Girls on Surf Boards - - Boys in Bikinis
First of all Happy
Fiftieth anniversary of Ringo Starr’s joining the Beatles at the Cavern Club on
Saturday August eighteenth. They filmed
the event for British TV, and it’s probably the first time countrymen ever
heard of this band called the Beatles.
The song they were playing was “Some other Guy”, aptly named. The tape itself is warped out and there are
some odd key changes in the song, except for the version I have, which was
recorded later. My version is rockier. Today or tomorrow is Bill Clinton’s birthday,
and it’s also Kathy’s mother’s birthday from the old apartment. The moon, and I may be wrong, but I think it
was just over a half moon with the left half illuminated. But how would I know this unless I were a
twelve year old boy riding in my family’s car at some ungodly hour of the night
starring up at it in the starry sky, as we rode through mountainous
terrain. (?) Some songs actually hitting the pop charts
about this time of year in 1962 were Surfin Safari by the Beach Boys, of
course, also “Busted Surfboards” by the Tornadoes, and “Surf Beat” or something
by Dick Dale. Also “Rinkidink” by David
Baby Cortez I heard for the first time.
There was also the “Monster Mash”, which is a musical parody of an
established hit by the Orlons, “Wah-tucy”.
And of course there was “Tellstar”, a song everybody agrees “is right
out of the future”. But that’s not what
I wanted to talk about. I want to talk a
little more about the “karmic graviton” alluded to in the last posting. One to coin a phrase might say that FACING
THE PROSPECT OF SIN IS THE PRICE WE ALL PAY FOR OUR EXISTANCE. Just meditate on the truth of that. You see there is a graviton or “God particle”
of material substance. But the Soul or “Awareness”
itself has to consist of Something- - and that “Something” must have some kind
of what we call “gravitational properties”.
But rather than the gravity existing in itself- - the Universe as a
whole exerts a Mass Consciousness Awareness and in that Awareness is a sink
hole of sin we are all “Universally” exposed to. We have spoken of Matter as having a common
perception. For instance if I say “blueberries”,
we all who are not mentally abberated or have organic brain sidrone, know what “blueberryness’
is. And then we have Form and
Function. The Form answers the HOW we
were Created- - or our basic divine blueprint, and of everything else,
too. The Function goes into WHY we were
created. So we not only want to know “What
is it Made of- - “ but also “What does it Do?”
Capish? Good. Sometimes that which is out of fashion has
been “Out’ for so long that now it’s back In again. So is the scientific world of Marcus
Arelius. And so we by popular request we
have brought back the “Event Horizon”.
Einstein may not allow for it, but everybody else says it’s an ongoing
reality. Also the notion of Hyperspace
being a “place we can get to” is a belief I have held since Star Wars
days. But we are doing away with
Hyperspace. “You can’t get there from
here”. There is no “sound berrier” in
space you are in danger of brieching if you travel too fast. On the other hand some objects just seem to “disappear
from our Universe”. They are still
there, of course, (ontological existence) but we from our vantage point have no
way of proving whether or not they do exist because they have just “blipped”
out of our Universe.
At the Iowa State fair
politicians classically discuss farm problems with the local voters, but Paul
Ryan in breaking tradition, extressly
said he didn’t want to do that. I’ve
heard he doesn’t even support this latest drought bill. The lady on KTLK today accused the Obama
people of not insisting that the US Senate bill act on the act before the
August- - - First recess, which was nearly three weeks ago. I don’t think this bill is that old. Of course this lady wants us to infer that
somehow the Democrats are against their Own Bill. Of course Paul Ryan is using his mother as a
stage prop in Florida, much as Mitt Romney may be unnecessarily exploiting the
generosity of his wife to appear at campaigns.
I only wonder whether Paul Ryan’s mother’s comments will be as
scripted. Judy says that “old people in
Florida are more afraid of Obamacare than they are of Paul Ryan’s plan and the
older they are the more apt they are to feel this way”. Frankly I don’t believe that. I’m just getting sick and tired of the
negative, spiteful campaign the Republicans have been running. Who wants to listen to all this sniping and
carping? Even if you should agree with it?
There is now one week before the Republican Convention and I strongly suggest
that someone other than Gov Christie of NY do it.
At
1:20 I began trolling the grounds for a cigarette and saw James and Janet on
the patio. I went down stairs and talked
to Nancy and came back up when I remembered James owed me fifteen cents, and
since I had eight pennies I thought we could deal for a cigarette. I got the cigarette and James said to keep
the eight pennies. There goes Laura with
the coffee call. I’m rerunning the
grounds through right now. Little League
was on ABC but I thought they just said the game was over. Anyhow “I’m done’ whether they are or
not. Now let’s talk about “37
strawberries”. This is not a Captain
Queeg sequel but rather the Purity product that also features Billberries,
Cranberries, Blueberries, Elderberries (as in the wine) and also pomigranates,
which they say is good for your prostate.
And there are a lot of other
goodies in it, too. They want us to know
about glycation where sugar attaches to a protein molecule, making it inoperative,
and gives you brown “age” spots on your skin, which I don’t have. Then it was the program on “stress” and
Cal-Max, with the Calcium and Magnesium, which was a rerun so at 8:40 I went to
down stairs to the front room to wait for Dr. Levy and talked to Arleen. But after ten minutes with no Dr. Levy I came
back up after talking to people in the lobby a few moments. At nine was the whole “Indiana Jones” of
herbs. Now Purity has a brand new
product- - Rhodioli-Rose (?) Shazanda and Illuthro. (I used to date Shazandra) And I think they call Illutro- - Syberian
ginseng. It comes from north Asia and
the ancient Chinese leaders highly sought it out. This product will cure just about anything
that ails you, apparently, from fatigue, to mental lethargy, to having energy,
and also is good for stress, they say.
Purity calls it “Vital brilliance”.
They say it will increase the energy output of a “lazy person” by 28%
which they label as “amazing”. Well,
will wonders never cease? Then along
about ten after nine, or just after, Dr.
Levy decides we all are worthy to show up for, so I let the coffee finish and
continue to listen to this fascinating radio program, and Dr. Levy gets on the
horn a couple of more times before I actually go down. Well - - of the four things I guessed we
might be doing in class today, we did none of them. He was 0 for 4. We didn’t watch video of the Italy trip. We didn’t discuss those written pages from
last week. We didn’t discussed that
barbecue at Seal Beach, promised in May.
And we didn’t discuss politics.
Yep. I guess I’ll pour the
coffee right now. We had our check in –
and I sided with Dr. Levy in correcting Bruce’s over-simplified version of
physics. I tried to get everything in in
a short time. I moved to the sofa after
the fire drill, which interrupted the proceedings. We obedient ones went all the way to the
liquor store parking lot. There were
Brenda (who is looking old in the face) and Wally and muffin, and John
Powell. Then an actual fire truck showed
up. But then Augustine called us in saying
it was a big mistake and Sarah thanked us for being so compliant.
This
is August 15, 2012 after dinner and the ABC network news is on now. Let’s jump to the important news. Today is Bill Gunderson’s birthday. He would be 56 today and I told him maybe
Paul and I would take him up on that barbecue invite sometime. We had some kind of beef and rice stir fry
for dinner with mixed vegetables and once again we had applesauce, and the
Oriental lady gave me her applesauce. I
think she’s Nancy Warwick’s roommate. I
wasn’t at all sure whether or not I even wanted to ask Bill G for a favor but I
made it clear I’d pay him a dollar and stressed that Wall Mart wasn’t as far as
the bank, and I’d be a good way to get a little AC. Oddly Bill did not have AC in his truck
on. We took kind of a circuitus rout –
like a plumber’s wrench -through the parking lot going in the back way- -
. We went in through the garden
enterence also involving a little doubling back. But it’s really close to the coffee section
on aisle seven. I picked up the one blue
can of Master Chef and then Bill wanted to stop in at the Pharmacy to inquire
about the fungus on the nails on my right hand.
She could have said it was from masturbating too much and Id have to
punch her in the mouth. Anyhow a cure
could be had for $19.95, which I made it clear I didn’t have. We went to the east check-out and departed
and I was amazed at how warm it still was.
“I thought it had cooled off more than this”. As it turns out – it had. It must be seven or eight degrees cooler here
than it is in Buena Park. Talk about
micro-climates. Bill talked about having
a star cereal number on a bill being a collector’s item. Joe says he sees those on bills all the
time. Bill Gunderson on the way home talked about his novel about a Penal Asteroid in space that Sherry is half the way through, and she liked it. I opened the can and made coffee
and gave roommate Bill a cup.
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