
I'll go to Cowtown
I'll dance around
Board up your windows
The big boy's in town
Big Ball's in Cowtown
We'll all go down
Big Ball's in Cowtown
We'll dance around.


I remember now why I hate doing that shit, though.  For a lot of guys, it's fun like playing with toys.  I wish I felt more like that, but it seems like pissing away life to me.  Still, I saved my mother a bunch of money, and as I've said, without a working income, I need to do a lot of that.  

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WARNING

Don't read any further if you are happy after reading that.  I wrote the rest this morning, and after reading the papers, my mood took a dark turn.  I, like the people I might complain about, have taken to editorializing.  So go back. . . turn away, if the music made you chuckle and you want to stay chipper.  Seriously.  The rest of this is merde.

After fixing her dryer, I came home, made dinner, and watched a movie and a documentary.  I wouldn't recommend either of them.  They shall remain nameless.  

Fear and Loathing.  Thompson knew.  I would like to see how he would have handled social media.    Ivanka Trump's graduation speech was taken down, I read, and she blames the cancel culture.  J.K. Rowlings wrote a piece about menstruating women and the pandemic and got blowback from there transgendered to which she responded:

“If sex isn’t real, there’s no same-sex attraction,” she wrote on Twitter. “If sex isn’t real, the lived reality of women globally is erased. I know and love trans people, but erasing the concept of sex removes the ability of many to meaningfully discuss their lives. It isn’t hate to speak the truth.”

There's that word again--"Truth."  Ah, yes, we all have our truths.  That is what many mistakenly call their opinions.  We live in a time when "truths" violently collide.  We might do well, however, to look at facts.  Species diversity is shrinking at an alarming rate.  We will lose over 500 species in the next two years.  Microplastics, mostly from polyester clothing, is filling and killing the oceans.  It is recommended you no longer ingest sea salt due to plastics.  The current coronavirus is just one of the predicted pandemics arising from habitat destruction.  These are, however, apparently difficult concepts for the majority of people to comprehend.  Opinions based on "truths" are much easier for most people than conclusions based on facts.  

I haven't watched the news for days now.  I don't know if I will again.  The same media that condemned opening states for business don't have the same ideas when it comes to 10,000 people protests.  There is weak worry, but not condemnation nor vilification.  I don't see as much pandemic data on television now.  

Obviously, the news must also chase the dollar.  

I read a survey of over 500 epidemiologists in the Times today querying when they would return to specific activities.  They are not rushing out to get haircuts or eat in restaurants.  They are not going back to crowded offices any time soon.  They plan to continue wearing masks.  So I'll probably continue sitting in my darkened room alone watching movies and documentaries for awhile while Rome burns outside.  

Of course, it will be a better world when I return.  

3 comments:

  1. I had my first paying job at 13 working for a feller who owned a laundromat. I am hopelessly inept at fixing things but had to get good at it right quick. My job was mostly janitorial and filling the dispensary machines for coffee, snacks, and laundry supplies. I also had to crawl behind the giant dryers to clean the lint out of the motor works and the large-scale lint filters. I kept that job all the way through college, which it paid for. I don’t know if I could still fix a belt or not, so I am impressed.

    I hope I didn’t recommend the movie or the documentary. It would pain me to have ruined your day.

    The news is not good from any quarter. The left is trying to do its level best to reelect Trump by feasting on itself.

    Truth or the infamous truthiness is something I gave up on a long time ago. You have to be a Neo-Platonist or a Nazi to enjoy truths all that much.

    I have done the social media thing and I done give up a long time ago arguing. I tell everyone that they are right. I am wrong. I have decided that is going to be my vocation for the what is remaining of my life. Prett’ near everyone I know is 100% right all the time. That don’t make no sense. Somebody has to be wrong. I am volunteering for the job.

    “Sometimes you have to do something just because it is wrong,” a feller once said.

    Selah.

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  2. I did some Earthing this morning - with My Charge for the day. A three year old girl. I like to think of myself as an asset to her well being. Not being a big ball bragger or anything. I think I got a good set tho - figuratively of course. This isn't a gender revelation or anything. Just that - well I'm good at this stuff and she needs all the good she can get.

    We laid on the grass and looked up to the sky - saw a butterfly and some squirrels chasing each other in the big tree over us - and clouds. We flipped on our tummies for a while to investigate the grass up close and personal - poke around looking for a four leaf clover.

    This was before it turned into a self imposed water debacle. Kids love water. So I brought out tubs of it - some with bubbles some without - and then we let the hose make some mud. She stopped around in it - I squirted her with the hose and she ran back and forth letting the spray drip drop on her head.

    She was filthy. So a proper indoor tub was a necessity - all this before noon.

    I'm a very playful babysitter. I will be dead when relieved of my duties but plan on sucking some of her Toddler Essence into my body while here. Not that I want to be a toddler but I'm into any anti-aging product available - and this one is free. And we know how fast the years go - so.

    I'm in trouble.

    I keep getting emails from Joe Biden. I think he is harassing me. I gave him $5.00 the other day. He's like a crackhead tho - it seems. He's back sometimes 3 times a day. Either him - or he's sending out spotters to lure me in.


    This got nuttin to do with your post. Not that what I plant here always ever does. But - c.c. just reminded me of Tom.


    Tom wasn't big believer in saying " I love you" - which sometimes - for a Girl who is a bit sappy - well sometimes - even though I never doubted it.

    I used to bug him to write poems - all the time from our first encounter.

    So sometimes - he'd slip one in sideways sorta. I didn't need him to tell me - he was Love in the Form of a Human. So thanks always for the blog space. (do I need to start paying you a fee?)

    4. Bumps River Girl




    Lisa says,
    once upon a time
    or not so long ago
    underneath the bridge
    Eratu used to call to you
    doesn't she do that anymore,

    the words sigh like a blue jay's cry
    won't she let you sing from underneath his wing?

    what's to breathe or leave behind
    what's the song that wasn't sung

    She's just the same as she ever was
    or will be,

    it's me that's changed,

    Knocked wood, kneaded clay
    tidied the pathway, swept the stairs
    till the words blurred

    and hurried off to the fair
    in somber pairs;

    Eratu peeks from behind her fan
    sees Lisa on the porch swing singing
    gathers her words

    and gives them to the next boy
    who hasn't learned about love.





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  3. C.C. and I have tried to build things together before. We are real crackerjack handymen--not. As for babysitting--nope. It ain't in me.

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