Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Wow! Iceberg Slim "Pimp" soundtrack

http://icebergslimsoundtrack.blogspot.com/

In 2012 , I found myself digging thru the my closet and saw in the mix of my many random books, Iceberg Slims "Pimp" which I had stole from the library in the mid 90's. One of my favorite books due to it being a moment in Black history that is still somewhat taboo, I decided to read it for the umpteenth time which took about 2 days to complete. As I was reading I noticed all the songs Iceberg Slim name drops thruout the book. These songs were the soundtracks of his pimping days of the late 30's, 40's and 50's. When I first read the book in the mid 90's I had no access to a quick search like Youtube....But in 2012, with the click of a mousepad I could now listen to the songs that would be the background music to Iceberg Slims journey.


I wrote the above webmaster after reading "Pimp" over the weekend and discovering the above site:

I love your all-encompassing search for the reality of Iceberg Slim's world. I am completely not of the pimp world, but I am a fan of Joan Crawford --- and the impulse to re-create her world and music have been exactly the same with me as a webmaster. You did a great, interesting job here.

Monday, January 30, 2017

Trump's list missing a few

I completely agree with Trump's list of countries deemed a terrorist threat to the US (as first determined by Obama) and thus requiring restrictions of its citizens attempting to come into the US: Syria, Iran, Iraq, Yemen, Sudan, Somalia, Libya.

But, more importantly: Where is Saudi Arabia on this list? 15 of the 19 9/11 murderers were from Saudi Arabia. The liberal press is suggesting that Trump has not included Saudi Arabia on the list because of his business connections there. True? I'm a huge Trump supporter, but one of the main reasons I supported him was his independence. He needs to break from the corrupt Saudi influence (and from what I'm sure are US lawmakers who are dependent on Saudi money).

Sometimes, Trump seems intent on getting himself assassinated. But he doesn't seem to be willing to "go there" when it comes to the Saudis.


Saturday, January 28, 2017

Live

I think I have survived my loves
Ovens, car wrecks or exhaust
Bullets, a swollen heart sans transplant
How many ways I could have died by chance
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Friday, January 27, 2017

Getting a Raise...

... does make a difference. For instance, I usually get lunch at Thundercloud Subs once every couple of weeks or so. And, in the past, I've always ordered the lowest-priced sandwich: Turkey. But after getting news of my pay raise, I was able to mentally shake loose and order something I've always actually wanted to get: The California Club. Turkey, bacon, guacamole. A whole dollar more.

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Rick Broussard's Two Hoots and a Holler at Ginny's Little Longhorn (2012)


What my promotion and raise today mean to me:

A washer and dryer
A place for my patio set that I bought in 2015 but never unpacked
A place where I can play my music
A place to get a kitten
A place high-priced enough so that I don't have to live around students and/or other assorted low-lifes

Oh yeah, and: I'm finally in my price-range for my age and experience as an editor.

Hours after finding out the good news, I got a call from a random old acquaintance... I was on such a clear, cool high, but after talking to her... Yuck. The same old "yuck" from the past 8 years. Hard to explain, but, in short: She doesn't give a shit about me. Which didn't coincide at all with the cool, clear way I've been feeling on my own lately. This person has always made me feel like shit. As does my mother. Why? After years of wondering why, I've finally accepted that it is what it is: Don't be in contact with these folks any more.

I got a raise and a promotion today.

Mary's Bad Day: Mary Tyler Moore Show

Mary on a bad day is kind of like me EVERY day! :)

Chuckles the Clown's Funeral: Mary Tyler Moore Show

"A little song, a little dance, a little selzer down your pants."

RIP MTM


Monday, January 23, 2017

SNL's Katie Rich at PeaceLove's Peace of Mind Storytellers 2014

"Barron [Donald Trump's 10-year-old son] will be this country's first homeschool shooter," tweeted SNL writer Katie Rich during Friday's inauguration. Here she is in 2014 talking about her oh-so-important battle with panic attacks at the "PeaceLove Peace of Mind Storytellers" event, designed to promote the work that artists are doing to "help create peace of mind in the world." This phony, self-obsessed, neurotic is currently suspended from SNL (probably for about a week).

Rich is completely indicative of the type of violence (either verbal or physical) exhibited by so-called "peace-and-love" leftists. These folks yell "fascist" when Donald Trump verbally attacks people with much more power than himself (such as dozens of media outlets or political leaders), but it's OK to pick on a 10-year-old or to harass Ivanka Trump on a plane with her baby (featured in another recent YouTube video). Cowardly, intellectually dishonest scumbags.

I don't know much about the "PeaceLove" organization, but... perhaps they should vet their speakers more thoroughly. The Barron Trump tweet aside, just based on the below 2014 video of Katie Rich snarkily and insincerely speaking about her panic attacks: How in the world is her privileged, shallow story in any way helpful in "creating peace of mind in the world"?? Ridiculous.

Saturday, January 21, 2017

President Trump, First Lady Melania's First Dance

10% sexy, 90% paying attention to the psychology. (I do wish that Trump had dipped Melania at the end. Overall, I kind of feel sorry for everybody forced to dance on the stage.)

Regrets?

Everybody always asks people when they get old: Do you have any regrets? What would you have done differently?

At 51, I'm not ancient, but I have been asking myself what I would have done differently.

Losing Ginny's love after I left for college in '83 has been perhaps my greatest loss. But what would I have done differently? I was a small-town intellectual hot-shot when I met her. By the spring of my Senior year in high school, I'd won all sorts of minor scholastic awards. Of COURSE I was going to leave Azle, Texas, and go off to college. Had Ginny loved me, she could have waited 9 months, 'til she herself graduated and could come to Austin, where I was in college.

The mistake of moving back to the Fort Worth area from Austin in '88 to be with very close friends while their mother was dying of cancer. I moved into the same 2-bedroom apartment with the two friends AND their dying mother. I had no idea of the situation. I, at 22, wasn't prepared to be living with a dying woman. (The 2 sisters didn't explain how bad it was or what the living situation would be.) The thing is, I could have handled living with a SOLEMN situation and readily adjusted myself to it. As it turned out, though, one sister took the mom off on a trek out west to seek alternative medicine; I stayed home in the apartment with the other sister, who constantly came up with new boyfriends. The mom then came home to die. I witnessed that. And I then witnessed the subsequent party atmosphere in the apartment after she was gone. I was shocked and disturbed. Profoundly so by the death atmosphere. Disgusted by the aftermath. (I was later shocked to learn that one of the sisters blamed me for the bad feelings around that time. I hadn't known about their mother's dying when I was invited to live there; I certainly didn't, post her death, want to be in a party atmosphere.)

Mollie, Julie, Sandra since then: I was desperate for a sense of belonging with someone. These three initially offered some sort of shallow verbal/mental connection. (Sexually, also, with Mollie.) What I regret about all of these women is that I kept relying on them emotionally YEARS after they themselves had left me emotionally. Such a waste of (what I now, at 51, understand is) valuable time.

As for picking up and moving to New York City in 2007: I do not regret that at all. I do, though, regret paying much attention to Sandra after she contacted me from Houston in October 2008. I was lonely in my new city; I was desperate for someone. I will always regret that while my cat Gracie was dying in April 2009, I was more concerned with when Sandra would be coming into NYC (to accompany her sugar-daddy, who was getting cancer treatments) and when we could supposedly see each other. Sandra herself wanted me to come to the hotel room that her ill lover was paying for. (Shades of the earlier sisters wanting me to come to Fort Worth when their mother was dying.) So wrong, but I wasn't yet mature enough to understand how wrong or how to avoid it all. I wish that I had paid more attention to my truly-loved dying cat of 9 years instead of wondering when the shallow Sandra would call me that week.

I regret paying any attention to Sandra whatsoever post Gracie's death in 2009. Come to think of it: I arrived in NYC in 2007 and never cried at all, despite the job-seeking and roommate turmoil, until I was in contact with Sandra in October 2008. From then until 2010, I was crying constantly. 

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Climate Change

I just learned today that temperature records of the Earth only started being kept around 1850. 167 years ago.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Temperature_record

Conversely, for the past 3 years, I've worked among geologists and, recently, edited a 400-page textbook detailing the history of Texas geology for the past 1.7 billion years.

Our planet itself is said to be  4.5 billion years old:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geologic_time_scale

We're currently officially in an "Ice Age" (within an Ice Age, there are "glacial" and "interglacial" periods; Earth is currently in an interglacial period):

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timeline_of_glaciation  

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interglacial

Interglacial optimum

An interglacial optimum, or climatic optimum of an interglacial, is the period within an interglacial that experienced the most 'favourable' climate that occurred during that interglacial, often during the middle part. The climatic optimum of an interglacial follows, and is followed by, phases that are within the same interglacial and that experienced a less favourable climate (but nevertheless a 'better' climate than during the preceding/succeeding glacials). During an interglacial optimum, sea levels rise to their highest values, but not necessarily exactly at the same time as the climatic optimum.
In the present interglacial, the Holocene, the climatic optimum occurred during the Subboreal (5 to 2.5 ka BP, which corresponds to 3000 BC-500 BC) and Atlanticum (9 to 5 ka, which corresponds to roughly 7000 BC-3000 BC). Our current climatic phase following this climatic optimum is still within the same interglacial (the Holocene). This warm period was followed by a gradual decline until about 2,000 years ago, with another warm period until the Little Ice Age (1250-1850).


Alternating with Ice Ages over the past 4.5 billion years are Greenhouse periods:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greenhouse_and_icehouse_Earth

Transitions
 The Eocene, which occurred between 53 and 49 million years ago, was the Earth's warmest temperature period for 100 million years.[13] However, this "super-greenhouse" soon became an icehouse by the late Eocene. It was believed that the decline of CO2 caused this change, though there are possible positive feedbacks, or added influence that contributes to the cooling.
The best record we have for a transition from an icehouse to a greenhouse period where plant life exists is during the Permian epoch that occurred around 300 million years ago. In 40 million years a major transition took place, causing the Earth to change from a moist, icy planet where rainforests covered the tropics, into a hot, dry, and windy location where little could survive.

Modern conditions
Currently, the Earth is in an icehouse climate state. About 34 million years ago, ice sheets began to form in Antarctica; the ice sheets in the Arctic did not start forming until 2 million years ago.[5] Some processes that may have led to our current icehouse may be connected to the development of the Himalayan Mountains and the opening of the Drake Passage between South America and Antarctica.[citation needed] Scientists have been attempting to compare the past transitions between icehouse and greenhouse, and vice versa to understand where our planet is now heading.
Without the human influence on the greenhouse gas concentration, the Earth would be heading toward a glacial period. Predicted changes in orbital forcing suggest that in absence of human-made global warming the next glacial period would begin at least 50,000 years from now[17] (see Milankovitch cycles).
But due to the ongoing anthropogenic greenhouse gas emissions, the Earth is instead heading toward a greenhouse earth period.[5] Permanent ice is actually a rare phenomenon in the history of the Earth, occurring only during the 20% of the time that the planet is under an icehouse effect.
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In the 4.5 billion year history of the Earth, there have indeed been vast swings in climate. But said "vast swings" have taken place over millions of years. Earth temperature records have only been kept for the past 167 years. Because the last 10 years or so have been hotter than the average since 1850, people have suddenly surmised "We're killing ourselves!" Perhaps, instead, Earth is just doing what it's always done for the past 4.5 billion years.

RE the current dismay over the potential plight of polar bears:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polar_bear

Polar bears are thought to have diverged from a population of brown bears that became isolated during a period of glaciation in the Pleistocene[22] or from the eastern part of Siberia, (from Kamchatka and the Kolym Peninsula).[21]

In other words, polar bears started out as regular ol' brown bears. If they have to return to being regular ol' brown bears, it's not anywhere close to a drama or tragedy.


Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Movin' Out!

I'll have some fond memories of this place. One, because it was the first genuine place I had after 4-1/2 years in a one-room apartment in Austin after returning from NYC (which I'd taken and then stayed in because I had no choice financially). My current/soon-to-be-former place, at nearly 800 sq ft, allowed me some space to express myself with my new-found money to buy furnishings.

The first thing I wanted after 4 years in one room was a study. Specifically a study that I could hang my 2 new Weehawken, New Jersey (circa 1898) prints in. I got a study, decorated it how I liked on my slightly expanded budget. (Love my "Thought Fox" pillow.) But within a week of my moving in to the apartment in February 2015, I soon discovered that the neighbor below me had his headquarters directly below my "study." Where he yelled (either at his wife or on the phone) for hours upon hours each evening. His yelling drove me completely out of the room within a couple of months. I never hung the Weehawken prints (was/am now still saving them for a special place). The room became just a storage place for my books.






I liked my living room.




But I didn't want to spend ALL of my time in it! I wasn't allowed a cable connection in the bedroom, so I often spent nights on my living room couch going to sleep while watching TV. And, because I was driven out of my study, I moved my computer to the kitchen table directly to the right of the living room --- instead of some sort of writing/reading "sanctuary," I instead got to hear all of the comings and goings from the parking lot and from the jerk hanging out next door.

And I liked my bedroom.



But almost entirely because of my own decorations. The bedroom, too, had a parking lot right outside. And an apartment staircase right behind the wall. And, as it turned out, the bedroom wall, advertised as "not adjoining" anything, did indeed adjoin the punk 20-something next door, with whom I had a music battle for 3 months last August through October (eventually quieted by the apartment manager after my many complaints).

In October 2015, I had the first apartment flood. Repeated again 4 times in the past month (December 2016 thru January 2017).




The fifth flood was the last straw. My lease wasn't officially up until much later this year, but upon the last non-fixed roof leak (last Friday), I now have "permission" to move out early!!! For the past few months, I'd been mentally counting down the long months... Now, I'm moving very soon, at a date that I chose, which is many months sooner than when my official lease was up. (Apartment management was, perhaps, grateful, that I didn't pursue a big, stinking lawsuit.)

I actually liked this place, space-wise and location-wise. The leaks I didn't like, of course. But... had there not been the obnoxious yelling man downstairs, I probably would have stayed. (The recent loud music and last year's loud kids, the management took care of. But there was still the ongoing loud motorcycle guy and firecracker kids and partying kids, etc. Always something constantly going on. The loud man is the primary reason, though; according to management, that couple has been living in the apartment below me for a whopping 17 years. I would have NEVER escaped that man's voice.)

B'bye, place! Time to move on.

Things are extremely expensive in Austin right now, though. Although I have $1200 per month in my budget to spend for rent (I'm paying $1000 per month for the current shitty place), I have scoured Craig's List, and... I'm not going to get much better than what I have right now. What I'd like for the new place: (1) QUIET NEIGHBORS! (2) No children screaming in the daytime, no 20-somethings screaming in the nighttime. (3) My own washer and dryer. (4) A walking neighborhood? (Ha! If I truly want "quiet" and sans kids of all ages, I'm probably going to have to go west. I don't know "west." I'm pretty sure I hate "west." Much as I don't really like Austin now, I've always, for the past 30-something years, lived within the core of the city. And now I'm about to be driven out.)

Monday, January 16, 2017

Bay City Rollers Reunion in Manchester "Bye Bye Baby" 29th Dec 2015

Les McKeown, Woody Wood, Alan Longmuir --- 3 of the 5 original Bay City Rollers --- in Manchester, 2015, singing their very first hit from 1975.

Original '70s fan chant at beginning. And a rousing "Loch Lomond" at end.

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Regina Spektor - Grand Hotel (with lyrics)

I woke up around 3am to THIS on the #2 Austin PBS TV station (KLRQ2) a couple of mornings ago. What the hell! So darkly interesting and surprising! Whatever show was on (Artists Den?) didn't ever identify the singer during the program while I watched. Had to do a Google search for "Grand Hotel" the next day and wade through millions of things to find out what uncomfortable, scary, and profound thing I'd just been through.

"Somewhere below the Grand Hotel
There is a tunnel that leads down to hell..."

Saturday, January 14, 2017

Bay City Rollers - Bye Bye Baby (1975)


Bay City Rollers "Summerlove Sensation" (1974)


Favorite Teenage Albums

A friend on Facebook just asked "List 10 albums that made a lasting impression on you as a TEENAGER, but only one per band/artist." A few from this friend:

4. Atrium Musicae de Madrid - Musique de la Grèce antique
5. Jean-Michel Jarre - Oxygène
6. David Munrow - Instruments of the Middle Ages and Renaissance
7. Pink Floyd - Meddle
8. The Balinese Gamelan: Music From The Morning Of The World  


My most influential/most constantly listened to (from my first album at age 11 in 1976 to when I was a freshman in college in 1983) were more mundane:

Bay City Rollers "Dedication"
KISS "Double Platinum"
Cheap Trick "Live at Budokan"
Beatles "Rubber Soul"
John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band
Eurythmics "Touch"
Go-Gos "Beauty and the Beat"
The Knack "Get the Knack"
Paul McCartney "Tug of War"
Prince "Purple Rain"
 


I still listen to all of these today.

Cheap Trick: Look Out (Budokan 1978)


Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Donald Trump Calls CNN on Bullshit

What Trump Does For Me

Trump makes me feel that I'm not crazy because of how I felt when I moved from Austin to San Francisco to attend grad school in '94-'95.

I'd moved there after being in Austin for 10 years. Went thinking SF was still the town of Jack Kerouac and The Beats --- i.e., loose and creative. I was wrong. The writing program at San Francisco State was rigid and PC. I was mocked (by educated people) for being from Texas ("what do you do there for fun, toss cow chips?"); I was mocked for admitting (when asked by a poetry professor) that I'd been reading Norman Mailer the summer before; I was mocked by my thesis advisor (Frances Mayes, of "Under the Tuscan Sun" fame) for mentioning to her that my mother was German ("Germans always deny the Holocaust"). I was shut down when an in-house girl was going on about Ted Hughes, claiming that he'd "killed" "TWO wives" --- she wouldn't be placated when I pointed out that Assia Wevill was never a "wife."

Other crappy things: While there, I read in the paper that a girl "went missing" and then was found stuffed down a chimney. Her companions were identified, but the local police didn't follow up for months. Oh, until it turned out the girl had rich parents and subsequently put pressure on the police to figure it out. They didn't do it on their own.

I also hated the 1995 mayoral election that occurred during my time in SF: A black guy, an Asian, a lesbian, the incumbent "white guy," etc. The town claimed (and claims) to be "diverse" but the mayoral election was just each niche voting for each niche. The "black guy" Willie Brown won in a runoff, with the support of the "official lesbian" Roberta Trachtenburg, who'd lost earlier in the primary.

I hated that SF, while I was there in '94-'95, passed a law forbidding smoking on the streets. ("Never in Texas," I thought to myself at the time -- HA!) I hated that in SF I got a ridiculous ticket for jaywalking. ("Never in Texas," I thought to myself at the time -- not quite there yet.)

I hated the black guy on the bus who wouldn't pay his fare, even when a nice old white lady tried to hand him a dollar, thinking that he was poor rather than his just being an asshole thug trying to argue. We passengers sat there and sat there and sat there while the thug argued with the driver over nothing. I remember thinking "I wish I were back home in Texas; no self-respecting white guy would ever put up with this guy's shit."

I hated walking into a record store in San Francisco, and seeing "REDNECK" graffitti scrawled across a stand-up of George Strait. (When I lived in Texas, I never saw a similar "NIGGER" graffitti on any black artist's face in a record store.)

When I worked part-time in a movie theater on Geary Street, a female patron once came up to me at the popcorn stand and mentioned that she heard my "Southern accent." When I said I was from Texas, she whispered "conspiratorially": "I love Texas --- but there are too many MEXICANS." I was taken completely aback --- Living in Texas, I'd never thought anything about Hispanics or any other groups. In Texas, I'd never, ever heard any such thing as "There are too many Mexicans." Never until San Francisco, a so-called "diverse" town.

Another couple of racial things while I was working at the movie theater: One time, a group of teenaged Asian kids tried to sneak into the theater without paying. When caught, they actually yelled (to no one in particular) "You're all racist!" (The manager of the Geary Theater was Asian, by the way.) Another time, a couple of black women tried to sneak in; when I personally caught them, I got "Frizzy-haired white bitch!"

(A side-note: Years later, in 2003, I went back to SF for a showing of Joan Crawford's "Mildred Pierce" and meet-up with other Joan fans, mainly gay. While there, I was informed by a gay male Joan fan that there was a party that night --- but just for gay men. Solely because I was a woman, I wasn't invited. San Francisco in a psychotic nutshell.)

San Francisco was a shit-storm of chaos and irrationality. When I high-tailed it home to Texas the minute after getting my Master's degree, I thought I'd never have to see such idiocy again. In '95, that was the case. By 2016, though, I discovered that, to my horror, San Francisco "ethics" had somehow spread, like a cancer, across the country, into the formerly laid-backly rational Austin, into all national media. All that had so horrified me in SF had suddenly become the norm for the nation.

No escape, EVER? Trapped in a nightmare for the rest of my life?

After over 20 years... And after seeing the same cancerous psychotic behavior turn up nationwide... As it turned out... Trump might just be the escape. The last gasp of rationality. He sounds crude on the surface, but he actually makes nearly perfect sense.

Friday, January 06, 2017

"Good Fences Make Good Neighbors"

Well, if you're rich and living in DC. Otherwise, you're racist.

http://www.breitbart.com/big-government/2017/01/06/tmz-obama-building-wall-around-new-home/


Take The L

Joe Biden today on the Hill, being the adult, spoiling some freshman from California's protest over Donald Trump's electoral college victory: "It's over." Megan Kelly tonight on her last night on Fox, responding to the Biden quote: "Take the 'L.'"

Flashed me back to 1982.

Tuesday, January 03, 2017

I'll miss The New Yorker.

I've just unsubscribed from the magazine, after 20 years. Solely because of their inaccurate and downright idiotic coverage of Donald Trump --- a lapse in judgment and journalistic integrity that I'd never seen before and never thought possible. After 20 years, I trusted the magazine. I'm sad. The New Yorker was part of my adult intellectual life.

I expressed my displeasure to a a scientist where I work. He told me: "Well, you can always re-subscribe later..." :0  True.

I have a couple of weeks left. In the 1/2/17 issue, from an article by Yiyun Li:

Loneliness is the inability to speak with another in one's private language. That emptiness is filled with public language or romanticized connections....

I dread the moment when a thought trails off and a feeling starts, when one faces the eternal challenge of eluding the void for which one does not have words. To speak when one cannot is to blunder. I have spoken by having written -- this piece or any piece -- for myself and against myself. The solace is with the language I chose. The grief, to have spoken at all.

Sunday, January 01, 2017

Happy 2017!

Neighbors in my apartment complex were shooting off fireworks tonight in the parking lot an hour or so before New Year's. First I got mad because of the noise, then I went out and joined them! (What a difference!)