Phillip Wilson

Amazingly, I survived my Life
2011-09-30 00:03:25 (UTC)

2002 REVIEW (PART TWENTY-FIVE)

July- Childersburg, AL (continues)

I don’t blame the critter for immersing itself in water: This first day of Month VII has a hurtful Phoebus grinning on us. The lower-90’s (F) are “coping a feel” of our bodies. I wonder how long the concupusience will last?
In juggling a 3-Ball “reverse,” make damn sure that the thrown ball makes it all the way to the other hand. Under no circumstances must the catching hand move laterally to get at the ball!

(acerca de 4:28 P.M.) I did it to Luigi myself! I fatally wounded him. Instead of approaching clowning actively and directly, I reluctantly and begrudgingly formed a relationship with clowning when it became apparent that n_ only career would have me. I have no one to blame but myself if I made a horrible mess out of what could have been a rewarding and spectacular artistic output. I will never be able to tell Luigi how sorry I am! In retrospect, I could have used a teacher and/or personal manager: I turned my back on those, also. If only I hadn’t constantly asked myself, “Why me Lord, what have I ever done, to deserve even one?”

(acerca de 4:57 P.M.) When I think of all the energy I wasted in fighting my “sentence” of performing, energy that should have been put to better use in arranging a commercial career! It makes you wonder why the Muse stopped at my “house”! I completely let Her down! I don’t blame Her one bit for becoming fed up with me and abandoning me to my own resources! Her bad choice must be an embarrassment to Her!

(acerca de 7:42 P.M.) I find myself grinning like a donkey with briars in its mouth! It is about the only time I can really and truly happy. So why destroy the happiness by even thinking about a business-related juggling and clowning venture? Haven’t I suffered enough as it is? Let juggling be my own private vehicle of happiness.
Thunder is announcing the arrival of evening. Phoebe may not report to work, what with Thunder and Storm handling the nocturnal festivities.

(acerca de 9:24 P.M.) Rain didn’t prevent me from trimming the hedges in the front yard early this evening: The Wet One waited for the cover of darkness to hit.

(2nd, About 7:45 A.M.) Something about giving the ___, not taking it.
Dreams are, without question, what short-term memory is all about. I was prepared to describe in detail my sleepitime film-making, but most of it has deserted me! Maybe long-term memory will come to the rescue: Maybe I will remember what I had hoped to “say” in a week or so. But I must have been taking the GED, the GRE, or some exam: For the white make monitor – “nerdy”-looking (short hair, black plastic glasses, neatly-press suit) - singled me out.
I had a lot more that I wanted to “say” about this dream and the circumstances surrounding it, but if things don’t improve, I’m afraid the rough draft is gone forever!

(acerca de 8:08 A.M.) Surely they’re not using the show to promote marriage and family! If so, then I have no doubt that misogony will soon be a dominant force in this country!
In order to enjoy a Family Evening, I subjected to 7TH HEAVEN (8-9:00 P.M., WB/21) yesterday evening in the Family Room (you don’t actually think I would invite a program like this into my room, do you?). I made just three comments on this show on a sheet of paper; I would like to share them with you (I have already done so with Joyce): The actors that play the children on this 8 IS ENOUGH update are not strong performers. They are not able to expand themselves personally. As a result, they are growing away from their characters. I have already explained how “character” is imposed on a person by others. And that’s the problem with those young people: The writing can’t seem to unite everyone.
Secondly, Anne, the mother, is way too bitchy! She is going through menopause, but Eric, the father, had heart by-pass surgery a year or so ago, and he is not moody as I understand by-pass patients are. The marriage is far from being a partnership! Maybe, though, it does represent reality: Since when is marriage fifty-fifty? Annie treats Eric as if he is beneath the status of Robbie, the unrelated long-term house guest!
Thirdly? No dramatic consistency: A character Joy is a p___ for a young female pop singer. She dresses “slutty.” Yet her father is so demanding that her boyfriend, Robbie, remains conservative in his relationship with Joy. If this obvious contradiction was for a reason it could be accepted. But no! It’s a separate story line! At least the writers should have arranged a much more tighter connection to the story line, regardless of the real reason for the appearance!
About twenty minutes of FOX 6 LOCAL NEWS (9-9:30 P.M.) came next. Featured in a “package” is the alledged arsonist of a wildfire in Arizona. He is a Native American. Granny made a, typical for her, crass, undemocratic remark: “They should send him back to where he came from!” In response, I told her, with Joyce as the “hearing aid,” that he was an American Indian and was here first.
It was also revealed that a pack of Cigarettes in New York City cost $8. Eight dollars: Even Joyce felt that outrageous!

(acerca de 9:06 A.M.) You had me worried for a moment: I was convinced that there was something wrong with me. But thanks to a female interviewed on THE NEWSHOUR WITH JIM LEHRER (5:30-6:30 P.M., P.B.S.) yesterday evening, I found out differently. She, too, understood George W. Bush’s foreign policy: He refuses to share power with any other head of state. Whatever the U.S. does is lawful, no matter what international law and/or the international community saids.
The woman also stated that 9/11 was not an act of war like Pearl Harbor, but a crime against humanity.
It weren’t yesterday evening, but one of the news shows I watch: ___ guest or reporter stated that the Bush administration’s handling of the war on terrorism is very ___ done! It isn’t democracy, but that’s only a technicality.
It would be nice to be able to “come back” on September 11, 2101 and to see what shape the United States is in, and to learn how history remembers 9/11.

(acerca de 11:12 A.M.) I was just reading in “The World Book Encyclopedia” that George Washington claimed not to have wanted the Commander-in-Chief position during the Revolutionary War; nor did he seek the presidency: If that’s the case, my excuse for a failed commercial performing career – that I tried my damnest not to have one – isn’t valid. For that matter, my dilatory enlightenment can not be blamed on educational abuse and neglect: Learning resources have always been there, and it was only my neglect that put me in the situation I now face!

(acerca de 1:17 P.M.) George W. Bush’s insistence that the ¬¬¬treaties signed forty-fifty years ago are no longer applicable to the modern world is tantamount to saying that the Constitution is outdated!
It’s ironic that Bush is eclectic in his choice of foreign policy guides, choosing only those that fit his purpose, while at the same time Roy Moore - a so-called Compassionate Conservative like Bush, and the state Supreme Court Chief Justice - is determine to force the Ten Commandments down people’s throats, a group of laws for a specific time and a specific people.
The “under God” clause of the Pledge of Allegiance is outdated: Why does Bush __y ___ that? Of course, I know the answer: Who doesn’t?
I am not able to support this with definite facts - I may never be able to – but it seems to me that such administration creates democracy in its own image. George W. Bush’s image of democracy is vastly different than that of Bill Clinton: And 9/11 has nothing to do with it! Just like Ronald Reagan’s America was almost a 180-degrees from Jimmy Carter’s.

(acerca de 2:22 P.M.) I am guessing at the time: Storm temporarily stopped power from the house and my Clocks shut down.
An awful Storm! A violent Storm! The day sent it in retaliation for the audacity of the lower-90-degees (F) dealing so harshly with Its morning.

(acerca de 3:01 P.M.) I know, I know! Storm can do a lot of damage! Lightning Itself – 2500 watts (?) – can kill. But what a beautiful post-___ period late yesterday evening! Lightning must have gotten some great sex: The ___ in which Lightning was filling the sky, is now just as if It was resting after wild sex with Earth! Come to find out, Lightning was only “catching Its breath: After hot foreplay, the sex between Lightning and Earth is out of control! It is hell! That should be “hail”: Hail is a gift from heaven.

(acerca de 3:43 P.M.) I broke all ties with Doug Green. Steve and Mary Holt revealed their true selves finally and I choose to have nothing more to do with them. Now, if I can only get rid of one more person: My mother! My break with her will not be complete until I leave this house or she dies, whichever comes first. As you know I do my best to avoid her. But there are times when I have to leave my room. Like about twenty minutes ago: I checked outside to see if it was “safe” to walk Deah. Storm has ___ the grounds for a while, so I hurried back to my room for Deah. Before I could get pass the kitchen, however, granny accused me of looking at what she cooks for dinner every day. I don’t waste my breath on the woman: She “ain’t” worth it! I realize that I am not alone in r___ting “mom,” but I get a feeling that doing so will ___ even the million to one shot that I am facing in having a dilatory career. Not that I care, but don’t a mother suppose to help her children, not go out of her way to destroy them? As always, if the choice comes down to a career or self-esteem, I opt for the latter. I turned my back on a clowning/performing career because I was in danger of losing my self-esteem. I won’t hesitate for a moment to walk away from a maternal bond!
Before I forget it again: Kayla was beside herself Saturday afternoon that I was available! She excitedly kept __ing me out to David. Kayla more than makes up for my rejection of granny. And if the truth be known, Joyce, Leslie, David, and Linda all feel the same way!

(acerca de 6:54 P.M.) It was 979 (or was it 1978?). I was living in a boarding house – I beg your pardon, a rooming house – on 10th Avenue and 21st Street, South, in Birmingham, AL. When I had called about a room, I was asked if I was black. “I don’t rent to ‘niggers’!” The elderly white man was breaking the law.
However, in no way did that justify what I did: One afternoon I went to the across-the-street Magnolia Park, sat down on the ground ten or so feet from a female, and took off my trousers. Later, while writing at a table, under an A-frame shelter, a white male police officier approached me. Luckily, I had my I.D. card from Rich’s of Brookwood – I was a stock boy with the department store. Otherwise, I don’t think I could have bluffed my way out of jail time.
Which of the two ___ was more injurious to society? I am not trying to ___ an insult to womanhood that my illegal action caused. But how was that ignorant white man allowed to practice his criminal behavior without limits (or was he forced to cease and desist after I had left in September [?] of 1979?)?

(3rd, About 7:35 A.M.) The United States nega__ed treaties with every Indian tribe except the Seminoles. The Great White Father in Washington, D.C., in ten-twenty years (or less) held each to be a “relic of the past.” Sounds familiar? Maybe there is something to reincarnation after all!
Lightning had another cooling off period late yesterday evening. It was as if a gigantic flashing neon sign announcing that the gods were opened for business!

(acerca de 8:13 P.M.) The first time I noticed the camera “shot” was during GILMORE GIRLS (7-8:00 P.M.), but I figured it was the cheapness of the WB network. So it was quite a shock when I saw the same secondary movement on THE GUARDIAN (8-9:00 P.M.), since the latter is connected with C.B.S.! I am referring to an over-the-shoulder shot from the two positions alternated four or five times. The speaker is captured in medium close-up, and in the foreground is a couple of strands of hair, or an ear, or tiny sliver of the shoulder of the listener. Apparently film making/television production evolves just as printing or music technique does: It use to be unthinkable for an over-the-shoulder shot to be used more than once in 15-20 minutes! But as the song states, “But the times, they are a-changing!”
The very nature of film or television is that the viewer is a voyeur: She or he is an onlooker, a “peeping Tom.” The viewer was made to think that she or he was seeing something that she or he wasn’t suppose to. But it seems to me that those over-the-shoulder shots from the above programs are attempts to bring the viewer directly into the action of the drama, invited and announced. S/he is standing directly behind the listener. The shot is inter-rupted before the speaker’s eyes turn to us. It is a great innovation business-wise, but it will take some getting use to.

(acerca de 9:07 A.M.) I have forgotten where the GILMORE GIRLS is located (city and state) but I have always questioned the integrity of the set: It remains me of SESAME STREET, it is so obviously “faky.” At least the producer could have done is to use a real city block in the back yard of the studio where the show if filmed!
Not more than fifty minutes of THE NEWSHOUR WITH JIM LEHRER (5:30-6:30 P.M., P.B.S.) reached me: Unlike the two shows above, I was in my room when it happened. As I was later for SALVAGE PLANET (9-10:00 P.M., P.B.S.): This program is good for the student of weather, as David suppose to be. “I was there!” accounts of real-live storms are reported. No one is saying that such history is not enjoyable, but it’s a struggle to keep up with what I have already accumulated in my head: I really can’t do justice to anything else! Besides, I have already seen this episode: Which never have stopped me before. However, be that as it may, I switched over to JUDGING AMY (9-10:00 P.M., C.B.S.), never a tour de force of secondary and tertiary action, but always a marvel of writing. And you can’t have everything!

(acerca de 1:37 P.M.) There is a song from the 1960’s by Mark Lindsey and/or Paul Revere and the Raiders that states,”There’s a right way;/There’s a wrong way;/And there’s my way!” The United States is harshly critical of Iraq for not supporting U.N. weapons inspectors. So what do we do: We refuse to agree to the International Criminal Court, a court that goes after war criminals! Have we something to hide? That is precisely what we ask Iraq.
The I.C.C. will not have trial by jury. And most cases will be conducted like a military tribunal. How in the hell can the U.S. be oppose to that when we (I realize the noun should be “it” – the United States is only one country – but I am the United States, also) are dealing with the Taliban captives in exactly the same way?
“Here we go again!” I thought Ronald Reagan made the U.S. the laughing stock of the world! But George W. Bush? What’s even worse is that the guy will probably be “re-installed” in 2004!
Minnesota, you have been a victim of a double whammy: Jesse Ventura as governor and George W. Bush as president!

(acerca de 2:41 P.M.) Bill has been off work for the holiday since late last week. He and Leslie took Kayla on another mini-vacation yesterday, and today was included. Therefore I walked to town this morning, taking my first step in that direction around 9:40 A.M. By around 10:45 A.M., I was amidst the hustle and bustle of the city. Bill’s Dollar Store was my first stop: I was “in the mood” for a bottle of mouth rinse. But, alas, I didn’t see any good dollar bottles! However I did at Family Dollar. Then I had to re-stock my cigarette supply, which I did for $1.50 up at the convenient store on the highway.
I managed my e-mail account, again storing some “porn” _n already-established folders. I also checked the listings for A & E, Discovery, and The National Geographic Channel: Cable is being re-established to this house and I wanted to see if I should modify my research sources accordingly.
After a short perusal of P.B.S.’s web site, I left the library around 11:55 A.M., for the foot trip home. And waiting for me wasn’t grinning Phoebus! It was a wonderful surprise, but by the time I arrived home shortly after 1:00 P.M., I was drowning in perspiration: You see, Phoebus had been “hired” by the lower-90-degrees (F) to bring me forth for a baking! As a reward for my “courage,” I was joined in my hike by first one small bag of cans and plastic bottles, then by two bags, finally with three bags – that’s right, folks, count them – of cans and plastic bottles.

(acerca de 4:16 P.M.) You know this belated interest in history? For itself I could care less about it. But If I keep investigating the past, I may come across someone that had a past like me. Wouldn’t that be strange? It would be a small world indeed!
I am of the opinion that it is technology and people’s reaction to it that differentiates 2002 from 1602. Otherwise, people are people. Michelangelo held his penis when pissing the same as I do!
The United States of America is becoming as cocky as 5th century B.C.E. Greece was! George W. Bush is our answer to Pericles. Hubris will be our downfall, too. Pericles’ Funeral Oration could just as easily be delivered by Bush and nobody would know the difference!

(acerca de 7:45 P.M.) Before I get carried away with all this scientific analysis of juggling, I must not get too f___ away - or think I am too good – from – for – 2-Ball. And not just as a means to an end: 2-Ball juggling in one hand is quite a feat in itself and should be taken seriously! I know this much: Whichever hand I am using must – I repeat, must! – be a lot faster than I am currently articulating mine. In addition, each of the two balls or bean bags must reach the same height. Think of them as a double star: Each single star orbits, or rotates, around the other in a non-changing circle. You see, 2-Ball is really nothing but a double star.

(acerca de 9:24 P.M.) I was walking Deah down Princeton Drive, going towards Forest Hills Drive: We had just come from the wooded area. It was around 6:40 P.M. Fifty or so feet from Forest Hills Drive, a white male teen-ager beckoned me as he was coming down the driveway of the next-to-the-last house on the left (east). He asked me if I was a professional clown, that someone had told him that, but that he didn’t believe it. After I responded in the afirmative, he also declared that he had heard that I was a good juggler. I told him I wasn’t good, but that I could juggle.
The kid was well-meaning, I’m sure, and he was unaware of the nature of the relationship that existed between professional clowning and me. It is this relationship that I want to repair precisely because of the “respect” that my reputation is burden with! It’s not that I cherish clowning again: I feel guilty about my disrespect and mis-treatment of it. But it looks like I will be carrying that guilt to my grave!

(4th, About 8:23 A.M.) What does it mean to have your right hand cut off? At least I think it was my right: In the dream I was facing myself facing me. And the ___hole hand was the closer of the two to the left edge of the frame (if I’m not mistaken in all of this). “If thy right hand offends thee, cut it off!” The bible didn’t mean it literally, for pete’s sake! But it happened: A perfect, straight across cut, a few inches below my wrist. There was no blood. There was no pain (“No pain, no gain.” [?]). In fact, I didn’t even realize my hand was missing until – did I try to use it? Another male was with me, but he, as far as I can remember, was non-descript: That is, I should never be able to “recreate” his face.
Harkening back to a real movie, I would really really appreciate your permission if I may de-construct OLIVER TWIST again. This time I would like to consider when Monks is up in a tree and Fagin is down below. Monks is telling Fagin that he use to seek shelter in a tree when younger to escape the taunts of his peers. He informed Fagin, who was walking away from him, that he was never coming down. Out of the hearing range of Monks but overheard by the viewer, Fagin claims differently. Sure enough, the branch on which Monks was sitting collapse, and Monks came tumbling down.
Monks can no longer avoid reality? No one can hide from Fagin? The relationship with Fagin was the best thing that ever happened to Monks? Or was the scene just one more of the melodramatic jokes that MASTERPIECE THEATRE host Russell Baker warned us about?

(acerca de 9:04 A.M.) It was the July the 4th holiday in Tuscaloosa, AL, in 1995. I was walking down the sidewalk on University Boulevard (the side of the street nearest the river) with the African American whore Eva, heading towards down town (probably my bank, AM South). Eva was on my left.

(acerca de 9:37 A.M.) Something tells me that is was a day or two prior to July 4, 1995, when Eva and I were cruising Tuscaloosa, AL: There were way too many stores open!
It was the afternoon. I stated while walking that I didn’t understand why African Americans (I might have said “blacks”) celebrate July 4th. Being the customer-friendly “business woman” that she was (and is?), Eva agreed with me and commenced to tell me what her father had said about July 4th and African Americans: According to Eva, he felt as I did. Keep in mind that Eva was only a sex partner, not a cerebral sounding board: Of course she would have favorably responded to my diatribe, no matter what I had said!

(acerca de 10:49 A.M.) I can well understand how a person that was in the wrong place at the wrong time could come to the conclusion that the earth is a SAVAGE PLANET (8-9:00 P.M., P.B.S.). But we know better, don’t we? Floods, avanlanches, earthquakes, etc, are not God’s punishment for anything! Nor are they the evil side of nature! They just happen and if plants and animals are affected, then it happens. It wasn’t intentional!

(acerca de 11:12 A.M.) As I stated many times, I’m really not all that interested in earth science and/or meterology. But I am interested in how people react to nature’s everyday life: How can people blame nature and call Her cruel when they force Nature to scratch an itch? I have seen interviews with people that chose to build houses in the widerness of Colorado or Arizona, and were willing to accept whatever happens. Of course I get most of my information on the wild fires from THE NEWSHOUR WITH JIM LEHRER (5:30-6:30 P.M., P.B.S.); although yesterday evening was a fire-free show, the residents that would even respond to a show like the NEWSHOUR would not be your typical, “Damn You, Nature! We have a right to be here!” people.

(acerca de 12:2_ P.M.) A song from Jim Croce from the early-1970’s, “Bad, bad Leroy Brown”, states one doesn’t “step on Superman’s cape, you don’t spit in the wind, you don’t pull the mask off of the Ole Lone Ranger . . . “ And, I might add, one doesn’t, or shouldn’t, get upset with Time for only doing what It suppose to.
Do you realize that it has been almost seven years since I moved to Tallahassee, FL? Have I gained as much as I have lost in physical life? Will it all equal out in the end? Or are they seven years that got away from me somehow, a Seven-year period for which I have nothing to show? In seven more years I will be almost sixty years of age: Will I be trapped in Childersburg, AL, all that time? I vow not to be, even if I must take extreme measures.

(acerca de 2:43 P.M.) The gods brought Their own fireworks, thank you! The celebration has begun, complete with confetti falling on us. The gods are declaring, “So y’all made another year! (The gods are from the south part of heaven). Thunder is upstaging anything we morals could ever unleash.
Rain hid among the upper-80-degrees (F) this morning and early this afternoon, waiting for the o’kay to charge that It knew would be issued sometime today.
Kayla was over here from around 9:15 A.M. until around 2:15 P.M. In the last week and a half, the child has been to two neighboring states. If she doesn’t watch it, she will become a more successful traveler than I was!

(acerca de 3:31 P.M.) Phoebus lights the fuse for the fireworks displays – the ultimate pyrotechnician – then Rain comes along and chases the “kids” away.
It is amazing how fast the single hand must move in a 2-Ball display: Faster than that particular hand must move in 3-Ball! For if the hand doesn’t “blur” the sight, the balls will not retrace their paths the next time, resulting in a dis-ruption of the vertical. The hand must not be allowed to swing to the right or to the left.
Maybe I haven’t been wasting these last seven years! Not the last two years, anyway: Juggling has claimed them and used them well! It is my Ph.D. training in juggling!

(acerca de 6:26 P.M.) I think I may have figured out Steve Holt’s problem: He wants so much to be “famous” and “successful” at something – anything – that he feels by being the only man in the world that could live with Mary McCarhan, he would achieve a unique status! You have to want fame and success awfully bad! I know I don’t: not even on my worse days! Steve stated to me several times that my past is not as bad as I think it is. Was those statements unconscious admissions of his terrible life with Mary?
Two-Ball in one hand (columns) stresses the shoulder something horribly! If it doesn’t keep my joints loose, I don’t know what will!

(5th, About 7:46 A.M.) In __ the vent remaining open, the trapped heat in this room, left over from a day of pillaging and ravishing yesterday afternoon, didn’t leave room for Sleep during the overnight period that began yesterday evening. It was as if I was in a type of pressure cooker: The Heat exerted a lot of force against the walls. Until some voluntarily relinquished claim to this room, there was no way – Physics were insistent about no allowing this law to be bypassed – for Sleep to squeeze in. It finally did, but by that time, Dawn of the Fifth was very near.
Knowing full well that Deah would hyperventilate and be a clinging vine yesterday evening due to the frequent “pop” of fire works, I didn’t even attempt to walk her: She stayed in her familiar environment of this room, and instead I went on a solitary outing for a cigarette break! The more non-American a person is in her/his life style, the more fuss is made over the Fourth of July!

(acerca de 8:24 A.M.) What else can you expect for Independence Day by a television program on George Washington. Of course this was not the retelling of the myth and legend of the first Grand Poopaw of this country: It was REDISCOVERYING GEORGE WASHINGTON (8:30-10:00 P.M., P.B.S.), which exposed Washington as scheming and contradiction (he was a slave owner).
Earlier in the week I had read a biography in “The World Book Encyclopedia” on the man, something that I should have done years ago.
In the summer of 1972, I enrolled in The Rhetoric of Black Power at the University of Alabama. The instructor was a middle aged African American preacher. One day George Washington came up for discussion: It was decided that Washington had many children with his female house slaves, and that, as a consequences, white people refused to carry the name of “Washington,” changing their names if necessary. And then he leaned over his desk and stated the most shocking thing of all: George Washington was the first “Mother Fucker”! I heard many of my fellow students vocalize their amazement that the reverend had articulated such. Not that Washington wasn’t – though not the first “Mother Fucker” by far – but that George Washington was called that in public!
Only now am I beginning to understand what the instructor was referring to: The father of liberty and equality with slaves? Such a contradiction didn’t go un-noticed by other countries.
A CAPITAL FOURTH (7-8:30 P.M., P.B.S.) was too jingoistic: All the display of patriotism made my stomach ache. So I ran from it and instead joined Joyce and granny in watching BEYOND BELIEF: FACT OR FICTION? (7-8:00 P.M., FOX). What can I say about such a show except that it is cheaply done. However, it didn’t make me want to puke as A CAPITAL FOURTH did!
So I won’t have to catch with today’s news five or ten years down the line, I watched THE NEWSHOUR WITH JIM LEHRER (5:30-6:30 P.M., P.B.S.). By so doing, I can see to my future in better, more productive ways than having to retrace my steps.
A couple of day ago FOX 6 or one of the Birmingham TV stations had, as part of its early evening local news report, a “package” concerning theft of an American flag every time it was raised over a veteran’s cemetery in Anniston, AL. Most likely the thief is selling the flags on the Black Market, considering all the increase in flag-waving since 9/11. Granted, the buyers may not be aware of the origins of the flag (the one they brought, not the overall history of the flag) and the stealer is most likely non-caring about the United States; but the incident points out a real-world truism: Displaying the flag is the easiest, last-resort, symbol of patriotism! Obeying its laws is the best way to demonstrate your American spirit!
In a speech delivered somewhere recently, George W. Bush stated that no government can upsurp “under God” from the Pledge of Allegiance. The Islamic terrorists declared that the Koran is beyond government “correction.” And there, ladies and gentlemen, is the problem we face! As one Congress person stated (Joe Liberman?), another 9/11 type attack on this country is not inevitable. However I say unto you: With Bush in the White House, it is only a matter of time before 9/11 happens again. And the sequel will be worse than the original!

(acerca de 3:01 P.M.) Another easy way to tell people you are patriotic is by watching J.A.G., a television show based on the military life. The show is cathartic: People can spend six days a week being insults to the United States, breaking its laws, and being overall nuisances, but that seventh day, so they think, J.A.G. will make it all right! How pathetic that the only way that a large minority of people can can express a concern for the U.S. is by way of television!
A hot, draining day: The low-90-degrees (F) with humidity rapidly approaching parity. Phoebus is merciless, albeit an eye -“smarter.”
The main thing wrong with improved writing skills: By being able to “say” more with less ink, I feel that I am cheating on prolixity. Four pages in this journal book don’t seen nearly enough.

(acerca de 5:50 P.M.) “Does England has a fourth of July? Yes, it also has a fifth and sixth!” This was my campaign slogan for my failed attempt for elected office (treasurer?) in the student government in high school. The year was, what, 1965? I’m pretty sure it was.
A male smart-ass pointed out that the first verb should have been “have,” not “has.”
Larry Tubbs was my so-called “campaign manager.” What was I thinking?
In my campaign speech, given before the entire student body gathered in the basketball gym, I appropriated a line for John Kennedy’s inauguration speech: “Ask not what your school can do for you, ask what you can do for your school!”

(acerca de 6:27 P.M.) Don’t get me wrong: I am not blaming that student government loss for my mis-guided past! I just wanted to do some 4th of July stories.
Around 5:20 P.M., Thunder started trying to chase Heat and Humidity from the area. It is rather vocal in Its anger. So angry, in fact, that It has reached the flash-point! Lightning has blown out the Sun: Phoebus’ steady light doesn’t stand a candle to the illumination from Lightning!
Month VII seems to be using all of Its fireworks this evening. Does this mean that the rest of the 1/12 year will be Storm-free?

(acerca de 6:43 P.M.) Storm reviewed the reports of the firework displays we puny mortals provided yesterday evening . . .

(acerca de 7:43 P.M.) . . . in the United States of America, and stated, “Is that the best you can do? Let me show you what a real firework display looks like! “ And It did! You win, Storm! The gods are applauding at Storm’s victory.
All hail broke loose around 6:45 P.M. The marble-size ice balls pounded us into submission. It was overkill by Storm: Thunder and Lightning were all It needed to remind us mortals who the real genius of firework displays is!

(acerca de 8:04 P.M.) If I hadn’t seen it with my own two eyes, I wouldn’t have believe it! I thought that maybe “The Daily Home” had copied the quote incorrectly: In regards to the rejection by the United States of the International Criminal Court, George W. Bush was quoted as saying, “An American soldier could be drug in front of the court!” Maybe not exactly those words: Except for “drug.” Now the superlative of the verb “to drag” is “dragged,” not “drug.” I was doubtful that even Bush couldn’t be this ignorant. But alas, I saw the video clip of the president en___ding the quote!
God bless America!
Not long after Jimmy Carter became president, a book came out describing Carter English (the book was a joke). Since he is from Georgia, the book was, in reality, a literary caricature of Southern patois.
George W. Bush is from Texas. But he doesn’t, fortunately, represent Texas English. However, I don’t understand why a book isn’t published focussing on his many malapropisms! Of course it wouldn’t be joke: Maybe that’s why such a book has yet to appear. Americans are too embarrassed by such a person – a graduate of Yale University – in the White House!
Harkening back to the U.S.’s refusal to pay ball with the rest of the world: Keep in mind that this country also turn its back on the League of Nations! The difference between then and now is that the League of Nations had been created by our own president, Woodrow Wilson. At least now Bush’s rejection of the I.C.C. has many willing followers! Of course, George W. Bush “ain’t no” Woodrow Wilson! He doesn’t even come close! Although Wilson did suspend some civil liberties during World War I. His excuse! National Security. Damn that has a familiar ring to it!

(6th, About 8:07 A.M.) It is as if what I have said many times is empirically proving itself: A dream is just that, a dream, and must remain in the realm to which it belongs. If you allow it to mix with the reality crowd, trouble will result. Maybe, then, the reason dreams are so hard to retain in memory is good: It means that you have successfully corralled them in their proper environment.
However, it can be very frustrating to realize that the dream does follow you out of bed; that it stays behind in spite of the overwhelming attention that you give to it re-construction. Earlier this morning I had a dream with a ___ Don as the main character. I guess I would have to, in the future, transfer the dream to the alien world of Journal while still in bed! For my own emotional/mental health, I want very much for dreams to stay on that side of the demarcation line; but at the same time, I feel Journal should faithfully report them to the people. Wild plants and animals are not obliged to make themselves known to humankind in order to exist, as if the earth is a summer camp and homo sapiens are the counselors and chaperons. Likewise, just because dreams are averse to being documented, doesn’t mean that they are “gone forever”! They are out there someplace, probably not even conscious of our existence. It is only a small percentage that accidentally wander into our “airspace.” The large majority vanish without a trace. So instead of complaining about the elusiveness of dreams, I should be happy that I was able to trap any in Journal at all!

(acerca de 9:01 A.M.) In the latter part of 1993 actress Angela Lansbury had a press conference for the sole purpose of announcing that, yes, she would continue in the role of Jessica Fletcher in the television series MURDER SHE WROTE. At least that is what Richard Pereles told me as he was “lodging” a negative comment. Only that time he was very right to be hostile: Was it really so important that MURDER, SHE WROTE went on for another season?
Yesterday evening, a rebroadcast of a post-series movie, MURDER SHE WROTE: SOUTH BY SOUTHWEST (8-10:00 P.M., C.B.S.) made a special appearance on television. I didn’t view all of it – only the final hour and twenty minutes or so – but I saw enough to understand that standard, academic suspense movie camera action was used: Shots of only feet, etc.
One of the elements that “sells” detective films is making some of the viewers think that they have solved the mystery when they didn’t suppose to. Such was the case with Joyce yesterday: Early in the movie she declared that a middle-age couple in a convertible was the Evil Ones, although they were being friendly to Jessica. Come to find out, she was right.
I didn’t watch THE NEWSHOUR WITH JIM LEHRER (5:30-6:30 P.M., P.B.S.) or WASHINGTON WEEK (7-7:30 P.M., P.B.S.) in their entirety, but even a minute of each of these shows are worth more than four hours of CNN!

(acerca de 9:57 A.M.) As the modern feminist movement was underway – I am referring to the early-1970’s – it was generally accepted by the Women Libbers, men and women alike, that the world would be a better place to live if controlled by women. Women, it was believed at the time, were mort compassionate, more understanding, than men. It was definitely gender-profilng, a classic case of us harboring pre-conceptions. And like all pre-conceptions, by definition they can’t be proved or disproved: If the latter happens, then they were nothing by mis-conceptions all along.
Operating under a double standard – one standard for men, a higher standard for women – is inhumane. Except for hormones and anatomical differences, males and females are the same. I choose female dentists over male dentists; female professors should “learn” me more than male professors. Boy, was I wrong! People are people! I must accept this fact without blaming women for the truth of it! I must not be overly disappointed when a woman fails to live up to the same standards imposed on a male: She doesn’t have any more obligation to behave differently than a male has!
I was watching an old episode of 7TH HEAVEN on WGN television station out of Chicago, IL one afternoon earlier this week (Thursday?). I asked Joyce what was Annie’s (the mother) excuse for being a bitch at this pre-menopausal stage? The more I watch 7TH HEAVEN, the more I see that it adheres to reality more than you would think the WB network is capable of! WB has the reputation for fantasy shows. Or that is the general thinking. But maybe I should re-examine GILMORE GIRLS, ANGEL, CHARMED, etc.

(acerca de 11:26 A.M.) Surely I reported in this journal my difficulties in getting across the border into Mexico during the late-1980’s and early-1990’s when I was touring with Carson and Barnes Circus and it played towns on the demarcation line separating the United States from Mexico! There was even a comment about me being an “Arab terrorist” in one of the route books! Imagine how I would fare in this post-9/11 era, assuming that I had the same appearance! I shudder to think of the hard time I would now have!
Heat and Humidity are unbearable: And the afternoon has yet to hit! Will there be another “check” by Storm in this climatic chess game?
With Extended Basic cable re-established to this house, Telemundo can background my juggling: Maybe osmosis will improve my Spanish. Hey, it’s a thought!

(acerca de 1:53 P.M.) Remember when I told Anita Matlow that the photographs she had taken and developed look like a Claude Monet painting? Silly me: I doubt if I reported the comparison! It was 1998, in Tallahassee, FL, at the house on Dellview Drive. The conversation took place in the basement. I hadn’t meant to be complimentary to Anita, but I supposed it was. My God, to compare a slut like Anita Matlow to Claude Monet? What was I thinking?
At the time, I was just beginning to understand Claude Monet. Maybe that explains what I did. Even though I’m a long way from being an expert in impressionistic painting, I would no more compare Anita Matlow with Claude Monet! Even if we were still a couple (God forbid!)!
My apologies, Monsieur Monet! Forgive me: For I know not what I said!

(acerca de 2:49 P.M.) It great to have you back, The Weather Channel! Now I can keep track of low-90-degrees (F) and tell the gods if It is naughty or nice! With a hard-working Phoebus, Heat and Humidity are being hurriedly transported to the area before Storm can issue an A.P.B. for Them.
If only I hadn’t waited all those years! To really do 2-Ball justice, I don’t know if I can keep up the pace of training required for an awfully fast shoulder-joint articulation! The left shoulder especially needs more time and energy. It is a helluva time to start worrying about it now! Did I ever mismanage my time!
He can’t help it I know, but racing legend Richard Petty reminds me of Stanley Matlow, Anita Matlow’s former husband. What a terrible thing to say about someone! What has Mr. Petty ever done to me?

(acerca de 3:26 P.M.) Correct me if I’m wrong, but I interpreted a discussion yesterday evening on WASHINGTON WEEK as “suggesting” that the military is becoming so powerful in this country – one is safer in the military than in one’s home – that it will one day soon run the United States government. Am I to understand that there will be a second Revolutionary War later this century or early the 22nd? The way history repeats itself, I don’t doubt it!

(acerca de 5:51 P.M.) All this talk about “re-inventing yourself”: Isn’t that spitting in the face of age? It sounds to me like a conspiracy among the Baby Boomer generation to assassinate Growing Old! I doubt if there will ever be another generation that willingly refuses to accept reality. Or should I say creates its own reality.
Is “re-inventing yourself” playing God? Or is it re-inventing God?

(acerca de 10:39 P.M.) While cutting the north side of the back yard early this evening, several random drops of hail hit me from above: But I kept on mowing. Obviously the drops were trying to stop my assault on the grass. So I take it that the grass has a protector.
I was rewarded for my stick-to-iness soon by a wave from the other side of the picture window: Kayla had sneaked in unbeknown to me. She stayed until almost 9:00 P.M., so I didn’t deprive myself of her company for too long. And besides, it gave her more time with just Joyce and granny: The latter especially doesn’t want me around when Kayla is visiting.
It remains warm at this late hour: The low-70-degrees (F) have an audience with Phoebe.

(7th, About 7:14 A.M.) I read the clock incorrectly: I could have sworn it displayed “8” something instead of “6” something! I sure wouldn’t have removed myself from bed if my vision had registered correctly! Sleep was snuggled up so passionately and it was so refreshing! That doesn’t happen much.
It follows that I would reject biography during my past: I really never had a grip on reality, and that is what biography ___ to history. Maybe I should open my own clinic: Biography therapy! Biography reveals the humanness of a person that is depicted as one-sided machines by those out to make a buck from keeping from the public that the person defecates like everyone else. Far from lessening the person’s accomplishments, biography publicizes the fact that we are all capable of noble acts (fame and fortune with these acts are something else; the danger of biography is that it can easily instill bitterness and despair in people, leading to suicidal tendencies). Of course I wouldn’t go as far as Biography on A & E television and Biography Magazine: Mostly those two media do more harm than good.

(acerca de 8:09 A.M.) Speaking of de-construction, that is exactly what BATTLEFIELD: VIETNAM (11:00P.M. to 1:00 A.M., P.B.S.) does. The viewer is a tactical planner after the fact: Each major campaign is reviewed and, to an extent, justified. Not only students of military science, but also the anti-war veteran will be given a better perspective of what went on and how did the United States “loss.”
Apropos to the military, during a discussion on WASHINGTON WEEK Friday evening, all of a sudden it “hit” me (actually it wasn’t until the next day that I became of this frame of mind) that it was hinted that the military may become so powerful in this country, popular acclaimation is likely to turn over the reign of government to it. Most likely my inference is a perversion of what was stated – “A person is much more safe on the battlefield than s/he is at home!” – but it doesn’t a strong imagination to reach the conclusion that I did!
Amazingly, it wasn’t until this “war” on terrorism that I associated war with “dangerous.” That’s how far removed from reality I was!
The rest of the television day was Joyce “surfing” the channels. Game Show Network received most of the attention.

(acerca de 10:51 A.M.) A normal person wouldn’t waste time and energy analyzing LEAVE IT TO BEAVER, the late-1950’s/early-1960’s television show. But we all know that I “ain’t” normal!
If you are familiar with the program, you recall the character Eddie Haskle (?). He was the archtypal school smart-ass, the bully, the trouble-maker. Hell, every high school class has one: She or he is what causes tragedies such as the shooting at Columbine High School several years ago.
The star character, Beaver, and his brother Wally are all-American, Apple Pie, flag-waving people from an average Middle-Class family. The entire clan represented the idealized family unit for that era, the height of the Cold War. Dramatically, Beaver/Wally was balanced by Eddie: They were direct opposites in fact. I would even go so far as to say that without Eddie Haskel (?), there would and could not have been a Beaver/Wally! The show really more brilliant than people give it credit.
I may have read this someplace: With all the crap I investigated during my young and foolish days, I most likely did! The article (?) was about “primitive” (non-Christian, non-Jewish, non-Islam, etc) religions among the American Indians and other indigenous people. During a solemn religious ritual, the shamans, in the role of the clown or trickster, would, in a particular case, piss in the water to prevent the followers from separating the mysticism from what religion is all about: A direct connection between the gods and mortals. Religion was (is?) a way of life, not a hobby, and shamans must see to it that was (is) kept from being a pie in the sky transaction.

(acerca de 11:49 A.M.) There is a young male that advertises Dell computers (“Easy as Dell) on television and in the print media. As Joyce said, the man is almost a re-incarnation of Eddie Haskel (?). Of course I have seen the series - in re-broadcast and during the original run – but my hatred for the character – I was victimized by Eddie Haskles – prevents me from accusing anyone of an Eddie Haskle-connection!
I shook a bunch of bedding and towels for Deah outside this morning: Earlier Joyce told me that she would wash them in the machine if I did. Then I attempted to juggle. It’s a good thing that my financial security depends on juggling: My elbows and lower arms are still reacting negatively to the shaking!

(acerca de 1:01 P.M.) I don’t know which member of which muscle group has temporarily made juggling almost impossible, but if I find out what s/he is, why I’ll – try to fix the deficient muscle! Apparently I have failed to it the attention it has always needed for proper development. The body is so reactionary, so set in its ways: Only these muscles can do a particular thing. It has been that way for million of years. I must find the weak link and exocise it: Juggling deserves nothing less.
Neighbor Jim Veasey was using a bull dozer to clear some of the wooded area behind his house and behind Joyce’s house. Knowing full well that it is all a game for Jim, I asked him if he would clear away the bordering brick between Joyce’s back yard and the wooded area. He did. I later commented to Joyce that Jim was like a child playing with a truck in the sand. Joyce agreed, adding “Only enlarged!” I really wasn’t imposing on Jim. If anything, I gave him an excuse to play longer!

(acerca de 4:01 P.M.) My only hope is that this lower arm uproar, this “tennis elbow,” will improve the strength in my arms and will make a difference in my juggling technique! It has already had an indirect effect: I know who the “enemy” is. This uproar could be the “wake-up call” I have been needing. No pain, no gain. At least I hope that applies in this case!
Walking 500 feet is punishing in this low-90-degrees (F), ultra-high humidity! The water won’t stay it belongs: Deep within me. The corporal assault in combination with the meterological trauma are really testing my endurance!

(acerca de 5:26 P.M.) The Day became so angry with the behavior of Heat and Humidity that It is throwing a barrage of water to put out the fire. It is not at all pleased with having to use up the expensive liquid. Much g_nnbling accomplanys the Waterfall. If only Summer would learn proper protical! I don’t think It has acted as It should since It came on duty two weeks or so ago!

(8th, About 9:00 A.M.) Now you know why I was so protective of Luigi when I was on the circus: I was well aware of the fact that laborer work would cause muscle groups to be activated that would get in the way of the muscle groups that gave my clowning that extra edge.
I have only so much corporal power available and I must save myself for clowning. Or so I thought. For some reason it never occured to me to maintain all my muscle groups in proper working order by visiting a gym! Sure, once a person crosses the 50’s boundary of life the body begins to break down, but I don’t think that’s the case here. My left lower arm is just not use to carrying the weight that I put on it yesterday morning when I shook out Deah’s towels and bedding. How pathetic! Maybe I should do “a whole lot of shaking” more often! Either that or introduce my left hand to a squeeze/grip apparatus! And don’t forget the neglect that has been done on my shoulders! There’s no such thing as being too fragile to build up with weight training! And to claim that it is too late to counter the years of neglect is nonsense!
Speaking of my right shoulder, it still has a way to go before it is “normal.”

(acerca de 11:43 A.M.) One of the entries from the Game Show Network that comes into this house – but which doesn’t make it pass the Family Room; its progress is stopped – is MATCH GAME. As seen on the Game Show Network, the series is at least fifteen years old. But it was in July 2000, while I was staying at Motel 6 in Tuscaloosa, AL, for the purpose of fulfilling my Master’s Comprehension Examination via the University of Alabama Testing Office, that I would watch an updated version of the Gene Rayburn (?) hit while eating dinner: The show was from a C.B.S. affiliate (WIAT in Birmingham?) at 6:00 P.M. I can still visualize sitting in a chair about 50-degrees to the TV’s left. I recall a chicken meal one evening, cheeseburgers another time, and pizza. Deah shared part of my dinner with me.
Gene Rayburn, of course, was not the host of the updated MATCH GAME: Is he still alive even? This version is no longer on the air.

(acerca de 12:29 P.M.) THE MCLAUGHLIN GROUP (3-3:30 P.M., P.B.S.) was the electronic cynosure of yesterday afternoon. However, an hour of C-Span and C-Span 2 also made a contribution.
Kayla was here from around 5:25 P.M. until about 8:40 P.M. Therefore I was only able to see ten or fifteen minutes of AFRICA (7-8:00 P.M., P.B.S.). However I saw enough of the show (keep in mind it was my second viewing) to realize – with more facts to back me up – that the peoples of this mini-series are much more closer to what humankind should be, as opposed to the desperate but futile attempt to reject our place in the animal kingdom that we what can only laughingly be labelled “civilized” society.
Ken Burns created a special 3 ½ hour video diary of the Lewis and Clark Expedition, using the actual written words of Meriwether Lewis and William Clark, and several other members of the Corps of Discovery, as arranged by historian Dayton Duncan. If the exploring was being done now, CNN or satelite video would track the expedition’s every move. But since it took place in the early part of the ninteeth century, instead of the closing years of the twentieth century, LEWIS & CLARK: THE JOURNEY OF THE CORPS OF DISCOVERY (8-9:45 P.M., P.B.S.) is the next best thing. The mini-series is making the two-year (?) trip more real, more than just facts and figures. I can identify with Lewis and Clark and others in the expedition: I sincerely hope than someone will take my journals seriously enough and put together a retrospective of my goings-on in life in the late 23rd century!
Kayla’s visit kept me from the first forty-five minutes, but what the hell; it was only four years ago – 1998 in Tallahassee, FL – the house on Dellview Drive – that I saw the complete series the first time! Although now I must say that I am really able to “see” the show: The quality of watching more than makes up for what I was unable to view yesterday evening.
Kayla’s s voice forced me out of bed early this morning around 7:45 A.M. For the next four and a half hours, the private Day Care Center was in operation.

(acerca de 1:35 P.M.) During graduate schooling, I did a report on Lewis and Clark: If I am not mistaken, it was for the Humor and the American Mind course I took in the Summer of 1998. Did I try to show how the Lewis and Clark Expedition impacted and informed the literary output of Washington Irving and/or the 19th century? I’m pretty sure it was this way.
I remember telling an older male (older than me even) in 1920-1945 American History (Spring 1999) that I had originated such a theory. The man had been impressed.
My left upper arm is still upset about the shaking I did yesterday morning! It is all I can do to hold Deah without the aid of my right hand.

(acerca de 3:19 P.M.) No doubt the Heat Index is the mid-90-degrees (F): If the Humidity would leave the upper-80-degrees (F) alone, the day wouldn’t be so miserable. I just hope the Humidity will hold off becoming Storm until I get the front yard cut. Or is that what It is trying to prevent?
A long time ago Performance told me, “If you should lose me, oh yes, you would lose a good thing!”

(acerca de 7:56 P.M.) Every so often – way too often – something happens that reveals to me how much work there still remains to be done before I can call myself cured! Such a moment arrived this morning: The felt-tip pens that Kayla draws with stained her hands. The ink is not easily removed. I tried and tried to get her to the bathroom sink before she ate lunch. But she cried, insisting that she wanted to see the final few minutes of OLLIE ROLLIE POLLIE or whatever the Disney Channel program is. So you know what I did? I told the child she wouldn’t be able to eat unless she washed her hands! What a thing to say to a hungry three-year old! Even worse, I told her the ink was poison (it’s not, of course)!
A wet wash cloth was used by granny to removed some of the stain. But the point is, food should never be used as a bribe! Nor should be eating be with held for punishment! If I hadn’t been sure of the toxicity of the ink would have been justified. But of course Leslie would not let the child play ink with poison ink! What I did was uncalled for and I should be ashamed of myself, which I am!

(acerca de 9:23 P.M.) It’s hard to believe that two little bean bags, each weighing less than a pound, could be the cause of so much bodily soreness, just by tossing them around! Is that normal? Or should a 52-year old man not do three 20-25 minute 2-Ball-in-one-hand juggling sessions throughout the day? Although I do relieve the stress on the shoulders by injecting a 2-Ball “I_” or “_I” – most times it is “I_I” with two bean bags. Is the corporal trauma due to the relative newness of the muscular forces – 3-Ball is nowhere near as rough on me – or is it indeed spitting in the face of reality by working so intensely on juggling in a post-50 environment?

(9th, About 7:43 A.M.) Hatred was the theme of my dreams early this morning. Well, hatred is too strong an emotion: It was more like resentment. Granny was the cause of one case. Of course, to her, it was her normal behavior, even though to anyone else it was shocking (whatever happened).
In another example of resentment, my connection with Sleep was directly affected. Somehow, resentment was let loose twice in my bed.
Previously to losing consciousness – in fact, this is how I courted Sleep – I was trying to figure out how to steal some money: Deah desperately needs a hair cut and I doubt seriously if legal employment ever catches up with me. If I can only find or get my hands on $50-$60! It was under these circumstances that those resentment dreams were formed.

(acerca de 8:1_ A.M.) As you no doubt clearly know by now, juggling an even number (2, 4, etc) of objects is vastly different than juggling an odd number (3, 5, etc). For the former, with the exception of two, each hands handles half of the objects, where as in the latter, both hands make contact with each object.

(acerca de 8:53 A.M.) In theory, in both odd and even juggling, the elbow or elbows should be pressed against the side of the body as if that “knotty” bone has been attacked to the body. The upper arm and shoulder shouldn’t come into play. But I’m a long way from that level of juggling, although I’m a lot closer with 3-Ball than with 2-Ball “columns.” In an attempt to come as close as I can to the ideal, my practice relies a lot on my upper arm and shoulder-joint articulation. The shoulder-joint articulation is much more pronounced during a 2-Ball-in-one-hand juggle: Probably 100% percent. Where as in 3-Ball, that 100% is divided between the two shoulders-joints. Is there any wonder, then, why three 20-25 minutes 2-Ball sessions flags me so? The more shoulder articulation, the more stress on the back. The main reason Sleep was dilatory in coming to my bed early, early this morning was that body aches and pains formed a barrier and wouldn’t allow Her to come to me.

(acerca de 9:31 A.M.) All I was able to squeeze from my television set yesterday evening was THE NEWSHOUR WITH JIM LEHRER. And then only a little less than half of the 5:30-6:30 P.M. history-as-we-speak program on public television! Then I hurried and mowed the front yard. But there was no need for haste: Storm had other deliveries yesterday and was on a different route.
The Game Show Network and FOX 6 LOCAL NEWS (9-9:30 P.M. from the Family Room turned the latter over to Samatha for her private residence temporarily.
It is amazing how well put together THE WIGGLES video tapes and daily programs are! They are worlds above the amateurish crap that the Center for Public Television in Tuscaloosa, AL, produces! The kids that are featured are very well trained and rehearsed. Great Children’s Entertainment is not, contrary to what Jon Sandige, the studio stupervisor at CPT in 1994-95, claimed, just “incomplete” regular entertainment: In many ways, a good kiddie show takes more to put together than does an adult show!

(acerca de 3:20 P.M.) It is exactly three miles from the driveway to the library: Leslie checked it out this morning. At least that what she reported to me: While the car’s odometer was measuring the path of my foot journey, I did mention to her that I didn’t think the distance was three miles. Since I was unable to see the numbers on the odometer, Leslie may have been just humoring me.
But say that it is three miles: II did everything in my power to extend the al fresco juggling session to forty-five minutes. I fell short, though, ten minutes. As soon as I arrived home a little after 1:00 P.M., with a single bag of cans and plastic bottles, I bathed Deah. It was while she was drying that I worked out with, mainly, the clubs, followed by a few minutes of ball-training.
It had been around 10:45 A.M., when Leslie and Kayla came for me. After making sure they were out of sight, I lit up and started walking the long way to the convenient store, sitting by the creek on the south side of 2nd Street, S.W., as the cigarette burned away. Then I went to purchase a pack: $1.50, compared to $7.00 a pack in big cities.
I stayed less than thirty minutes at the computer center: I wanted to take advantage of granny’s absence to de-dirt Deah and practice. E-mail maintenance and P.B.S. were about all I took on at a computer. (continued)




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