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I'm an artist, an educator, Pastafarian and I write. I also will gamble on just about anything. And I like unusual juxtaposition, but I love my wife...and beer. This blog is observations from a funny old man who gets pissed off every once in a while. Oh, and I mispell alot.

Sunday, May 1, 2016

SUNDAY #2688

One Of My Very Own…



I've actually had a young woman admit to that.



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One of the most plexing problems with my blogging is finding quips to add between images with no comments. I used to do those rust colored, but on weekends I have to leave them out. It's just too much.

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My young friend, Stephen, that I have mentioned numerous times, nailed his Quantum Mechanics final to get his masters in Chemistry. Smart kid. He was checking the website every thirty seconds for the grades to be posted, then we hugged and he started drinking....and whistling...badly. After a few minutes I texted him (even though he was sitting on the very next barstool) "Stop whistling". He immediately texted me "Stop wasting my Social Security."

Today I found a very clever clue in the Sunday NY Times crossword and asked several of the staff at my bar and Stephen. To wit: Four letters - TALK UP. Stephen is the only one that got it right after thinking about it for only a few minutes. The answer is PRAY.

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And an old friend, Jack, paid a rare visit to my bar and I asked him what was new. We discussed his daughter entering college in the fall, then he said he had competed in his first Iron Man competition. Get this, that old motherfucker swam 2.4 miles; biked 112 miles; then, ran a full 26.2 marathon in one 19 hour stretch. I was impressed.

Jack came to me as an intern straight from a year in India studying the ways of the mystics. He was eat up with figuring out all the ways a man could become more spiritual. It took about a month of me asking questions until he almost started asking questions himself. His stumbling block to clarity was his refusal to accept that humans are not the greatest thing in the universe...super novae don't give a shit. But I am confident that he will come around with another couple of decades of questioning.

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I got a comment the other day and this is but part of it:

"For me the question is more about balance than a percentage. I pay fairly high property and school tax where I live. However, my kids are going to some of the best public schools in the country. Now turn that around - take my school-tax money and give it to another district (steal from my children) I will take action. As long as I can see what I am paying for, I don't care about the percentage. When I moved here my property tax went up 800%, and I chose to do so."

I don't want to read anything into that, but the conclusion I draw is that only the children of American rich people deserve a quality education. Not sure how that can be justified.

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I've been watching a lot of soccer lately and I have another favorite player...besides Messi.



He is so fucking fast! I said he looked like a Zulu warrior...and that was a complement. His name is Mario Balotelli and he plays in Italy. Must be a cool story as to how he got his name.

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This picture of Justin Bieber getting choked at a nightclub looks like a Renaissance painting.







Oh, there it is now...



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The streetlights at the Zippo factory.



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"Hold my beer and watch this."



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Marketing at its finest...



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I read an article about the disadvantages of buildings having gardens on their balconies. Besides the weight problem, it was stated that in tall building, there is a "tree line", if you will, just like illustrated here.



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I never knew they built their nests with this many twigs at a time. Impressive.



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People love to be around water. I assume it is in honor of its necessity in drinking, cooking, washing and growing crops.



This is a town for the hydrophile in all of us.



Speaking of environments that make us feel better, I give you mister forest. It has been proven to lower stress just to walk through such a place.



That lessening of stress does have its drawbacks, however. This guy is in a tree stand.



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The word on the street...



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Is such a thing really necessary?



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The money shot...literally.



That will wake your fat ass up.

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This magnificent machine has but one purpose.



Killing human beings.

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One of my favorite characters.



In my mind I repeat that line every time I order at Bojangle's...especially if the window lady don't say thank you.

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A newly elected female MP in Iran is to be barred from entering the next parliament apparently because she shook hands with an unrelated man during a trip abroad.



Please.

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And remember, I practiced this regularly when I was in school.





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US Elections - the musical.



Religious expectations - the musical.



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Following the big flood in South Carolina, my wife volunteered daily.




The "aid parasites" came out of the woodwork and sickened all involved.

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I will state again, I think this was a very entertaining movie.



Think you are pretty good at predicting the next plot twist in a movie? Well, test your skills with the movie God's Pocket staring this guy.



In one scene in the movie they had this street corner. I'm almost certain that bar is the one my wife and I visited on our last roadtrip. It was owned by the uncle of a young friend and the wife and I visited on our last roadtrip.



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My wife hates me taking her picture first thing in the morning.



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One image that shows every single thing I hate about royalty.



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One of the most powerful images from the Vietnam War. The shooter's name is South Vietnam General Nguyen Ngoc Loan.




After the war, he fled to the United States, and eventually found himself in Burke, Virginia, where he started a restaurant in this shopping center.



This the general outside his restaurant.



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A few clips that perfectly illustrates lucky from unlucky.







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Think you can't sing? Try that shit.

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2 comments:

Ninja Grrrl said...

The first time I watched God's Pocket was in the afternoon. In the middle of the night, I couldn't sleep because I absolutely had to watch it again. I have seen few stories so raw, so complex, or so gripping.

JimReed said...

Is the fishing backpack necessary! OMG: Where has that been my whole life and how have a lived without it! If only it had a couple wires and old telephone crank...or TNT...

I think that thing could also hold 4 beers... ON ICE!

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