Wednesday, December 28, 2022

Life According to Beth Dutton

I just spent the day after Christmas with my mother, which went fine. She doesn't like my personality, but one thing she mentioned that I thought was semi-interesting: She thinks I'm like the "Yellowstone" character "Beth Dutton." I've never seen the show, but after she mentioned that, had to look her up:



To me, after watching only the above clip, Beth seems kind of sloppy (Real-Housewife-ish) and sans personality and says "fuckin'" way too much for no reason (bad, 28-yr-old writers?).

p.s. My mother and I also watched the movie "Tar" together, with my favorite modern-day actress Cate Blanchett. My mother---again, not a fan of me---also said that I reminded her of the "Lydia Tar" character! Hey: I'm perfectly fine with THAT! :)   https://youtu.be/Na6gA1RehsU

What's with these "insults" that turn out to be non-insults??!

Tammy Wynette: Stand By Your Man (Midnight Special)

Tammy Wynette: Til I Can Make It On My Own ('90s version of 1976 song)

Tammy Wynette + George Jones: We Loved It Away

Tammy Wynette + George Jones: Golden Ring

George Jones: She Loved A Lot In Her Time (1991)

About George's Mama, not mine.

George Jones: "Walk Through This World With Me" (1967)

Incident (Countee Cullen)


Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee;
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.

Now I was eight and very small,
And he was no whit bigger,
And so I smiled, but he poked out
His tongue, and called me, "Nigger."

I saw the whole of Baltimore
From May until December;
Of all the things that happened there
That's all that I remember.

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I was at my mother's home for Christmas and looking through my old school scrapbooks. I was in 6th grade and I had had a poetry assignment, and had hand-written out the above poem.

Leftist teachers today won't teach this poem because it has the word "nigger." Which is a shame, because the poem is so pure and heart-breaking. This is what poetry IS, and this is what makes you think about "race relations," about human relations and about hurtfulness. Not this current BS going on in the media and in academia, which try to force you to feel/think something.

Sunday, December 25, 2022

Live Aid 1985 (Wembley Stadium): Do They Know It's Christmas

These gits did nothing for Africa, but they looked cute and self-congratulatory while doing so.

George Jones: "The King Is Gone (So Are You)" (1989)

One of the best country songs ever.
Note that when old-school country artists do "Absurd" they don't require an accompanying academic treatise about "The Absurd" and its effects on "diversity, equity, and inclusion."



Last night I broke the seal on a Jim Beam decanter
That looks like Elvis
I soaked the label off a Flintstone Jelly Bean jar
I cleared us off a place on that
One little table that you left us
And pulled me up a big ole piece of floor

I pulled the head off Elvis
Filled Fred up to his pelvis
Yabba Dabba Doo, the King is gone
And so are you

'Round about ten we all got to talking
'Bout Graceland, Bedrock and such
The conversation finally turned to women
But they said they didn't get around too much
Elvis said, "Find 'em young"
And Fred said "Old Fashioned girls are fun"
Yabba Dabba Doo, the King is gone
And so are you

Later on it finally hit me
That you wouldn't be 'a comin' home no more
'Cause this time I know you won't forgive me
Like all of them other times before
Then I broke Elvis's nose
Pouring the last drop from his toes
Yabba Dabba Doo, the King is gone
And so are you
Yabba Dabba Doo, the King is gone
And so are you

Last night I broke the seal on a Jim Beam decanter
That looks like Elvis
I soaked the label off a Flintstone Jelly Bean jar....

Wednesday, December 21, 2022

HIROSHIMA MON AMOUR Opening Sequence Excerpt

Hiroshima Mon Amour (1959) Alain Resnais



My first time to see this movie... I was horrified and stunned more by the emotional devastation and its aftermath than by the physical devastation and its aftermath. (Which is partially the point of the movie.)

Saturday, December 17, 2022

George Jones: Choices (1999)



I never caught this the first few listens:
The lyrics say that if he'd listened to the voices telling him right from wrong, then he'd never be here today... We're only listening to him now because he chose the WRONG path!
Interesting! Regrets but no regrets.

Tuesday, December 13, 2022

Band Aid: Do They Know It's Christmas? (1984)



Did this make one bit of difference in Africa? Hell no.
Is it a great reference to the most popular (and self-congratulatory) UK singers in 1984? Hell yes.

Not-so-eagerly awaiting the "Climate Change Christmas" song.

Sunday, December 11, 2022

Elton John: Your Song (1970)

Elton John: Tiny Dancer (1971)

Do you want this transvestite anywhere near your nuclear codes?



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

This recently arrested "they" was appointed by the Biden Admin as
Deputy Assistant Secretary of Spent Fuel and Waste Disposition
in the Office of Nuclear Energy.
How was this mentally ill person ever appointed to a high-level government office?


I'm bisexual myself. Like the creepy Sam Brinton above, I might consider myself "gender fluid." But being "gender fluid" or, as they said in the olden days, "androgynous," is an internal sexual preference. Having bisexual feelings doesn't entail either stealing luggage or making a public clown of yourself!

To Sam Brinton: Being "gender fluid" doesn't mean wearing red lipstick and Joan Crawford necklaces---that's called being a transvestite. Perhaps you should come out as such, and resign from government office and seek, first, mental help and then other work---perhaps in the arts.

If you're this mentally obsessed with posing in red lipstick and various party dresses (and if you consider your singular self a "they"), then you obviously don't have the time to focus on the mundane activities that an actual, less-exotic government job might entail.

 

Queen: Killer Queen (Top Of The Pops, 1974)

Queen: Somebody To Love (1975)

Queen: Bohemian Rhapsody (1975)

Saturday, December 10, 2022

Elton John: Little Jeannie (Central Park, NYC 1980)



While I was going on about "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" below, I forgot the real impetus for re-listening to my Elton John CDs: My little black cat "Mini" (aka "Solomon Grundy," "Moonshine," "my Familiar," et al). I have many songs that I like to sing to her, but "Oh, little Mini..." is one of them.

A side-note: Today, Elton John and Freddie Mercury are the old/dead poster-boys for the currently trendy, shallow "Oh, aren't gay people great!" online opinions. Guess what---these guys were both supremely fucked-up and extremely popular during their own time---which has NOTHING TO DO WITH YOUR LATTER-DAY CONDESCENDING LEFT-WING APPROVAL! Your virtue-signaling is not needed 40 years later. Elton John and Freddie Mercury had already established themselves in rock history based purely on their music and talents and charisma and concert/album SALES...

Your current "affirmative action" is not necessary. In whatever era, real talent always shines through despite what the bloodless, corrupt Academia/Media tells us is supposed to be right and true.

Elton John + Kiki Dee: Don't Go Breaking My Heart (1976)



I've been singing "Oh, little Mini..." to my sickly little black cat for months now, and got a craving to hear the original 1980 "Little Jeannie" song by Elton John.

Fortunately, I have several Elton John CDs, including his '76 - '86 hits, which includes "Jeannie" plus other good songs that I like, like: I'm Still Standing, Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word, Don't Go Breaking My Heart, Empty Garden, I Guess That's Why They Call It the Blues, and Sad Songs.

While I was listening to the above CD for the "Little Jeannie" song, I also remembered how much I really liked this "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" single when it first came out. (While hating the Toni Tenille bangs and the overalls.)

Today when I hear it, I mightily want to see a Taylor Swift / Kanye West version. Yes, years past the initial 2009 MTV controversy, and Kanye is currently on the outs with mainstream media... But their duet would be hilarious and GREAT!

Thursday, December 08, 2022

I'm addicted to TV, so it's hard to stop...

But what I've noticed over the past few months, especially since Queen Elizabeth died in September... I feel better overall mentally when there's something on in the television background like the "history-only," non-eventful coverage of the death of QEII, or, for the past couple of weeks, a World Cup soccer game, that is also mainly non-eventful, yet provides a background of comforting low-key conversation, while also being semi-interesting at certain points....

What is NOT relaxing to me at the moment is non-stop news coverage, like I used to watch (and still do): Fox, Fox Business, BBC, I24 (Israeli TV). (CNN and MSNBC and NewsNation are horribly stupid; can't even watch these for more than 2 minutes.)

Since World Cup soccer hasn't been on for the past couple of days, and I'd gotten used to it, I tried to find substitutes for its absence: ... I dunno, the Smithsonian Channel? Story? Reelz? TCM?  The commercial-free TCM shows stupid stuff half the time; the others, too many commercials... Maybe I should turn off the TV and put on the Wagner set I just paid a whole lot for: Der Ring des Nibelungen... But it's somehow comforting to have pictures on in the background...

Overall, I'm doing fine with working from home, as I've done for the past 2 years. Just now starting to notice, though, that I'm getting edgy and wanting something different in my routine... Not quite sure what it might be.

Stop saying "Happy Monday/Tuesday/Wednesday," etc. Just STOP!

Over the past 6/8/12 months, I've noticed a horrible trend among both bosses via Teams and TV talk-show hosts: They open each "session" with, "Happy Monday/Tuesday/Wednesday," or whatever-the-hell day it is. Which is annoying enough (Really? You can't just say "Hi everyone!" or "Hello" or "Greetings" on one of those days? You really have to recite the day every single time?)---but what makes it very-much worse: Almost every time, the boss/talk-show host pretends like he/she can't remember the exact day. There's almost always a pause after "Happy..." while the person seemingly struggles to recall what day of the week it is. Once or twice, maybe you really forgot the day. But EVERY week-day for a year now?

The bizarre affectation is annoying as FUCK. STOP IT!!

Saturday, December 03, 2022

Elvis Presley: Baby, Let's Play House (1955)

Elvis Presley: My Way (June 1977)



Mock what he looks like... I did, too, when I was a kid.
But watch this: His mighty soul and talent and innate humbleness shine through his outward stupidity.

Elvis Presley: Unchained Melody (Rapid City, South Dakota; June 21, 1977)



Compare his drug-addled intro ramblings to the beauty and power of the actual song as he sings it. ("Sense memory" of some sort? That's an acting term that refers to childhood memories recollected in performances... This isn't quite the same thing, but it's very similar. When singing this song, the druggy, messed-up, present-day Elvis reverted to the pureness of himself and of the 1955 song that he'd learned much earlier.)

After years of prescription drug abuse, Elvis died 2 months later on August 16, 1977, at age 42.

(Who am I---an only barely above-average simpleton---to like/want life more than he did? Is it because he'd already done and witnessed everything on Earth, and there was nothing more for him to see?)

Friday, December 02, 2022

Psycho or just slow-witted?

Yesterday, on December 1, around 8am, I walked as usual on the 1st to the apartment office and dropped my physical rent check in their drop-box. As I exited the passage there, a tall, skinny young guy walked up to me. Thinking he was a resident, I said "Good morning" and then tried to walk on. He stopped me and said this exactly: "Hey, man, where are you from?"

Now usually, when you meet someone in passing, and you say "good morning" to them, they either nod or smile or say something similar back. They don't say "Hey, man, where are you from?"

I got bad vibes and didn't answer him, just walked quickly down the sidewalk back to my apartment. At the end of the sidewalk was a reflecting window, so I could see behind me---After I passed him, he started to follow me, then stopped and stared after me.

Freaked me out so much that I reported the incident to my apartment management office.

Then today, December 2, I was walking to the corner store in the afternoon... Again, the same guy approached me in the parking lot. I brushed past him without speaking, hoping he'd be gone by the time I came out of the store...

When I came out of the store, he was in an empty parking lot across the street; when he saw me, he started walking toward me... I again freaked out and walked quickly to my apartment complex office... I asked if they'd received my e-mail of the previous day about the "weird guy" hanging around... I started to describe the "weird guy," and then he shows up walking down the sidewalk to the office!

The office assistant manager that I was talking to was a big guy, so I felt safe when the weirdo pressed his face to the glass and then walked in... Office guy: "Henry, I'm busy right now, can't talk." The "weirdo" nodded and walked away. Turns out he's a retarded guy that had just moved in to the complex with his parents. The office guy assured me he was harmless.

WHEW! He's not a psychotic drug addict who's going to stalk and/or knife me! So that's good. But, as with the autistic girl that was running around the complex years ago (including in my backyard, in my home, and on my roof), why aren't this guy's parents watching out for him? Why is he wandering around the apartment complex and streets and empty lots without anybody supervising him?

Germany World Cup Squad: OUT!

The German World Cup squad was again knocked out of the Group Round (now, both in 2018 and 2022). Worst showing since 1950. Pictured here is this year's loser-squad posing in protest of not being allowed to wear their "OneLove" gay armbands; FIFA declared that any player wearing such a band would be automatically issued a yellow card---and good for FIFA!

I'm gay, but I'm sick of sports teams facing corporate and social pressure to post political views on either their uniforms or their courts/fields (the latter in the case of US football and basketball in recent years). In sports, as in most aspects of public life, I don't give a flying f*** about your sexual proclivities and I certainly don't want/need to see them officially proclaimed with armbands, on jerseys, on sports fields.

And re the German squad: Perhaps it's time to assemble a real GERMAN squad again, instead of virtue-signalling by choosing immigrants for over half of the team members. Over half of the German population is not black and Turkish. And the blacks/Turks are obviously not the most talented---or else why the early dismissal from the opening round the past 2 cycles?




 

Wednesday, November 30, 2022

George Jones: Radio Lover (1983)



[Spoken:]
He kisses her goodbye,
And heads for the radio station.
Aw, he hates to leave her,
But he's got another show to do.
He knows she gets lonely,
So he lets her know that he's thinking about her.
And though millions are listening,
She knows who he's talking to.

[Chorus]
Comin' to you live like I do every night
From the heart of your radio
I play a little sad, and I play a lotta glad
And a few ol' cheatin' songs

Here's hopin' everybody out in radio land
Finds a love just as true as mine
Good night angel, sleep tight darlin'
Close your pretty brown eyes

When the show is over,
Your radio lover
Will be home by your side

She's laying in bed
As her DJ tells her that he loves her
It would break his heart
If he knew she wasn't there alone
She knows when to cheat
And when to tell her lover to leave her
She knows they'll be safe
Just as long as his show goes on

[Spoken:]
He planned a surprise
For the night of their first anniversary.
He taped his show just so he could be home with her.
The radio was playing and,
As he walked in on her and her lover,
He heard himself saying
The last words that they ever heard...

[Chorus]
Comin' to you live like I do every night
From the heart of your radio
I play a little sad, and I play a lotta glad
And a few ol' cheatin' songs

Here's hopin' everybody out in radio land
Finds a love just as true as mine
Good night angel, sleep tight darlin'
Close your pretty brown eyes

When the show is over,
Your radio lover
Will be home by your side

[Chorus]
Hey, I'm comin' to you live like I do every night
From the heart of your radio
I play a little sad, and I play a lotta glad
And a few ol' cheatin' songs...


George Jones: Tennessee Whiskey (1983)



I used to spend my nights out in a bar room
Liquor was the only love I'd known
But you rescued me from reaching
For the bottle
And you brought me back from
Being too far gone

You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey
You're as sweet as strawberry wine
You're as warm as a glass of brandy
And I stay stoned on your love all the time

I looked for love in all the same old places
Found the bottom of the bottle always dry
But when you poured out your heart
I didn't waste it
'Cause there's nothing like your love
To get me high

You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey
You're as sweet as strawberry wine
You're as warm as a glass of brandy
And I stay stoned on your love all the time...

George Jones: I'd Rather Have What We Had (1983)



We used to drink Blue Nun there in room 321
Over the river, where we weren't well known
Now it's two coffees then off to the office
Then back in the driveway and sitting at home

Sneaking around with me
Being tied down with me
Which one would you rather have?
(Be honest)

Dying to be with me, watching TV with me
Is this what we wanted so bad?
Well, I'd rather have what we had

We carefully planned it, what our hearts demanded
No more motel rooms, no more cheating lies
Now we're looking at it, a neatly wrapped package
But open it up and there's no surprise

Sneaking around with me
Being tied down with me
Which one would you rather have?
(Be honest)

Dying to be with me, watching TV with me
Is this what we wanted so bad?
Well, I'd rather have what we had
Darling, I'd rather have what we had

George Jones: I Always Get Lucky with You (1983)



I've had good luck and bad luck
And no luck, it's true
But I always get lucky with you

I've been turned on and turned down
When the bars close at two
But I always get lucky with you

I keep two strikes against me
Most all of the time
And when it's down to just a phone call
I'm minus a dime

There's been good days and bad days
But when the day is through
I always get lucky with you...

I keep two strikes against me
Most all of the time
And when it's down to just a phone call
I'm minus a dime

There's been good days and bad days
But when the day is through
I always get lucky with you...

George Jones: Shine On (1983)



She'll never grace the centerfold of Playboy magazine
And chances are you'll never see her on the silver screen
She's by far the biggest star the world will never see
But she don't shine for the rest of the world
She's too busy shinin' on me.

Shine on, shine on,
Shine on though the world may never see
Oh my baby won't you, shine on, shine on,
Shine all your sweet love on me.

She won't be asked for autographs like all the movie stars
She won't wear Paris fashions or ride in chauffeured cars
But in her jeans she's the sexy dream that they'd all like to be
But she don't shine for the rest of the world
She's too busy shinin' on me.

Shine on, shine on,
Shine on though the world may never see
Oh my baby won't you, shine on, shine on,
Shine all your sweet love on me...


Saturday, November 26, 2022

Puppetoon Sequence: "Wonderful World of the Brothers Grimm" (1962)

Elves with grudges!
"Why am I up?"
"I'd rather be a bad-luck elf."
As I'd say to Bartleby the Scrivener: Get over it, philosophical elves, and sing your song!

Friday, November 18, 2022

Paul McCartney - Beautiful Night (1997)

Paul McCartney: Press (1986)

As someone on YouTube said: "This is embarrassingly '80s, but in a good way."
And Paul plays with his hair too much, but he's still very cute as "everyman-Paul-on-the-subway," and this is a catchy '80s pop song!

It's also a pleasant flash-back to the UK tube in the '80s. I highly doubt that the riders are still as mild today.

Wings: Junior's Farm (1974 Abbey Road Studios)

The Beatles - Paperback Writer (1966)

No "New York City" calendar for the first time in...15 years?

I actually can't remember the last time I DIDN'T order a "New York City" calendar for the new year. I lived there from 2007 to 2010. And before and after that, I had NYC calendars, thinking and dreaming about the place. From what I've been hearing lately, though, NYC is in horrible shape, and for the very first time in over 15 years or so, I have no desire to be there.

I couldn't decide on just one replacement, so ordered two: Archaic Celestial and Art Noveau.




 

Sunday, November 13, 2022

Truffaut

Have been watching many Truffaut films in the past few weeks, courtesy of Netflix (DVDs delivered via mail, not streamed): The 400 Blows, Jules and Jim, Shoot the Piano Player, Fahrenheit 451, Day for Night. My favorites: 400 Blows, Day for Night.

On Truffaut's Wikipedia page, was curious about this statement: "Truffaut was an atheist, but had great respect for the Catholic Church and requested a Requiem Mass for his funeral."

If you're an atheist, you don't request a Requiem Mass for your funeral. So he wasn't an atheist.


Saturday, November 12, 2022

Hunt You Down / Naked / C-Link (Paul McCartney, 2018 from "Egypt Station")




I can't find my love
No matter how hard I try
She's giving me the runaround
Makes me want to lay down and cry

Come on back to me right now
'Cos you don't have to stay away
I don't play no hide and seek
It's not a game I want to play

Traveling around the world
Trying to find a perfect mate
I found myself a little girl
But now she's started running away

Come on back to me right now
Don't wait til they unleash the hounds
If you don't get back today
They'll follow your trail and hunt you down

I've been taken for my younger brother
Life's a bastard but I have no other
I keep waking up when I'm trying to sleep
I've been naked since I was born
Born to follow you wherever you go
But my problem is I never do know
Where you're taking me I don't have a clue
I've been naked since I was born

Save my soul and set it free
Free to fly home
There's a place I'm meant to be
Back, back home

I've been broken in so many places
Put together by a sea of faces
What to make of them I don't hardly know
I've been naked for so long, so long


I've been taken for my younger brother
Life's a bastard but I have no other
I keep waking up when I'm trying to sleep
I've been naked for so long
I've been naked for so long
So long, so long now...


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As an addendum: McCartney released the above brilliant sequence when he was 76 years old!

Thursday, November 10, 2022

Pennsylvania's New Senator

WOW! A man born in 1969 who'd never held a job in his life until he got elected mayor of Braddock, PA (pop 1,721) in 2006 (at age 37), serving until 2019 (age 50)... At a $150 per month salary. Subsidized by his rich daddy (and kind sister, who sold him his house for...$1).

He was somehow elected Lieutenant Governor of Pennsylvania in 2019.

According to the left-wing arbiters of Wikipedia, re Fetterman's term as Lieutenant Gov:

An Associated Press review of Fetterman's daily schedule during his tenure as lieutenant governor found that he kept a light work schedule and was often absent from official state business.[66] From his inauguration in January 2019 until May 2022, Fetterman's official schedule was blank for one-third of workdays.[66] Additionally, the days that he worked were often short ranging from four to five hours.[66] He was often absent from presiding over the Pennsylvania State Senate, an official task of the lieutenant governor. In 2020, he attended only half of the sessions and in 2021, only one-third of the sessions.[66]

Oh, yeah, and he had a stroke back in May 2022, before the Democratic primary. Despite the stroke causing obvious brain damage, the Democrat party didn't ask him to step aside to let another candidate represent the party. Nor did his televised debate with Republican opponent Dr. Mehmet Oz in October 2022 dissuade the state's voters from electing this person who is utterly unqualified and incompetent---based on his personal history, his professional history (see above job performance record), AND his health.

What's next: Biden/Fetterman 2024?

If "Saturday Night Live" were still a real show, that would make a great skit. Unfortunately, all of the edgy Harvard/Yale writers they used to hire in decades past have now dumbed themselves down intellectually out of both PC cowardice and overt allegiance to one political party. For shame. And you wonder why there are historical crack-downs on such blatantly biased academics and intellectuals...

When, as a kid, I read about Germany and Soviet Russia and China's Mao in my school history books, I was innocently shocked: "No one should ever condemn journalists and teachers! They're so smart! They read books!" Well, I've been a first-hand witness in the past 7 years or so as to why exactly "journalists and teachers" are considered suspect---because they have an extreme left-wing bias (over 95% of teacher/academic and journalist donations are to the Democrat party), untempered by actual thought, that they actively try to impose on the public via their positions. Decades go by when we ignore it, or else they tone it down a bit for periods... But when their bias rears its ugly head too overtly and for too long, then of course there are going to be well-deserved repercussions. Frankly, after what I've witnessed since 2016 or so, I won't shed a tear.

Thursday, November 03, 2022

Wednesday, November 02, 2022

Paul McCartney: Golden Slumbers, Carry That Weight, The End



So in awe of this man's talent (and of his body---he's taken great care of himself!).
When he passes, it's going to be the equivalent of the passing of Queen Elizabeth II.
Paul McCartney's influence is/was THAT great.

Monday, October 31, 2022

Kanye West: Runaway (2010)



[Kanye West:]
And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong
You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast

[Kanye West:]
Let's have a toast for the douchebags
Let's have a toast for the assholes
Let's have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know
Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can

[Kanye West:]
She find pictures in my e-mail
I sent this bitch a picture of my dick
I don't know what it is with females
But I'm not too good at that shit
See, I could have me a good girl
And still be addicted to them hood rats
And I just blame everything on you
At least you know that's what I'm good at

[Kanye West:]
And I always find, yeah, I always find
Yeah, I always find something wrong
You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast

[Kanye West:]
Let's have a toast for the douchebags
Let's have a toast for the assholes
Let's have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know
Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can

[Kanye West and Rick James:]
Run away from me, baby
Ah, run away
Run away from me, baby (Look at you, look at you, look at you)
Run away
When it starts to get crazy (Look at you, look at you, look at you)
Then run away
Babe, I got a plan, run away as fast as you can
Run away from me, baby
Run away
Run away from me, baby (Look at, look at, look at, look at, look at, look at, look at you)
Run away
When it starts to get crazy (Look at you, look at you, look at you, look at you)
Why can't she just run away?
Baby, I got a plan
Run away as fast as you can (Look at you, look at you, look at you)

[Pusha T:]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five, pussy stays on my mind
I-I-I-I did it, alright, alright, I admit it
Now pick your next move, you could leave or live with it
Ichabod Crane with that motherfuckin' top off
Split and go where? Back to wearing knock-offs?
Haha, knock it off, Neimans, shop it off
Let's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off
Hoes like vultures, wanna fly in your Freddy loafers
You can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas
Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet
Comes with a price tag, baby, face it
You should leave if you can't accept the basics
Plenty hoes in the baller-nigga matrix
Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless
I'm just young, rich, and tasteless, P

[Kanye West:]
Never was much of a romantic
I could never take the intimacy
And I know I did damage
'Cause the look in your eyes is killing me
I guess you knew of that advantage
'Cause you could blame me for everything
And I don't know how I'ma manage
If one day, you just up and leave

[Kanye West:]
And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong
You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast

[Kanye West:]
Let's have a toast for the douchebags
Let's have a toast for the assholes
Let's have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know
Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can

Rihanna, Kanye West, Paul McCartney: FourFiveSeconds (2015)

Kanye West - Only One (2014)




Tell Nori about me, tell Nori
I just want you to do me a favor

Tell Nori about me...


Saturday, October 29, 2022

Kanye West: Jesus Walks

Don't cancel free-thinking artists.
Cancel the Fascist group-think Democrats instead, and every media platform that supports them.
Vote November 8 for Free Speech.


Monday, October 24, 2022

Rishi Sunak to become Britain's 1st prime minister of color




What's the point of having a country if the descendants of the country's creators are not in charge of running it? Why have "countries" then? Imagine if an Anglo were to run for leadership in India---he'd be laughed out of the contest because that country has a concept of its own heritage. Why is the UK not allowed to have the same?

Was Lincoln REALLY a "great" president?

Was watching a bio of Jefferson on the "Story" basic-cable station. Though Jefferson, a tobacco farmer, did own slaves, he also, back in the 1700s, advocated for a "gradual emancipation," granting freedom to all slaves at a certain age (and also attacked slavery in his original draft of the Declaration of Independence, which was voted down by "committee decision" in order to get the Southern states to sign on to the Declaration).

Lincoln, on the other hand, led the country into a civil war and then issued the abrupt Emancipation Proclamation in 1863, which has resulted in 150 years of racial turmoil. (Yes, slavery was/is wrong, but---was forcing Southerners, post-war, to be ruled by former slaves in their legislatures really the right decision, or was this the key to decades of ongoing conflict? I'd never heard of Jefferson's "gradual emancipation" before, but this seems like it would have been a wiser course, started back in the 1700s.)

I grew up reading in schoolbooks that Lincoln was one of the "Top Two" presidents---he and Washington. But is leading the country into a civil war really worthy of being considered "great"? A civil war in the country seems like the ultimate failure for any president.

p.s. And today's Northerners needn't feel so superior: During the Civil War, New York City attempted to secede from "the Union" so it could continue to trade with the South. And young men in New York rioted to avoid conscription into a war that they had no desire to fight.

What's the actual US inflation rate right now?

Official stats as of September 2022: 8.2%.  
Now, this in and of itself is HUGE---the highest rate of inflation in 40 years.

But, the thing is: 8.2% is far from correct. It's actually much higher.

Average price of a gallon of gas in January 2021 = $2.39. Today = $3.99. That's a 66% inflation rate.

Average price of my groceries every 3 weeks from January thru April 2022 = $186. From April thru October 2022 = $228. That's a 22.5% inflation rate.  (I'm anal, and I write down what I spend on groceries on my wall calendar. Just went and averaged everything I'd written down all year. And, no, I haven't changed my shopping habits between pre-April and post-April.)

My rent up until April 2022 + tacked-on utility bills = $1473. Post-April 2022 = $1712. That's a 16% inflation rate.

I just received my quarterly report for my 401(k) retirement account: Despite the money that I and my employer have been contributing, my account is DOWN 21% in the past 3 months. In the past year, the money I've been contributing, and that my employer has been partially matching, has simply disappeared.


You can calculate the percentage increase in your bills at this site: http://www.alcula.com/calculators/finance/percentage-calculator/#gsc.tab=0

p.s. According to CNBC, a far-left news site, benefits for food stamp recipients have been increased by the Federal Govt by 25% as of October 2022. If the inflation rate is only 8.2%, why the increase of 25%?

Thursday, October 20, 2022

TÁR - Teaser

I haven't been to an actual movie theater to see a new film in I don't know how long.
But I'm definitely going to be there for this! (Opens in Austin today, 10/20.)




https://www.metacritic.com/movie/tar-2022/critic-reviews

Saturday, October 15, 2022

Bob Marley: Redemption Song (1980)




Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By the hand of the Almighty
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly

Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have
Redemption songs
Redemption songs

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy
'Cause none of them can stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fulfill the book

Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have
Redemption songs
Redemption songs
Redemption songs

Thursday, October 13, 2022

John Lennon: You Are Here (1973)




From Liverpool to Tokyo
What a way to go
From distant lands one woman one man
Let the four winds blow

Three thousand miles over the ocean
Three thousand light years from the land of the rising sun

Love has opened up my eyes
Love has blown right through
Wherever you are, you are here

Three thousand miles over the ocean
Three thousand light years from the land of surprising sun

East is east and west is west
The twain shall meet
East is west and west is east
Let it be complete

Three thousand miles over the ocean
Three thousand light years from the land of the morning star

John Lennon: Nobody Loves You (When You're Down And Out)



Nobody loves you when you're down and out
Nobody sees you when you're on cloud nine
Everybody's hustlin' for a buck and a dime
I'll scratch your back and you scratch mine

I've been across to the other side
I've shown you everything, I got nothing to hide
And still you ask me do I love you, what it is, what it is
All I can tell you is it's all show biz
All I can tell you is it's all show biz

Nobody loves you when you're down and out
Nobody knows you when you're on cloud nine
Everybody's hustlin' for a buck and a dime
I'll scratch your back and you knife mine

I've been across the water now so many times
I've seen the one-eyed witch doctor leading the blind
And still you ask me do I love you, what you say, what you say
Everytime I put my finger on it, it slips away
Everytime I put my finger on it, it slips away

Well I get up in the morning and I'm looking in the mirror to see, ooo wee!
Then I'm lying in the darkness and I know I can't get to sleep, ooo wee!

Nobody loves you when you're old and grey
Nobody needs you when you're upside down
Everybody's hollerin' 'bout their own birthday
Everybody loves you when you're six foot in the ground

John Lennon: Surprise Surprise (Sweet Bird Of Paradox) (Alt. Version)



My second-favorite song from "Walls and Bridges."

Sweet as the smell of success
Her body's warm and wet
She gets me through this God-awful loneliness
A natural high, butterfly
Oh I, I need, need, need her
 
Just like a willow tree
A breath of spring you see
And, oh boy, you don't know what she do to me
She make me sweat and forget who I am
I need, need, need, need, need her

Well, I was wonderin' how long this could go on, on and on?
Well, I thought, I could never be surprised
But could it be that I bit my own tongue?
Oh yeah, it's so hard to swallow when you're wrong

A bird of paradise
The sunrise in her eyes
God only knows such a sweet surprise
I was blind, she blew my mind
Think that I, I love, love, love, love, love her


Wednesday, October 12, 2022

John Lennon: Going Down On Love (1974)



This was the first John Lennon album I ever bought, with my allowance, in 1980 (age 15)---pre his December 8 murder. This was, at the time, my favorite song from the album.

"Somebody please, please help me
You know I'm drowning in a sea of hatred..."

Am I suddenly in an alternate universe?!

Back in June, I took my car in for what I thought would be a routine inspection + oil change. (Oh yeah, and the engine light was on --- but that had happened a few times before; usually solved by tightening the gas cap.) This time, though, the auto shop couldn't figure out why the engine light was on, and so could not pass my car for inspection. They ended up doing endless "diagnostics" and finally determined that they had to send off to both California and Canada for some random hoses. After a month of taking my car in and out of this shop 3 times, the final bill was over $800. For 4 hoses that did not threaten the safety of either myself or my fellow drivers on the road but were somehow necessary for my passing the State inspection.

Luckily, I had money to pay for it. But I DID leave a very disgruntled review on Yelp. Something along the lines of: "Very nice staff, and I appreciate their shuttle service back to my apt each time, but... Why did this take a month to fix? And why did 4 hoses cost me over $800? A rip-off with a smile..."

I thought that was that. I'd gotten ripped off, but I at least got to vent on Yelp (big whoo!).

Today, though, three months later, the manager of the auto shop called me and said he'd just read my review on Yelp---was there anything he could do? (Wow! Is this a fantasy conversation, or what?!) I politely explained my exact feelings about the whole thing: Why did I have to keep re-bringing my car into the shop 3 times? Why did 4 hoses + "diagnostics" end up costing me over $800? I understand about Covid and "the supply chain" and such, but...

This very nice manager's reply: "If we could offer you a partial refund, what do you think would be fair?" WOW!! Really?! I told him I felt guilty about quoting any price, because I didn't want to seem like I was blackmailing him over a Yelp review... but then...he had called ME! So I quoted him a price of $200---and he agreed to refund that amount to my bank account! I got a receipt tonight showing that refund amount (still hasn't shown up in my account; takes a few days). And, yes, I'm going to change my Yelp review, which is what he wanted---and which is what he deserves, given his fantastic customer service!

I completely understand that the manager of this auto shop doesn't want bad reviews on Yelp. But that said, I've left a few other bad reviews on Yelp to various types of other places, and absolutely no one cares. In general, one can review to one's heart's content online, with no one paying any attention to you whatsoever!

This manager, though... For the first time in many years, I felt like I was in an utterly SANE universe, where you can express your thoughts and/or concerns and someone responds to them. In other words, in today's world, an "Alternate Universe"!

(To this day, I remember wrangling with an Austin apartment manager in the '90s who would not send me a mere $20 out of the $500 apartment deposit I'd paid; when I finally complained 2 weeks after the $20 check was due to me, the manager sniped: "Why are you so worried about $20?" I replied: "Because I'm very poor. Why do you think I had to move out of this apartment?" Note that I didn't say anything about $480 of the $500 deposit they'd cheated me out of. I just was desperate for the meager $20 that should have been sent to me 2 weeks earlier. And then I got verbally shit on for "daring" to ask why I hadn't yet received it.)

Such a LIGHT feeling after talking to this car-shop guy. Not at all just the money, I must emphasize. I'd paid it, I was done. But the fact that someone at the business cared about how his business was perceived, and wanted to make it right with a customer. I haven't experienced this sort of responsiveness in years, decades: Someone who actually wants to do the right thing.

Tuesday, October 11, 2022

You're the Reason Our Kids are Ugly: Loretta Lynn & Conway Twitty (1978)



You're the reason I'm a-ridin' around on recapped tires
And you're the reason I'm hangin' our clothes outside on wires
And you're the reason our kids are ugly, little darlin'
Ah, but looks ain't ev'rythin' and money ain't ev'rythin'
But I love you just the same

You're the reason I've changed to beer from soda pop
And you're the reason I never get to go to the beauty shop
You're the reason our kids are ugly, little darlin'
Ah, but looks ain't ev'rythin', and money ain't ev'rythin'
But I love you just the same

I guess that we won't ever have everything we need
'Cause when we get ahead it's got another mouth to feed

And that's the reason that my good looks and my figure is gone
And that's the reason that I ain't got no hair to comb
And you're the reason our kids are ugly, little darlin'
Ah, but looks ain't ev'rythin', and money ain't ev'rythin'
But I love you just the same

Conway, why in the devil don't you go and shave and put on a clean pair of pants?

But Loretta, look at yourself
Now I wish you'd take them curlers out of your hair and go put on a little makeup
And get out of that housecoat before supper

Ha, well let me tell you something
Conway, considerin' everything that I went through today
I look like a movie star...


Conway Twitty & Loretta Lynn: Louisiana Woman, Mississippi Man (1974)



I love this song, which I first heard constantly played on the 1970s AM radios of my childhood.

One thing I've always wondered about Conway Twitty, though:

I read in one George Jones bio that at some point, George was wasted and out of control and yelled at some man he was grappling with: "You Conway Twitty-acting mother fucker!"

I've always been curious, and I've never been able to find out: What exactly does "acting like Conway Twitty" actually mean?

Sunday, October 09, 2022

The Beatles: It's Only Love (1965)

Who would you call out for when you were dying?

Abigail Folger, age 25, called out for her mother while she was being stabbed to death. I always found that utterly touching and innocent.




The Eyes of Texas: Post-2022 OU Game

Note: Communist professors and students at UT tried to ban this historic song a couple of years ago. Glad that the Regents stood up for SOMETHING.




2022: Texas Longhorns vs. Oklahoma Sooners (49 to ZERO)!!!!

I went grocery shopping right before this game started; thought I'd be in an out, but when I got home, it was halftime, and the Horns were ahead 28 to nothing! How satisfying was this!


Friday, October 07, 2022

Loretta Lynn: One's on the Way (1972)




They say to have her hair done Liz flies all the way to France
And Jackie's seen in a discotheque doing a brand new dance
And the White House social season should be glittering and gay

But here in Topeka the rain is a-falling
The faucet is a-dripping
And the kids are a-bawling
One of them is toddling
And one is a-crawling
And one's on the way

I'm glad that Raquel Welch just signed a million dollar pact
And Debbie's out in Vegas, working up a brand new act
While the TV's showing Newlyweds a real fun game to play

But here in Topeka the screen door's a-banging
The coffee's boiling over
And the wash needs a-hanging
One wants a cookie
And one wants a-changing
And one's on the way

Now what was I doing?
Jimmy get away from there
Darn there goes the phone

Hello honey
What's that you say?
You're bringing a few ole Army buddies home?
You're calling from a bar?
Get away from there!
No not you honey, I was talkin' to the baby; wait a minute honey the door bell
Honey could you stop at the market and hello hello well I'll be

The girls in New York City, they all march for women's lib
And Better Homes and Gardens shows the modern way to live
And the pill may change the world tomorrow
But meanwhile today
Here in Topeka the flies are a-buzzing
The dog is a-barking and the floor needs a-scrubbing
One needs a-spanking and one needs a-hugging Lord
One's on the way

Oh gee I hope it ain't twins again

Loretta Lynn: Fist City (1968)




You've been making your brags around town
That you've been a-loving my man
But the man I love, when he picks up trash
He puts it in a garbage can
And that's what you look like to me
And what I see is a pity
You'd better close your face and stay out of my way
If you don't wanna go to Fist City

If you don't wanna go to Fist City
You'd better detour around my town
'Cause I'll grab you by the hair of your head
And I'll lift you off of the ground
I'm not a-sayin' my baby is a saint, 'cause he ain't
And that he won't cat around with a kitty
I'm here to tell you, gal, to lay off of my man
If you don't wanna go to Fist City

Come on and tell me what you told my friends
If you think you're brave enough
And I'll show you what a real woman is
Since you think you're hot stuff
You'll bite off more than you can chew
If you get too cute or witty
You better move your feet, if you don't wanna eat
A meal that's called Fist City

If you don't wanna go to Fist City
You'd better detour around my town
'Cause I'll grab you by the hair of your head
And I'll lift you off of the ground
I'm not a-sayin' my baby is a saint, 'cause he ain't
And that he won't cat around with a kitty
I'm here to tell you, gal, to lay off of my man
If you don't wanna go to Fist City

I'm here to tell you, gal, to lay off of my man
If you don't wanna go to Fist City

Loretta Lynn: Don't Come Home A-Drinkin' With Lovin' On Your Mind (1967)



Well you thought I'd be waitin' up when you came home last night
You'd been out with all the boys and you ended up half tight
But liquor and love they just don't mix, leave the bar or me behind
And don't come home a drinkin' with lovin' on your mind
No don't come home a drinkin' with lovin' on your mind
Just stay out there on the town and see what you can find
Cause if you want that kind of love well you don't need none of mine
So don't come home a drinkin' with lovin' on your mind
[ steel - guitar ]
You never take me anywhere because you're always gone
Many a night I've laid awake and cried dear all alone
And you come in a kissin' on me it happens every time
No don't come home a drinkin' with lovin' on your mind
No don't come home a drinkin'...
No don't come home a drinkin' with lovin' on your mind

Loretta Lynn: You Ain't Woman Enough To Take My Man (1966)

Loretta Lynn: The Pill (1975)




RIP Loretta Lynn (4/14/32 - 10/4/22)

Released in 1975, this then-controversial and radical song about birth control (especially coming from an ostensibly conservative country singer) was initially banned from some Country stations but ultimately went to #5 on the US Country charts and #1 in Canada.

---------------

You wined me and dined me when I was your girl
Promised if I'd be your wife, you'd show me the world
But all I've seen of this old world is a bed and a doctor bill
I'm tearing down your brooder house 'cause now I've got the pill

All these years, I've stayed at home while you had all your fun
And every year that's gone by, another baby's come
There's gonna be some changes made right here on Nursery Hill
You've set this chicken your last time 'cause now I've got the pill

This old maternity dress I've got is going in the garbage
The clothes I'm wearing from now on won't take up so much yardage
Miniskirts, hot pants, and a few little fancy frills
Yeah, I'm making up for all those years since I've got the pill

I'm tired of all your crowing how you and your hens play
While holding a couple in my arms, another is on the way
This chicken's done tore up her nest and I'm ready to make a deal
And you can't afford to turn it down 'cause you know I've got the pill

This incubator is over-used because you've kept it filled
But feeling good comes easy now since I've got the pill
It's getting dark, it's roosting time, tonight's too good to be real
Aw, but Daddy don't you worry none 'cause Mama's got the pill
Oh, Daddy don't you worry none 'cause Mama's got the pill

Tuesday, October 04, 2022

Uh-oh...

For the past 7 years or so, my living room at two apartments has been dominated by a pair of 1970s original Martin Kreloff prints of Joan Crawford: 21 x 21, and 22 x 30 inches.

After the past 2 weeks of watching Antonioni films with Monica Vitti, though, I just, on the spur of the moment, "invested" in the below expensive, huge 5 ft x 4 ft poster---which is, of course, going to now take wall precedence and change how I view things in my everyday life.

How strange... I mean, seriously, this thing is 5 ft tall! It's going to be a dramatic statement piece for the next decade! I LIKE Vitti at the moment, and I LIKE Antonioni's tetralogy with HER at the moment (not particularly liking anything of Antonioni's beyond this, and not knowing anything of Vitti's subsequent Italian films except for clips). I loved "Red Desert," though, and I loved Vitti in it. And I think the poster looks very cool.

This was very expensive for me (though under $500, after searching online poster stores plus eBay). A few months ago, I bargained unsuccessfully on eBay with a guy in New Jersey re a life-size shot of Nijinsky (his $5000 vs my $1000)! Monica is going in the same space once reserved for Nijinsky.



 

Friday, September 30, 2022

A Horrible Side-Effect of Having My Apt Cleaned

The cleaning was on Wednesday afternoon. And after, I didn't see my little black cat Solomon/Mini for more than 24 hours.

I've got 5 cats (mom and her 3 babies, plus a half-grown relation with the same marks---Cinco/Mrs. Beasley---who was hanging around a few months later in winter and that I let in the house to get her out of the rain).

Two cats came out of hiding maybe 3 hours after the cleaners left. Two others came out later that evening. My little black cat, though, was missing. After about 18 hours and no Mini, I started to get nervous: What if, when the cleaning ladies left the door open for 5 mins, she ran out? What if, when the cleaning ladies were changing the linens on my bed (under which the cats hide when they're scared), they accidentally smothered Mini? After 24 hours, and two feeding times, and me calling for her constantly, she still didn't appear. I felt sick to my stomach. And I started calculating percentages that she was REALLY dead (finally came up with 95% alive and 5% dead in some bizarre way).

In the wee hours of Friday morning, she did appear, though. By the light of the TV, I woke up and saw her when she jumped on top of my living-room coffee table, and then we had a love-fest (she's the only cat of the five that will lie on top of my stomach for a long time and lick my nose about 100 times until I stop her). I actually cried when I saw her again.

When I got up for the day a couple of hours later, she was still hanging around on top of the table, but after that, she went into her hiding place again and didn't come out for the usual daily feeding with the others (morning, and around 2pm, and then around 9pm). Which has never happened before, except when she was very sick a couple of years ago as a youngster.

Solomon/Mini is the only one of my cats that I really worry about (probably because she almost died from a stomach ailment when she was a kitten). I worried about the new adoptee (Cinco/Mrs. Beasley) when she kept hiding from me for about 1 whole year! But once she decided to come out and about after that year, she's been hale and hearty and unafraid. My Mini, though, seems to be more sensitive than the others, and she doesn't eat as well as the others, sometimes dismissing food (aside from the usual kibble, even tuna and Temptations treats) for a day or two.

I've jokingly called Mini "my Familiar" in the past in reference to past witches and their so-called "Familiars." But now I think Mini really might be that. Not in the sense that she's helping me cast any spells or anything (!), but just that she's soul-connected to me. I love all of my cats and would, of course, be upset if anything happened to any of them. But I also think of the other four as sturdy and as survivors, capable of fending for themselves. If, say, a hurricane or fire ever occurred, I might open my doors to let the others escape and fend for themselves (Mama and Cinco are smart, originally feral cats). But if I were fleeing a natural disaster, I would first load Mini up in a crate and take her with me.

[All of the above said: Despite my feelings for Mini and her sensitivity, I will indeed still have my apartment cleaned every 3 months, despite the trauma for cats! With the hope that they'll remember that 3 months ago, things were loud but they were all OK in the end---kinda like when they all, as young cats, had to go in to get fixed and have their shots... and, look, they still came home OK!]

Wednesday, September 28, 2022

I'm a little slow.

After reading the below post, I got to thinking: It's now become blatantly obvious to me that I'm more than a little slow about most wordly things!

I didn't know how to put a tampon in until I went to college in 1983, when a friend had to coach me through the process (she on one side of the bathroom door and me on the other).

I didn't know how to do laundry until I went to college in '83. (Thanks again to a roommate for showing me how---after I'd borrowed a white shirt from her and washed it in a load with reds and blacks and ruined it.)

I didn't know how to order from or tip at a restaurant until I went to college in '83. (My parents didn't go out much.)

I didn't have sex until I was 23. (My first lover, a woman and an awful person, is still the only lover I've ever lived with.)

I didn't get my Bachelor's degree until I was 28. (Though I did hurry up and get my Master's a mere 3 years later.)

I didn't get my first computer until 2000 (which my mom bought for me), when I was 35. (In my defense, I HAVE been working since I was 16---just at low-paying jobs! All of my friends had computers by the mid-'90s, but I never could afford one.)

I didn't have a pedicure until I moved to New York City in 2007, when I was 42.

I didn't buy my own car until 2016, when I was 51 (!). From age 16 until I moved to NYC in 2007, I'd always driven free used hand-me-downs from my parents: Pinto (from my father), and then a Dodge and Mazda from my mother, and then the used Ford Contour that my mom paid for (and that I was supposed to make payments on but did not after the first few months---sorry Mom). My first car purchase with my own money was my used Mazda 2 in 2016 (still driving it). Still have never bought a NEW car!

And now... I never paid to have my apartment cleaned until 2022, when I was 57!

What the hell is next? Falling in love with an actually deeply MORAL person who's also kinda cool on the surface? Getting married? Backpacking across Europe? (Or, at this stage, RV-ing across the United States?) Finding out that Earth was a destination hundreds of thousands of years ago for higher-intelligence refugees from a tapped-out Mars? Kind of a joke, but...we're not satisfied---we're obviously disconnected from some tap root...

I did it!!

After thinking and talking about it for over a year now, I FINALLY found a cleaning lady (in this case, a mother/daughter pair of ladies) and got my apartment professionally cleaned! None of the Yelp listings worked out, but I finally got info from my boss, who doesn't use a service but just "knows someone." The women stayed for a whopping 3-1/2 hrs and only charged $140 total (plus I added a $30 tip because I was very happy)---which was much less than anyone on Yelp.

My main concerns were my floors/rugs and throw-rugs/bathrooms---and all of the cat hair that had accumulated on my furniture and bedding and floorboards! (I've been pretty good about keeping up with countertops and fridge and microwave and inside of oven, so they didn't have to do much in the kitchen, though they did clean the ground-in grease off the oven-top.)

The place looks friggin' beautiful! I'd thought that my living-room shag carpet was a goner, just meant for carting out to the dumpster and starting over thanks to all of the cat hair and me not liking to vacuum shag rugs (because they're HARD and actually sweat-inducing to vacuum)! Nope---brought back to life. And all the cat hair along the base-boards and behind doors and within couch and chairs is all gone! (While the women were working, I snuck a look at all the cat hair they'd gathered in one spot in the hallway---a mass about the size of a basketball!) And I can now walk in my bathroom without hating myself for my laziness, and in the area outside of the spare bathroom used for cat litter without stepping all over stray litter that the cats had tracked outside of the tub! (Last year, I had bought 2 mats specifically for catching litter, but hadn't used them because I was waiting until I had thoroughly mopped the area first---and so they went unused. Immediately after the cleaners left, I laid them down!)

And then there were all the extras---most excitingly for me, I asked if they changed linens, and they did! It's always been my (sad little) fantasy to have sheets on my bed that are appropriate for the season, and I do OWN 4 nice sets of sheets (yellow/gold for Spring, cherry-ish red for Summer, coppery brown for Fall, and wine/burgundy for Winter). It's just that I didn't ever fancy the idea of changing them: (1) Because it's a pain in general, and (2) my floors always seemed dirty and where was I going to put all of the pillows and comforter while I pulled off the old sheets and put on the new ones? Plus, (3): Living alone, I often just fall asleep on the living-room couch at night, so my bed sheets really don't get very dirty since not often used. But someone else changed the sheets for me! And now I have Fall sheets on my bed for the Fall!

So, for the bargain price of $170, I got quite a HUGE psychological boost! I'm not horribly messy (I'm pretty good at picking big stuff up, good at counters, very good at keeping my fridge clean, and I'm not a neat freak, so I think I can get away with only having the cleaners over every 3 months from now on, with me only doing spot cleans in between (avoiding toilets, carpets, baseboards, and sheets almost completely).

Finally getting cleaners was definitely a good experience. I was home the whole time (though many online sites recommend that you leave to let the cleaners do their thing), but working at my computer in a corner of my apartment kept me facing the wall, so I didn't feel I was intruding on their cleaning by sitting there and WATCHING them or anything. And the two ladies were very professional and unobtrusive. (I'd initially even told them NOT to clean the area where I was working, but near the end, I asked if I could get up and go elsewhere and if they could get rid of the cat hair underneath my two tables, which they quickly did.)

There was a definite language barrier (they spoke little English, and I spoke no Spanish), but at the beginning, I just walked them around the apartment and either pointed to stuff or gestured "No" about stuff, and they figured it out. (I also knew that "cat" was "gato," so at one point when they left the front door open for a couple of minutes, I was able to gesture and say "gato"!) And at the end, there was some confusion about payment---the person on the phone that I intially set up the appointment with had said that Venmo was an option, but these ladies didn't know what Venmo was, so I ended up with an English-speaking relative of theirs on the phone and just paying with a check---yes, I made sure that my cleaning lady had a bank account and that she wrote down her exact name for me to make the check out to!

BTW: Yes, all 5 of my cats were traumatized. Under the bed is their normal hiding spot (when they hear a delivery knock at the front door, for example), but this time, because the cleaners were doing some of their work in the bedroom, they kept dodging between rooms and under/behind various pieces of furniture. Three hours later, only 3 of 5 have finally popped back out to say "hi" to me, even when treats were involved. (Sorry guys, but... Get used to it every 3 months! Your fur is partially responsible for this!) :

 






 

Tuesday, September 27, 2022

Congrats to Italy's Giorgia Meloni!

This German news station is left-wing and Communist, but it was the best I could find.
The point is: Meloni is pro-sovereignty, as every country should be. (No country should ever let the EU determine their policies.)

A Tribute to MONICA VITTI

Monday, September 26, 2022

"L'Eclisse Twist" (Mina, 1962)

Antonioni's "L'Eclisse" (1962)


Antonioni leaves clues everywhere, and begins here with the shelf full of books in the author’s apartment as the lovers are about to part. I couldn’t make out most of the titles, but one was something-“Economica,” and a subsequent shot of magazines on the table revealed something-“Socialista.” So the inept forsaken lover is an academic and Socialist.

Not that this matters to Vittoria (Monica Vitti): She’s not political; in fact, her next lover (Alain Delon) is a high-energy capitalist day-trader (who actually KNOWS something first-hand about "economics," and who also happens to manage her own mother’s stocks). Vittoria’s ennui isn’t assuaged by either end of the spectrum. 

She’s lethargic, mostly, until given the chance to role-play: She comes alive at a friend’s apartment, when enacting a Kenyan dance after looking at photos of Africa; and when later spending time with Delon, she’s most animated when re-enacting tableaux of other lovers she’s seen on the streets. Antonioni has also made her a translator by profession---again, she has no words of her own. (Her “flightiness” is also exhibited when she seems most satisfied when up in a plane piloted by her friend’s husband.) Delon’s own shallowness is parallel with Vittoria’s: Compare his dismay at his regular call girl’s new hair color---she’d suddenly changed from his preferred blonde (Vittoria’s hair color) to brunette---with Vittoria’s making a U-turn in the street while with Delon when another handsome man passes by.

All is set amidst one of Mussolini’s actual 1930s created-from-scratch suburbs: In this case, EUR---with its nuclear-cloud-shaped tower (nuclear annihilation also on everyone’s mind circa 1962) dominating the horizon, and deserted streets, and new construction, and puny trees supported by wires. There’s no history here whatsoever. Vittoria and her initial jilted lover live in this suburb. Delon’s Piero, on the other hand, has a historical family home in the city of Rome---he also actually is passionate about what he does, despite Vittoria’s disdain for it.


Sunday, September 25, 2022

"They're not on your side."

Not everything has to be dramatic, like---OMG! SEXUAL ABUSE!!!!

There are, though, often ongoing tedious belittlings that wear you down. Not enough for a hash-tag, or anything. But, still...they build up, and you wonder why they happened.

In 1976, the nation's Bicentennial, my middle school handed out envelopes, and if you put your name and return address on them, they'd send them to your home with Bicentennial stamps. I filled out my name and address on 5 envelopes, and they were mailed to my home. When my mother saw them: "Why did you put your own name on all of these?"

In 1983: I was 18, and with my mother and younger brother in Germany. While we were all standing on a street-corner in a German city with one of my mother's two older sisters, I lit a cigarette. My mother insisted that I put the cig out, which I did (and her sister later praised me for how docile I was). I learned later that my mother, while a pre-teen in the '50s, often sneaked cigarettes. At one point, when she and a friend were caught smoking, an old woman chastised them: "Just like the Russians!" (My point: If my mother sneaked cigs as a kid in the '50s, then why so adamant in 1983 re my own smoking? At that point, it wasn't verboten for grown women to smoke in public any more---I don't think it had been since the '30s.)

In 2010, when I got back to Austin from NYC, I had to move into a 400-sq-ft apartment because I couldn't afford anything more. One room, one closet. My mother had one crate of my old LPs stored at her 1400-sq-ft house. For the whole time I was at this 400-sq-ft place, I constantly heard: "When are you going to pick up your records?" Not just once. A dozen times.

None of the above is dramatic. It's just constantly soul-draining. Like when there's a family Christmas gathering, and Mom blatantly takes pictures of everyone except me (!). Sounds stupid when you complain about it, but at the time, and later, it's actually hurtful.

My parents divorced in 1977 when I was 12, and my dad was overtly awful prior to that. So, obviously, my mother was the better of the two. She was well-organized and kept a clean house; Christmases and birthdays were very nice, and I appreciate them.

One thing I remember, though, pre-1977 while they were still married and we all lived in the same house: Whatever had just happened to me and whatever humiliation I was just feeling: I heard an actual voice (inner, or was it a voice from the cosmos?) that said: "They're not on your side." Wow! I'd never heard such a thing before, and I never heard such a thing since. Whatever this "voice" was, it utterly validated my own feelings. I wasn't crazy after all for thinking that my own parents didn't like me. Hard thing to admit: Neither of my parents liked me, much less loved me.

Friday, September 23, 2022

What does Alabama sound like?

I've always wondered what Zelda Fitzgerald sounded like when she talked. I knew she was from Montgomery, Alabama, but all post-representations of her in film had ridiculous, broad, phony "Southern accents."

My workplace just recently hired a remote worker from Alabama. During our morning Teams meetings, I've been hanging on her every brief word.



 

Monica Vitti (La Notte)

At this point near the end of the film, Vitti funnily says something like, you two have worn me out!

(Vitti's daughter-of-the-Industrialist character isn't really the point of the whole film, though she's a catalyst. The Moral Moreau has already been non-sexually open to new experiences for the past hour of the film; the Immoral Mastroianni has been closed off to anything but overt sexual experiences. They both converge on Vitti's character at the end of the film.)

First Time for a Cleaning Lady

I'm over 50, and I've never in my life had a cleaning lady/person come to my apartment. (1) Because I never could afford it until a couple of years ago; and (2) Because I just felt working-class guilty---why the hell couldn't I clean up after myself?

At this point, though, I'm friggin' sick of looking at my toilets/shower and rugs that I haven't felt like cleaning/vacuuming for the past year. If someone wants money to do this chore for me, then, by god, I'll pay 'em to do it!

When I started searching Yelp, though, for the best-rated and to request quotes, I got some odd-balls in response:

One company rep (apparently a one-woman show) wrote:

So the monthly fee will be $150 for approx 4 man hours, give or take 15 minutes. And I can strip and make your bed for you. Most of the time, I work alone. I provide all cleansers, vacuum, mop, rags, etc. I also can work in what I call extra projects, one per visit. They consist of things like cobwebs, ceiling fans, wet wipe baseboards, wet wipe woodwork, edge-clean carpet. If there is build-up in the bathrooms and kitchen or excess pet hair, there will be an additional charge of up to $60 on the first visit only. I cannot be responsible for mineral deposits or mold, especially black mold. My monthlies do not have a set day, I let you know approx 3 weeks in advance what your cleaning day and arrival time will be for the next month. And I take cash only. I get very heated up while cleaning, so I ask that the AC be turned down to 70 degrees.

I'd already told her I only needed cleaning every 3 months or so (not monthly). And I certainly don't want to pay a random $60 charge upon first visit. Nor do I want to be "surprised" by when the next visit might be. Nor do I want to have to go to my bank to extract cash. And re the temperature---pre-contacting anyone, I'd already thought about asking them if they needed the temp lowered while they were cleaning... But I don't want to be TOLD what temp to lower my thermostat to!

Other companies I contacted for quotes thru Yelp were even more expensive, from $175 thru $250 for a 2-hour cleaning. And one company even sent me a sample invoice with a $20 "travelling fee." (They're in Austin, I'm in Austin --- on principal, no way.)

Here's the ultimate thing: A cleaning lady shouldn't be making more per hour than I make. Similar principle: A McDonald's employee shouldn't be making more than I make. Why?: Because the rarer the intellectual job skills, the more you should be paid. Most people, if they had to, could clean or take orders. People are paid for their "extra" abilities.