Wednesday, June 28, 2023

Exploring and Populating Worlds

If you "follow the science," as I try to do, the actual purpose of any living species (from humans to plants) is to procreate. The rest of us are "decoration" and/or "entertainment." And, in our current situation, that's great. Every modern society needs its entertainment, because it would, indeed, be very boring if everyone had only their own boring toddlers and teens to pay attention to.

I know that the early Jewish/Christian bible places a premium on procreation, which I used to think was just outdated teachings, contributing to discrimination against homosexuals today. Why do the core texts need to preach about the necessity of procreation, when it's an innate desire? Well, expressly because of the homosexual desire, which could possibly lead to the extinction of the species. Not a likely scenario, since gays like me are a minority of the population, but I can see why homosexuality would be discouraged in Ancient texts.

But perhaps the Ancients foresaw a period, like today, when people are encouraged to have sex randomly, to have abortions randomly, to deny their own genders. They set down the rules thousands of years ago as a warning for a simple reason: The perpetuation of the species, but a controlled perpetuation---not males animalistically mating and then disappearing and forcing the local government to take care of their offspring (or forcing their mates to kill the babies in their wombs out of desperation---or because their government told them it was an "OK" thing to do).

Going back even further: If our planet was indeed propagated by travelers from elsewhere, refugees from a dying/dead planet: Of course one of their foremost tenets that they passed along would be to continue the species. It's something very basic that we're ignoring now because we probably think all these multitudes of people are a given. When in fact, I have a feeling that tens of thousands of years ago, there was a real crisis and a real question of whether or not humans would even survive.

I wanted to end with the above, but there's also something else: I think our ancestors were all refugees/unwilling emigrants separated from our source. There's something obviously wrong with our collective life here, a sense of malaise and dis-ease, that's been only inarticulately enunciated from various quarters for thousands of years. Was Earth initially a dumping ground for criminals/malcontents? I have a gut feeling that there's something at the root that someone is not telling us.

Tuesday, June 27, 2023

George Jones: The Grand Tour (1974)

John Sebastian & Tony Jackson: NASHVILLE CATS

John Sebastian of the Lovin' Spoonful wrote this song in '66 in homage to country music---and now here he is playing it with Tony Jackson... How exactly is Jackson doing what he's doing? So many great/interesting songs, and so many of my favorite songs, he seems to be a part of...

And I can't find a Tony Jackson CD anywhere online! Everything I've been listening to from him tonight is GREAT. Apparently, he has only one album, from 2017---where is it??


Tony Jackson LIVE “Do I Ever Cross Your Mind”



Found the below on AllMusic.com. Jackson has only released one album, back in 2017---and that is not even available today.

Tony Jackson may have released his first album in 2017, but he's a proud throwback to classic country. His lean music is rooted in a blend of hardcore honky tonk and Bakersfield, a sound that evokes the past, and Jackson leans into that comparison by establishing his country cred with a cover of George Jones' classic "The Grand Tour." Jackson's version for YouTube turned into a minor viral sensation and was the centerpiece of his 2017 debut, which also featured covers of Conway Twitty ("It's Only Make Believe") and the Lovin' Spoonful ("Nashville Cats").

At the time Jackson released his debut, he was 40 years old and had been immersed in music for only about ten years. Born to a Navy officer, he wound up enlisting in the Marines, and while in the service he was exposed to country music for the first time. He initially didn't pursue singing, nor did he after his service was finished. Instead, Jackson worked IT at a Fortune 500 company in Virginia. After George Jones' death in 2013, Jackson was convinced by some friends to join them in cutting a version of Jones' classic 1974 single "The Grand Tour." The performance was placed on YouTube, where it was discovered by Jimmy Dean's widow, Donna Dean Stevens, who was in the process of reviving the Old Dominion Barn Dance in Richmond, Virginia. She offered him a spot, which he embraced, and after his performance was well received, she and Jim Della Croce became Jackson's co-managers, sending him to record the album that became his eponymous 2017 debut.

Tony Jackson Does Merle Haggard: The Fighting Side of Me

Tony Jackson Does Randy Travis: Diggin' Up Bones

Tony Jackson Does Conway Twitty

Seriously... Who IS this guy?? BEAUTIFUL singer!


Tony Jackson: The Grand Tour (George Jones Tribute)

I initially clicked on this YouTube video, thinking it was going to be young black people being condescending to a George Jones song (YouTube has a series of these)... But this guy SINGS it so beautifully! I had goosebumps listening to him. Who the hell IS he??

Saturday, June 24, 2023

Paul McCartney: No More Lonely Nights (1984)

#2 in the UK, #6 in the US. Guitar solo by David Gilmour.

Paul McCartney: Coming Up (Live at Glasgow, 1979)

This Live version was #1 in the US and #2 in the UK.

Paul McCartney: Temporary Secretary (1980)

John Lennon: Surprise Surprise (1974)



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 makes 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
I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love...

George Harrison: Ballad of Sir Frankie Crisp (Let It Roll)

George Harrison: All Things Must Pass (1970)



Sunrise doesn't last all morning
A cloudburst doesn't last all day
Seems my love is up
And has left you with no warning
But it's not always going to be this grey

All things must pass
All things must pass away

Sunset doesn't last all evening
A mind can blow those clouds away
After all this my love is up
And must be leaving
It has not always been this grey

All things must pass
All things must pass away

All things must pass
None of life's strings can last
So I must be on my way
And face another day

Now the darkness only stays at nighttime
In the morning it will fade away
Daylight is good
At arriving at the right time
It's not always going to be this grey

All things must pass
All things must pass away
All things must pass
All things must pass away

Wednesday, June 21, 2023

George Jones: Love Bug (1965)

I'm not fey like that

 

Just recently got an e-mail from Red Bubble, a T-shirt company that I often order from, with the "Pride wear that means something" header. All of the images in the mail, ranging from the creepy guys shown above to the company's gay platitudes-on-hats, etc., meant nothing at all to me as a gay/bi woman.

I realize that responding to a mass mail will most likely not reach anyone. But I had to reply:

I'm a gay female. Do you really think that your graphic of a sleazy tattooed cook smoking a joint in a doorway is a turn-on or has anything to do with me or my life?

RE "Just getting bi"---I'm not fey like that. RE "Everybody's perfect" --- I don't believe in that generic platitude at all.

It's kind of clueless, and downright dumb, that you send out a "woke" e-mail assuming that all people are the same. Enough with the "LGBTQslxkchgoijd" ridiculousness that academics and the media have been feeding you. I know you're only a T-shirt company that has a lot of woke interns. But still: Stop being sheep, and stop assuming that your gay customers are sheep.

Tuesday, June 20, 2023

Six Days on the Road: Dave Dudley (Live October 1966)

Six Days on the Road (1966): George Jones

Originally sung by Dave Dudley in 1963. Written by Earl Green and Carl Montgomery.

I do respect the Dave Dudley version (posted above), but... I LOVE this frenetic, speed-inspired George version.



[Verse 1]
Well I pulled outta Pittsburgh
A-rollin' down that Eastern Seaboard

I got my diesel wound up
And she's a-runnin' like a-never before
There's a speed zone ahead alright
I don't see a cop in sight

Six days on the road
And I'm a-gonna make it home tonight

[Verse 2]
I got me ten forward gears
And a Georgia overdrive
I'm takin' little white pills
And my eyes are open wide

I just passed a Jimmy and White
I been a-passin' everything in sight
Six days on the road
And I'm a-gonna make it home tonight

[Verse 3]
Well it seems like a month
Since I kissed my baby goodbye
I could have a lotta women
But I'm not like-a some other guys
I could find one to hold me tight
But I could never make believe it's alright
Six days on the road
And I'm a-gonna make it home tonight...

Fetterman Praises Biden For Helping Fix Bridges (6/17/23 in Phila)

If you're mentally non-functional, then you shouldn't be either a Senator or President of the United States.
(But at least Biden still manages to put on a pair of real pants and a shirt before appearing in public.)

First Swim + Same Old Sh**

First swim of the season at my apartment pool! Always look forward to 3 months or so of tanning and getting some fresh air and Vitamin D and a tiny bit of exercise with the few strokes that I do in the 2-or-so hours that I'm usually out there. (In the past year, my skin actually started looking "crepe-y"---I'm not THAT old, so I'm thinking that it's because I've gotten absolutely NO fresh air since last summer. I've worked at home since Wuhan in 2020, so I never go anywhere outdoors on a lengthy daily basis, and I'm always around my smoky home---at least workplaces had non-smoke-filled air!---so it was GREAT to sit outside and swim and get some sun for a couple of hours!)

As always in the 6 years that I've lived here: I try to get out there around 11am, before the dad/mom with multiple kids shows up (usually around noon to 5---after lunch and before dinner), and especially before the loud 20-somethings show up (usually after 3pm, and going long into the evening). 

On this, my first day, there was a dad with kids already there at 11am. Parents with kids are not that obnoxious; usually, it's just the minor overheard conversations I hate. The parent is aware that someone else (me) is there, so they have to speak "correctly" to their kid. In this case, one kid was yelling "Dad! Dad!" and then, because I was there, the Dad had to give the kid a lecture on not screaming.

A little later, a scruffy-looking pair of 30-something "dudes" showed up (oddly, with "arm floaties"), and promptly set up their music and starting blaring it. Being the "bitch/Karen" (aka, female requesting common courtesy) that I am, I asked them politely if they could please turn down their music "just a bit." Surprisingly, they nicely did. (Was it last year or the year before that the weirdo 20-something guy from the apartment behind mine also showed up at the pool and blared his music---but when I asked him to turn it down, he told me that if I didn't like it, I should leave!) :)

Pool Etiquette: All of us apartment residents have to share the small pool. Why do some people have the right to blare their music? Why am I a "bitch" or a "Karen" for asking people to not blast their music in a common small space? I don't have an iPod or iPhone player, but what if I did---and what if I brought MY loud music out to the small pool area? What if 5 or 10 people did exactly the same thing, and there were 5 or 10 different music choices all blasting at the same time? It would be ridiculous. My point is: Don't intrude on other people with your music at the pool. Common courtesy. Not just to others at the pool, but also to the residents whose apartments border the pool.

Again: The guys this time were perfectly nice about it, but... why should I even have to ask---and then feel like a bitch for asking?

Sunday, June 18, 2023

The Lord’s Prayer

This past week, all three Jeopardy contestants did not know the first line of a very basic religious and literary text:
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Our Father who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom and the power, and the glory,
forever and ever.

Amen.

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You don't need to be "religious" to know this. (Though, when I was growing up, all kids knew this by heart.) Aside from religion, it's also a basic tenet of literature.

Reminds me: Back in the mid-2010s, I was at a Christmas dinner with the family. As it turned out, my two nephews, born in 2002 and 2006, had no idea where the concept of "Christmas" came from---because neither their parents nor their schools had ever bothered telling them. (How odd! Such a major holiday, and no one today telling the children why we celebrate it...)

I don't care if you're religious or not---at least teach your kids that today's Christmas holiday is based on Christ. (If you're extra-fancy, you can add that the holiday is derived from earlier pagan Winter solstice celebrations.)

Old and Bitter Is My Fate?!

When I lived in NYC and was struggling for work in 2007 thru 2010, I was in my early 40s. I realize now that "early 40s" was a bit too late to try to make it in NYC, sans any connections. I didn't quite have the energy to make a HUGE effort. I applied to jobs and went to temp agencies. But I think now that I gave it only about 75% percent. I was too old to take ANY crappy job or to live in ANY crappy place. In short, at 40-plus, I was not willing to do ANYTHING to make it in my new environment. (At 40-plus, I had a definite sense of my work background and wanted something on that level; same with my living quarters. Though, once I was forced to return to Austin in 2010, I soon got a comeuppance when all I could then afford was a 400-sq-ft apartment for the next 4 years! Had I accepted this in NYC, perhaps I could have extended my stay there...)

Recently, I have been very lethargic and not wanting to strive for anything, and not particularly liking anything. Reminded me of a 50-something female co-worker I met in NYC, while working at Morgan-Stanley. She and I, along with two other guys, worked the night shift together. During down-times, I'd chat with the guys, learn about their lives. (One guy led mountain-climbing tourist groups in South America!) The woman never talked to any of us. At one point, to make conversation, I asked her if she was from New York... Her response, as she turned away from me: "It doesn't matter." I remember thinking how utterly sad this was... She couldn't/didn't want to converse about even the simplest, most basic of things with fellow humans...

Now that I'm in my 50s and feeling lethargic---what if that happens to me?! What if, from now on, I just don't feel like learning about anything or anybody? I've already noticed that I'm not as interested in food or music: I hardly eat at all any more, except when I know it's necessary. And once I finished adding items to my Joan Crawford website, I used to crank up music when I uploaded them, in celebration of hours of work---now, though, I don't; I just keep the TV on at its same low level while I upload.

I guess it's partially age---you're just not that excited about things any more. But I still hope I never reach the point where someone asks me where I came from and I respond, "It doesn't matter."

Friday, June 16, 2023

Whatever happened to...

Just looked up my first "suite-mate" in college. She's now selling on Etsy and just recently (in 2017) married an "immuno-suppressed" man. (Hey, I also just started selling on Etsy, but it's cool rocks, not crappy art---and I'd also rather die alone than ever marry someone just to marry someone. And I certainly wouldn't ever "brag" about his "immuno-suppression"---in the Olden Days, you kept whatever to yourself instead of weirdly seeking public approval for your and your mate's deficiencies.)

She was my first friend at my dorm at UT-Austin. While being fun and exuberant, and fun to go out with, she was also awful. Not attractive, she tried to make up for it by sleeping with just about every man she met. I'd go out with her to any club, and by the end of the night, she'd be fucking one guy while me and his friend were trying to converse politely in the other room. (She wasn't attractive enough to get the robust Texas frat boys she liked, so she usually ended up seducing Middle Eastern guys who had never had sex before. Me, I wasn't meeting anyone, so I'd tag along with her: Middle Eastern guys, Russian guys, old rich guys who owned pizza parlors in Austin...)

I was very young, I was bored, I was lonely, I needed a friend to go out to clubs with. So this continued for a couple of years... Going out with her was fun, but at the end of most nights, I found myself in many uncomfortable sexual situations that I didn't want to be a part of. As a wing-man when she went out with her 50-something pizza guy, he brought a friend...I ended up throwing up because I'd had too much to drink, but the friend still wanted to kiss me... He was that sad and desperate. 

On another occasion, she invited a foreign grad student up to MY room. I liked him, and was interested in talking to him, but... She soon stuck her foot in his crotch---which ended any sort of conversation we might have all been having.

When I graduated from high school in 1983, I was in love with a girl, and I thought that, though I'd lost her, I would "of course" meet someone else... I did not. Once I went to college, I was immediately tossed into a multitude of crude, creepy interactions that had nothing to do with the real me or with what I really loved.

Wednesday, June 14, 2023

Johns Hopkins defines a woman as a "non-man"

https://nypost.com/2023/06/13/john-hopkins-university-now-refers-to-lesbians-as-non-men-attracted-to-non-men/

https://www.newsweek.com/johns-hopkins-accused-trying-erase-women-its-lesbian-term-1806134

What in the hell is happening. The Woke, Marxist Academia has gone way too far. 

Transgendered people are transgendered people. Regardless of what surgeries they have or what hormones they take, they're never going to be what they mentally want to be. Sorry (not sorry). 

And the rest of us should never be forced to be a part of their mentally ill gender dysfunction. (As a gay person, I also don't agree with sports teams being forced to wear rainbows on their uniforms. Nor do I agree with drag queens---the gay/trans equivalent of sleazy showgirls---being allowed to read stories to school-children.)

p.s. I once knew someone online many years ago who was a male-to-female trans. "She" claimed to have had an abortion! This is all friggin' ridiculous! As the left-wingers like to say: FOLLOW THE SCIENCE.

Male-to-female transgendered people cannot have babies, they cannot have abortions, etc. And the latest addition to the Supreme Court of the United States---Ketanji Brown Jackson, a blatant DEI hire (Biden himself said that he was only going to pick a black woman)---could not even define what a "woman" was. STOP THE INSANITY!

Tuesday, June 13, 2023

George Jones: A Good Year For The Roses (1970)

I've posted this here before, but I always love it so. His voice is so powerful and amazing (as is that green suit and accompanying boots). And songwriter Jerry Chesnut is also great:

RE a half-filled cup of coffee: "But at least you thought you wanted it, that's so much more than I can say for me..."

Monday, June 12, 2023

John List Murders (November 1971)

In November 1971, a mild-mannered accountant, John List, shot his wife, mother, and three teenaged children to death, then disappeared for the next 18 years. Finally, in 1989, he was apprehended after his case was featured on a then-new Fox show "America's Most Wanted."

I'd vaguely heard about this case before, then just a couple of weeks ago, saw a "Forensic Files" re-run. For some reason, at my own later stage in life, I was now more interested in what would make a middle-aged, formerly mild-mannered, man suddenly go off like this.

I ordered a few books on the case: Righteous Carnage, Death Sentence, and Collateral Damage (written by List himself, with a co-writer war buddy). The letter he wrote to his Lutheran pastor the day of his murders was completely explanatory. I could not find online a complete exact version of the letter, but here's an excerpt from an AP story in 1990:

ELIZABETH, N.J. (AP) _ John E. List killed five members of his family 18 years ago because he could no longer support them and feared they would forsake their religion, according to a confession letter released Wednesday.

″After it was all over I said some prayers for them all - from the hymn book. That was the least that I could do,″ the devout Lutheran and former Sunday school teacher wrote in the 1971 letter to his pastor.

The letter was released after Superior Court Judge William L’E. Wertheimer allowed it as evidence in List’s murder trial.

List began the five-page letter by telling the Rev. Eugene A. Rehwinkel, ″I am very sorry to add this additional burden to your work. ...

″I leave my-self in the hands of Gods Justice & Mercy,″ List wrote. He wrote that God could have helped him in his time of distress, ″but apparently he saw fit not to answer my prayers.″

″This makes me think that perhaps it was for the best as far as the childrens souls are concerned,″ wrote List. In the letter’s final paragraph, List said he is assured of making peace with God ″because of Christ dying even for me.″

The judge released the letter after denying a defense motion that the document was protected by the priest-penitent privilege. Opening statements are set for Monday.

List argues that he is innocent because of his mental state at the time the slayings occurred.

Handwritten in script on yellow-lined paper, the letter was dated Nov. 9, 1971. It had been the subject of intense interest since police found it Dec. 7, 1971, in a filing cabinet in List’s Westfield mansion. Police read the letter and called Rehwinkel to the house, where they let him read it.

Also in the 18-room mansion were the bullet-ridden bodies of List’s wife, Helen, 45; children Patricia, 16; John Jr., 15; and Frederick, 13; and List’s 84-year-old mother, Alma.

The bodies of Helen List and the children were lined up on sleeping bags on the floor of the sparsely furnished ballroom, and Alma List was found on the third floor.

″I know that many will only look at the additional years that they could have lived but if finally they were no longer Christians what would be gained,″ List wrote.

″Also, I’m sure many will say, ‘How could anyone do such a horrible thing.’ - My only answer is it isn’t easy and was only done after much thought.″

List wrote that he shot his family members from behind because he ″didn’t want any of them to know even at the last second that I had to do this to them.″ He said he had to kill his mother because the other deaths ″would have been a tremendous shock to her.″

None suffered, but John Jr. ″got hurt more because he seemed to struggle longer,″ List said. Police said John Jr. was shot 10 times. List said he had planned to kill them on All Saints’ Day, Nov. 1, ″an appropriate day for them to get to heaven.″ But the day passed, he said, because his travel plans were delayed.

List opened the letter by saying his actions went against all he had been taught and that his account ″will not make it right.″

He then enumerated his reasons.

List, then a 46-year-old accountant who was selling insurance, said he wasn’t earning enough to support the family and was near bankruptcy.

″True we could have gone bankrupt and maybe gone on welfare,″ he said. But he feared the effects of poverty on the children.

He also worried about what Patricia’s aspirations as an actress ″might do to her continuing to be a Christian.″

And he was upset that his wife stopped going to church and said she wanted to leave the church.

″If any one of these had been the condition we might have pulled through but this was just too much. At least I’m certain that all have gone to heaven now.″

List then discussed ″final arrangements,″ asking for cremations and for Rehwinkel to keep funeral costs low.

List asked Rehwinkel to distribute books and other personal things from the house, and suggested the school or church library.

He signed it ″John,″ then added:

″P.S. Mother is in the hallway in the attic-3rd floor. She was too heavy to move.″

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One thing I noticed in the above, and after reading the bios: List claims that God did not answer his heart-felt prayers for a new steady job, which partially led to the slaughter because he felt he could no longer support his family and didn't want them to go on welfare. But what the Righteous Carnage book pointed out: For a bargain price, List had moved into a large New Jersey mansion built at the turn of the century, though he couldn't afford its upkeep after he lost multiple jobs. But the stained-glass roof of the "ballroom" (where he ultimately dragged his dead family members) was original Tiffany glass. Prior to his writing to his pastor bemoaning God's failure to answer his prayers, List could have only looked up to possibly realize that the Tiffany glass itself could have been sold at that time (1971) for over $100,000---which would have solved every financial problem he had.

I'm only partially religious myself (am becoming more so with age and contemplation), but given John List's utter religiosity, I found the above fact about the Tiffany glass quite meaningful. In List's case, God did, indeed, have an answer to his prayers right above his head---which he failed to see.




Saturday, June 10, 2023

I'm sure everyone is just dying for a photo...

 ...but, alas, I have none to share: Of my supposedly GORGEOUS graying hair!

Last month, a good-looking military guy at the work ID place told me that my hair color (blonde/graying) was something that women "would pay for." (Where he learned about what older women "would pay for" is unknown.) And today, my new hair-stylist told me the same thing! (And she actually said that she usually recommends coloring, but not in my case.) My stylist today had me look in a mirror to see the back of my head, and there WERE actually a few gray streaks that looked kind of cool! So it's not ALL "decaying dishwater blonde." Thank you, other people! I think my hair looks like shit, but if others insist on making kindly comments ... I'll take that! :)

Tuesday, June 06, 2023

George Jones: The Race Is On (Farm Aid, September 1985)

At the time I watched excerpts from this on TV, I wasn't thinking about anything other than my miserable "I wish I could watch this with Ginny..." As a 20-year-old, I barely knew who George Jones was then.

George Jones: Corvette Song (Orlando, Florida, 1985)