Phillip Wilson

Amazingly, I survived my Life
2011-09-30 00:04:17 (UTC)

2003 REVIEW (PART SEVENTEEN)

May- Childersburg/Sylacauga, AL (continues)

In another dream, or another part of the one above, there was a young Asan-American female involved. Your guess is as good as mine as to what my psyche was getting at!
There is almost a direct proportion, the quality of one’s mental/emotional health to the “completeness” of a revealed dream. A dream will remain in its own world, not able to “breath” in our world, much like a fish must live in water, not on land. The more one tells of a dream, the more “suspicious” one should be!
After I had gone through the check-out counter - a young female on the south “end,” a “less than 20 items” lane – I sat, and paced, in the “waiting area,” the other side of the check-out, for Joyce and granny. I had my one bag in my, mostly, right hand. It wasn’t, though, until about forty-five minutes had gone by that I realized that I was without the mouthwash I had purchased. Returning to the female that had “checked” me out, I learned that I had been given two bags! Or at least two bags had been prepared for me.
The female sent me to Customer Service. The “problem” was solved only after I retraced my steps to the mouthwash section.
What is it with me and Wal-Mart?

(acerca de 6:28 P.M.) Apparently the “Joyce-suggested” shoes is more “threatening” to my well-being than I had supposed! It is also an insult to my Muse: I have advanced so much, come so far, and one little step backwards could have had devastating results! I was lucky this time, but how about next time? “Juggling” was a warning, and a sign that there is hope.
If you recall, the previous visit to Wal-Mart – Christmas shopping – I purchase two journal books that spent thirty-forty minutes in my bag before I discovered that they were damaged. Although yesterday’s jack-ass “trick” can be “excused” due to my extreme fatigue: I didn’t have a good night with Sleep Sunday/Monday!

(acerca de 6:35 P.M.) I was already to buy a “jug” of universal 2-cycle fuel treatment (for the weed-eater)! I mean, it was I my cart! But I came upon Bill and Kayla shopping in Wal-Mart, and “discussed” the fuel treatment with him. He was skeptical of it: Why are there “special” weights if there is a “universal” weight? The wrong kind will burn the engine up. Now, Bill may well be right about the former. But the latter: Surely he realized that I was aware of what the incorrect fuel treatment would o! Or maybe he wasn’t!
About two weeks ago, I told Bill, Joyce told Bill (all God’s children – no, no, no!) that the weed-eater was out of mixture. Since Joyce can’t locate her User’s Manual, Bill had promise to call Sears, the supplier of the “eating” machine. I doubt if he did. He acted as if he was unaware of the fuel shortage! I suppose I will have to take care of this myself: Joyce nor Bill are not attending to it!
No focus, huh? I don’t stick to one thing, huh? I’m not doing too badly, then!
It was only the final twenty-five minutes or so of THE NEWSHOUR WITH JIM LEHRER (5:30-6:25 P.M., P.B.S.) yesterday: Wal-Mart “erased” the other portion of the program.
How “amateurish” KEN BURNS’ AMERICAN STORIES (8-9:30 P.M., P.B.S.), “The Congress” is! And the “civic lesson” is much too sensational and fanciful. The documentary is from the late-1980’s, but can easily be Public Relations from the Bush administration! What the hell, the Reagan White House was just as phony, if not more so (is such is possible!)!
Going from a blank, black screen to a close-up: It is disturbing and stressful for the eyes. And going from one “talking head” to another, without something to break up the sequence, not a good thing to do!
I only watched about seventy minutes of the program, but I “know a skunk when I see one”!

(acerca de 7:48 P.M.) As long as the lower-70-degrees (F) stick around, we are protected from Rain. And Rain means that Phoebus is stuck in the “house” all day!
But It wasn’t today! It was romping and gambolling all over the place! As I stated to Ralph Cline, of all the weeks to have book store duty!
I can’t swear to this, but I think I may have seen a group of people – a younger lady looking to the left was seen in close-up – saying the Pledge of Allegiance on television yesterday as David was “surfing” the channels! How is that unusual for Memorial Day you ask? Well, after “one nation” came “indivisible”: None of this “under God” nonsense separating the phrases!

(28th, About 5:53 A.M.) I never really thought about it! It just came out of my mouth “uninvited! But it make sense: The difference between being alive and being dead is dreaming. As I stated to Wanda Harkins yesterday morning, everybody dreams, even when she or he can’t remember doing so! “Dreaming” is neurotransmitters active on the brain’s inter-states.
In all due respect to Sigmiund (?) Freud and Carl Jung, I said to Wanda Harkins yesterday morning in the Cafetorium of CACC, the interpretation of the awake transcription of the dream gives in most cases a false reading: Dreams seldom allow themselves to be taken from their own world. When a person report a “dream,” it is usually a fantasy, what is the cynosure of the thinking process at the time of revelation. Maybe one day a machine will be able to transcribe a “dream” as it is happening, but until then, the best “we” can do is the interpreting of the interpreting of a dream!
The “meeting” began with me sitting at the table that Wanda was breakfasting at and confesing that I have a sleep disorder. When asked if the disorder has a name, I explained about the Princess and the Pea (“Even a wrinkle in the sheet interferes with my slumber!”) and that the temperature must be just right.

(acerca de 6:30 A.M.) As with all “great” works of art, SOUTH PARK (8:30-9:00 P.M., Comedy Central), though a re-broadcast of an episode that I saw about a month ago, is multi-layered. That is, when one sees it the second time, it is not like seeing it the second time! It is more like seeing it the first time again!
SOUTH PARK is an example of television that can’t be watched passively: I should have “caught” more than I did, the first time! Unless: You don’t reckoned that it was re-edited, do you? That would explain the newness of the episode, and excuse my inattention.
SOUTH PARK is much more than just a comedy: As with all “comedies,” there is a lot of “tragedy” in it. The tragedy of life: Which can only be laugh at!

(acerca de 8:03 P.M.) “God, please make them stop!”
I thought the day would never end! Since 7:30 this morning, there was a constant flow of people! Many texts were depleted!
As with “foxholes,” there are no atheists in the book store on the first day of classes!
I announced to Amy Rodgers, who collected tuition and help write up the books and supplies purchases on financial aid cards, I work “traffic”: Meaning that I saw to it that Hazel, Mandy, Sheila, and Amy, all behind the counter, weren’t overpowered by the clamor for books. I reminded myself of “Frank,” or Captain Peacock” (who is “Frank”?) on the British sit-com ARE YOU BEING SERVED?
I found it rude and annoying that a female that I had given the o’kay to enter the book store, kept talking on a cell phone instead of responding to my “May I help you?”! No one is that important! That is, no one that has to attend Central Alabama Community College in Childersburg, is! If one is that busy, one doesn’t need college!
The weather was fine this afternoon: It stayed around the mid-70-degrees (F). Phoebus did wonders with the day! If only early June can repeat this next week when I will thankfully be back on grounds (“There is a God in heaven!”)! But Rain and/or Storm may beat me “to the punch” out of pure spite: And because It/They is/are (a) bastard(s)!

(acerca de 8:4_ P.M.) There is a big difference between wearing a replica of the American flag on your person and sporting a crucifix! As repulsive as the former may be, it is a divisive symbol in this country!
The local (Birmingham) television news reported that a student was suspended from some area high school (?) for having a crucifix on her person, Sunday afternoon. Since the news was a part of the features presented by the Family Room, David and Joyce were in the audience. It was Joyce, in fact, that made a comment of “the next thing you know they will outlaw waving the flag!”, or some undemocratic remark! The main reason that one can’t display a crucifix in school is because it is illegal: The separation of church and state forbids it. The first amendment doesn’t allow a person in a public facility to try and “sell” a particular religion. And isn’t the purpose of education to “teach” the children to obey the law, no matter what one may think of it? How in the world can one teach legal responsibility when one gives the blessing (no pun intended) for lawlessness in the guise of God? That one would blame God for one’s anti-social behavior – which is what the student under discussion was – is blasphemy and taking God’s name in vain!
God is to better society, not weakened it by encouraging law-breaking!

(29th, About 5:16 A.M.) I don’t know which is more physically demanding: Servicing the drainage ditch, or working the first day of classes in the book store! My body aches all over! I don’t remembering being this tired the other “first days” that I worked!
Even within the ten months that I have been at CACC, Leisa McGaha has aged: The “jowls” (cheeks) on her face have “fallen”! The youthful fat tissue is rapidly leaving her. For the back she can still pass as a twenty-two-year old.
Leisa is in the low-or-mid-40’s: She will be hideous when she reaches her 50’s! Her young husband may stray, especially with Leisa’s daughter.
Joyce and I briefly discussed Leisa and her aging, yesterday morning on the way to work.
I’m in bad shape when writing becomes an exhausting duty! But such was my treatment by First Day!

(acerca de 5:52 A.M.) Yesterday morning, around 6:20, I dressed myself in a pair of dark blue kakli (?) pants and a red, blue, and yellowish striped pale shirt. Having business in the kitchen with granny at the table, the latter said to me, “Don’t you have any clean pants?” “These are clean!” I replied. There is no reason to waste paper and pen on that woman: We all know what kind of person she is!
Granny has not gotten worse. For if she can get worse, she is capable of psychical movement and, therefore, could improve.
Granny is a major part of my past that I can’t deny. The only thing I can do is to not let her into my present. Contrary to what a mother should do, she is not allowing my future “full reign”! What a terrible thing to be to you own child!
2-cycle motor fuel treatment is 2-cycle fuel treatment! The “core” liquid is the same for all 2-cycle motors. What is different, and what one has to watch out for in order to prevent damage to the motor, is the proportion of fuel treatment to gasoline. Like Joyce’s weed-eater is 40:1, as Bill pointed out was “declared” on the fuel tank cap!

(acerca de 6:22 A.M.) I have a good idea – not that I care – that Linda and Joyce understand that my almost-marriage to Anita Matlow scared the hell out of me! For I personally told Linda via the telephone how granny-like Anita was (and no doubt sill is; granny is not special by being unique)!
I am continuing to study the poem that proceeds each chapter of “Ivanhoe” and the way it relates to the chapter: Is it like the chorus in a Greek or Shakespearean drama? And are the poems related: Do they altogether, taken as a whole, say something or even re-interpret the novel?

(acerca de 7:48 P.M.) It’s horrible to let a person like Mandy Rollins play havoc with my emotions like she did this afternoon! She made me so angry I could have cried! In fact, I did – in a way! At least I felt like I did after complaining to Hazel – who was just as guilty today as Mandy was – and going to my semi-private rest area and smoking a cigarette!
Mandy hanged some T-shirts on a rack. But she “forgot” to price them. Therefore, when she subtly hinted that I was derelict in my duty, I overreacted. When I related the incident to Hazel, she told me that Mandy is like that to everybody.
This morning, while seated in a chair by the wall display (east side), I commented to Hazel, who was sitting in the high stool/chair engaged in paper work, that Wagner (the composer) used “5/4” and “9/4” and all that “wierld” signatures in his musical composing. She glance at Sheila (Mitchell) and Many on her left and grinned (Sheila was on tuition and Mandy was sitting in a chair behind her). So the T-shirt incident was just the “last straw”!
Wind was frisky with Phoebus today. It was a beautiful day for the follick: The upper-70-degrees (F). Clear. Bright. Breezy.
I understand that Amy Rodgers stated yesterday evening after I had left, that she was “so tired the meat’s coming off my bones!”.

(acerca de 8:20 P.M.) You know what really bothers me? It’s the fact that I may need “patronizing” and paternalization! That’s a scary thought but I must consider it!
A cute Asian-American female, a work-study student for Ralph Cline and the computer “division,” came into the bookstore this morning to “pick-up” some supplies. “Were her parents boat people from Viet nam?” I asked Hazel. Sheila had to repeat the question.
I have seen this young female on campus many times since coming to work at CACC. And each time, I became sexually “aroused”!
Anyway, I wasn’t comfortable with the way Hazel dealt with my inquiry. Could it be that I imagined all the patronizing of today? Maybe I am, indeed, really paranoid!

(30th, About 6:00 A.M.) Remember that African American female, a member of the U.S. Civil Rights Commission, that appeared “indirectly” on C-Span several weeks ago? The woman that was critical of the Supreme Court for not legislating from the bench during war time? She had just uttered a statement about “there is no democracy” in the United States. Well, no wonder! She contradicted herself in less than twenty seconds! I wish I could say that it was a new record, but there have been many that have bested that record. Liberals and conservatives.
This woman is using the Civil Rights Commission to serve her own interest, not to strengthen democracy. But maybe that commission is doing more harm than good: Maybe it’s time to say goodbye to it!

(acerca de 6:30 A.M.) When I arrived back to the book store yesterday afternoon from a cigarette break and my “silent” crying spell, I ate a boxful of raisins. It was around 4:15, and I suddenly became energized. A cigarette, a silent cry, a box of raisins: To what can I contribute my “second wind”? All three, you say?
Joyce “rushed” into the book store yesterday (morning?) and asked me to shake a vending machine, her selected product having been “jammed.” I knew that shaking a vending machine is not reccommended: There have been cases of the machine falling on the shaker. But a tilt to the rear unloosened the item.
Speaking of vended products: Yesterday morning, an African American female handed me a Mountain Dew soft drink – I was just outside the book store door for some reason – saying that she “found” it in the “__p” of a drink dispenser. The seal was unbrokened, so I drank it, first offering it to Hazel and Sheila.

(acerca de 12:20 P.M.) The legislative branch make the laws, right? It is left to the judicial branch to interpret just what the laws mean. And finally, there is the executive branch of government: It enforces the laws, even though the judiciary may be in the midst of figuring out their applicability. So why this “executive powers” that the president – a part of the executive branch, an enforcer of laws – can use to upsurp the legislative branch and create laws? Isn’t such a contradiction of “checks and balances”?

(acerca de 1:17 P.M.) Contrary to what “they” say, the presidency is, indeed, above the law! For if you can make the law, you can break the law!
I am writing this from the library. The previous sub-entry came to you while I was awaiting lunch at Hardee’s: A 2/3 cheeseburger, fries, and tea.
My hair was “mowed” a few minutes ago at Ronnie’s Barber Shop, for $8.00. Just in time for a return to grounds at CACC next week!

(acerca de 2:50 P.M.) I have been waiting all month for this one day! My life has degenerated to that point!
Payday! The final working day of Month V! I can’t tell you yet how much was deposited into my account, but I am no doubt at least $450 richer than I was yesterday at this time!
Joyce (along with granny and Kayla) drove me to town shortly after 12:15 P.M. Joyce (along with granny and Kayla) came for me in the car around 2:00 P.M.
In a search for a bathing suit for Kayla, we went to Fred’s! It was my first time there! Not a bad shopping “ground”!

(acerca de 4:10 P.M.) It was dangerous work in the bookstore, believe you me! I found myself saying, “They be in . . .” instead of “they’ll be in . . .” as is proper, in reference to the texts!
A day of the lower-80-degrees (F)! A day that just might be remembered for some time, although I am at a lose as to why it would!
Again Phoebus had control of the day. May It remain in charge all next week, and for weeks to come!

(acerca de 7:05 P.M.) Excepting the circus, I have never had a full-time job! How pathetic! At 53 years of age!
The circus cannot, and should not, be considered a full-time job: It is a way of life, like it or not!
Most likely I will die never had a full-time job! Although book store duty during the registration is pretty close to the real thing, as close as I probably ever will get!
Sheila let out a “Oh my God!” yell as she was about to leave the book store Thursday. I thought at first that there was a leaky soft drink dispenser “out there” and that coca cola or something was all over the floor. You know what it was? A 2” cock roach!! I murdered it with my right foot! I then hobbled outside to wipe my shoe’s bottom before removing the crushed body of the roach with a “strip” of toilet tissue and “burying” it in the trash. What a hero I am!

(31st, About 8:07 A.M.) Silly me! Of course the computer course taught by Lee Carpenter is internet! What was I thinking: Lee is strickened with amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (Lou Gehrig disease). He has been for the last twenty years or so! It is extremely rare for an ALS victim to have survived as long as Lee has: He has seen his children grown and has become a grandfather.
The only outward sign of Life that Lee displays is movable eyelids. This is how he communicates: A type of Morse code. A special computer transcribes the eye lid “talk” into language.
Lee’s mind continues to be active and disease-free, the cruelty of ALS. The ultimate example of “The mind is willing but the flesh is weak.”! Active enough to teach. More alive than the majority of teachers!
At first I figured that his bed would be pushed to the school. Ronnie would then have no excuse not to repair the entrance sidewalk to the primary entry, the place where water collects, making even “normal” people face a hardship in coming from the road to the entrance (or vice versa). I have “run” out of ways to take care of the problem. Forgive me, Lee, for trying to use your horrible situation!
I understand the Ronnie Forbus, my barber, has Hodgson’s disease, a form of lymphoid cancer. He was wearing a baseball cap yesterday, most likely due to hair loss associated with chemotherapy.
One has to ask her- or himself if either Lee Carpenter or Ronnie Forbus is an advocate of stem-cell research: Or even all-out reproductive cloning! It’s easy for the non-afflicted by amyotrophic lateral sclerosis or Hodgson’s disease to condemn either kind of cloning as “playing God”!

(acerca de 8:43 A.M.) Kayla must have gone home already: I don’t see or hear her in the house! And here I was thinking I had “beaten” her up this morning and trying to maintain silence!
It was Thursday afternoon that Joyce and Hazel were “making fun” of Dr. “B” alleged sexual orientation: Hazel was behind the counter. Reference was made to the way Dr. “B” “breaks his wrist” when lecturing.
Again I think I heard something that may not have been actually said: Elaine Pagg__, the religious historian, is on recent episode of NOW WITH BILL MOYERS. Did she not state that religion is for the inmature? If so, that would explain the likes of Mary Holt, Thurley Wilson, Anita Matlow, Joyce Baxley, etc.!

(acerca de 9:12 A.M.) Actually Kayla’s here: She was only asleep by herself in Joyce’s room. I forgot she is growing up!
Sheila Mitchell came down to the book store yesterday morning and reported to Hazel that Ronnie had said that the air conditioning unit (units – just how many units do the school have? One, and ductworks directs the air from a central point, or, as Hazel and Joyce claim, many units? Or are the external “things” behind the administration building only sub-units?) requires a heat pump that will take about two weeks to have delivered and another week for Eric to install. As incredible as it seems, there are people that actually believe that nonsense! If a heat pump is all that it will take to fix the air conditioning, why wasn’t that decided upon two months ago?
Hazel feels that Joyce Giddens, the Upward Bound director, can “light a fire” under Eric’s ass, since she is a good “friend” to Dr. Cornell, CACC’s president. But as I told Hazel (I was engaged in separating checks receipts), “did you ever think that Dr. Cornell may be the problem?”.

(acerca de 10:27 A.M.) I found out yesterday that the behavially/emotionally challenged male student –he is listed as having a psychotic disorder by the American with Disabilities Act, but what is psychotic disorder? Multi-problems such as Bi-polar, Learning Disorder, etc? – is studying drafting from Danny Coleman (who was confused when I asked is the guy “LD [Learning Disorder]). The young man has been in the book store twice: Once with his father, and by himself Thursday morning. The kid does, indeed, come across as being “goofy,” but I’m sure he can’t help himself! There’s something missing “up stairs”! It is making fun of God to make fun of this man! It is criticizing God for Her/His incompetence!
When I resigned from the First United Methodist church back in March, the final letter stated, “Please let me go gracefully!” But thinking about the sentence yesterday evening, was I asking the Sheperd’s Flock to gracefully let me leave the church, or was I asking to be allowed to leave gracefully? “Gracefully” was, therefore, a dangling modifier, and I must watch including such in any communication, written or spoken!

(acerca de 11:47 A.M.) This is 2003, right? I am 53 years of age, correct? Wouldn’t you agree that I am a “progressive” thinker? I pride myself on being more advanced than the average person!
Then why do I “cringe” and feel uncomfortable when a white woman and an African American male (or vice versa) hug? Is racism embedded in the DNA? As with a “reformed” alcholic, am I forever a racist? Does indeed environment influence a person more than heredity? Does “family” do more harm than good?
Around Milt and/or Hazel, I have to struggle to keep from orally stating “nigger rig” when it comes to doing something that is “outside the book”!
If a progressive thinker like me is “affected” with the cancer of racism, imagine how it must be with the average person!
Racism is still a burden of the American “democracy”! Until a “cure” for it is found, democracy will never choose the United States of America for a “nest”!

(acerca de 12:51 P.M.) I told Hazel yesterday that I was informed (I didn’t reveal by whom) that Eric does labor on Ronnie’s home on state time. Her reaction was one of not knowing about such a “partnership.” Is Joyce lying about it? Or was Hazel only pretending to be “shocked”? Do I suppose to know it? If not, then I’m sure that Hazel knows who told me!
The power was denied access to the house for about a second yesterday evening. Joyce display signs of panic. As a result, Kayla became overly concerned and started crying. Remember I told you that one of the things Wanda Harkins and I discussed was the weather-reporting of James Spann: He is good, but his enthusiasm for Bad Weather is far from re-assuring the viewers not to panic. He probably doesn’t intend for those watching and relying on him to take what he is saying seriously and over-react!
Joyce claims to be a better “parent” than me? I don’t think so! Just because she had two children and I have none?
Kayla was gone for real by 11:55 this morning.

(acerca de 3:10 P.M.) No wonder Deah doesn’t like the outside today: The upper-80-degrees (F) are out there!
It is no time for Eric to be depriving the book store of air conditioning! For I have a feeling that the upper-80-degrees will soon be joined by the lower-90-degrees!
You don’t reckon that Eric is in cohorts with Heat in any way, do you?
Phoebus has become a major part of the post-Memorial Day conspiracy, as usually happens. And then there is Breeze, who is only making matters worse by stirring the Heat up!
When granny and I use to discuss things, she told me that she was raised to hate African Americans (although she refuses to give Black people that title). As great as evolution usually is, it can be extremely cruel: Was a racial “awareness” passed down to me via the genes?
Those that believe that “God created Man is His own [the former] own image” don’t want to be revealed as fools and gullible idiots. The deny reality that God is either flawed or incompetent! The more that is found out about the human genome and that human behavior is a result of DNA, the stronger will a lot of hu- cling to the fairy tale of creation science!

(acerca de 5:01 P.M.) Thursday afternoon I made telephone contact with the office of Dr. Christa Sligh. The purpose of the contact was to cancel the 27 June dental appointment I had made about a month ago. The reason for the voluntary cancellation? I was to “crown” the bottom tooth in the right section of my mouth, exactly opposite the tooth that was “crowned” in April. But that crown is not improving the quality of my mouth! So why submit myself to two inefficient “crowns,” assuming that the second one is a failure, too?
Upon removal of my name from the 27 June list, the receptionist seemed almost relieved, as if she was glad to be rid of me! If that’s the case, then I am glad to free up that day. I only went to Christa Sligh in the first place because of her gender. But if she lets the fact that she is a woman – there are no male employees at that dental office – interfere with equality, then she is no better than a male dentist!
On the afternoon of 23 May, the afternoon of Mandy’s telephone patronizing (“where is she, in the bathroom, where?”), Hazel left me alone in the book store. I sense that I am not trusted with the book store key, so I was reluctant for Hazel to leave it behind when she was to be temporarily away. What if I had to use the bathroom, she asked. I would use the ice machine that is in the back of the bookstore. “Please don’t!” Hazel declared. I was that angry over Mandy having a heartbeat!
Why do I allow a pathetic creature like Mandy Rollins “get to me”? Why not just let them live their miserable lives! But they won’t: These type of creatures make life horrible for the rest of us and should be destroyed if possible!

June- Childersburg/Sylacauga, AL

(1st, About 9:10 A.M.) It may sound far-fetched and “movie-ish”: But so did using passenger jet planes as missiles on September 10, 2001! There are many more mosquitoes this year than I can ever remember! Even more Minnesota, when the mosquito is the unofficial “state bird”! All hours of the day al fresco activities are rendered intolerable by the blood-hungry male. It is as if that world has decided upon a new and improved pre-natal care! (Keep in mind that it is the female mosquito, in search for blood for reproductive assistant)
What if, though, a terrorist or terrorists introduced a genetically-altered mosquito, and that is a carrier of a disease? It would be a biological weapon. The United States is so sure that high tech can solve the problem that it won’t even admit a simple, low-tech weapon of mass destruction is being used against it! For all we know, the SARS (Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome) virus is a biological weapon!
Anything is possible when “you” have an enemy as desperate and creative as the United States has!
Thursday morning I “lectured” Joyce on the origins of financial aid: The 1957 flight of Sputnik launched by the Russians, “inspired” the financial aid policy the following year in order to best the U.S.S.R. in math and science. And now financial aid has gotten out of hand! Many students drive Lexus cars, and can somehow claim no income.

(acerca de 9:45 A.M.) I “attended” a four-hour lecture on Russian history yesterday evening. And I didn’t even have to leave my home! The History Channel brought it to me in the form of RUSSIA: LAND OF THE TSARS (7-11:00 P.M.). Since I was unable to “catch” the lecture early last week due to my work schedule, it was as if the lecture came to me and did a private showing.
Between 5:30 P.M. and 6:00 P.M., I watched WORLD NEWS (A.B.C.), C.B.S. NEWS, and listened to C-Span’s audio re-broadcast of President Bush’s weekly radio address, followed by the Democratic response by Senator Blanch ___ (?) of Arkansas (a female).
I just might exp___ of the following in futher reports. But I will just note it now: Treating children differently, as if they are non-humans, is a form of pedophilia. In my mind it is the worse form of the “disease”!

(acerca de 10:24 A.M.) My apologies to the gay community, and to society at large: Even if homosexuality is not “morally straight” and is, therefore, not to be “sanction” by the Boy Scouts, there is enough “morally unstraight” stuff that goes on among Boy Scouts! I can give you at least one example: In 1964 (?), while en route to Valley Forge and the National Jamboree in Pennsylvania, a “girlie” magazine was passed around on the bus. I doubt if the Boy Scouts have undergone a clean-up!
And what about the racial and religious prejudices that were unofficial policy in the 1960’s? The Boy Scouts of America should have taken the lead in upholding democracy. Instead, it mirrors the lowest level of society!
Years ago, Steve Holt asked me if I would reccomend the Boy Scouts for the young Jesse. I didn’t then and I never will to anybody!

(acerca de 11:28 A.M.) This was Friday afternoon. I had made the mistake of drinking too much tea during my lunch at Hardee’s. Tea is a diuretic for me, as it is for most people. Hospitals give tea with meals to decrease hypertension, which is caused mainly by a build-up of pee-pee.
Actually it isn’t tea itself that pisses me off: It is the caffein. The tea at Hardee’s was/is “strong” with a lot of the urine producer.
I had used the bathroom at the library minutes before Joyce and company came for me. But the “urge” came again sooner than I expected: During the visit to Dollar General. So I went to the laundromat that is a part of the Piggly Wiggly/Dollar General shopping complex.
Before I went to the semi-public restroom, though, Joyce offered to drive me back home. I then realized – have I been denying reality all this time? – that Joyce treats me “granny-ish,” as if I am a helpless creature like granny! Something about Joyce’s offer that was “insulting”! I’m not expressing it well at all, but trust me on this!
The Bakery Thrift store that use to be in the above shopping “center” is no longer in business. I “explained” to Joyce: Either the Piggly Wiggly management use its influence to close the place down, or the thrift didn’t attract enough customers. Joyce then stated that the business couldn’t keep merchandise on the shelves, it was that popular! So that leaves behind-the-scene manipulation by the Piggly Wiggly management. The thrift store could have undercutting the profit of Piggly Wiggly, and as with all “losers” in a democracy, the “Pig” took action to ensure that such never happens again!

(acerca de 2:35 P.M.) One afternoon, after what she considered a “trying” day with her sons, Anita Matlow was complaining to her former husband and father of the boys, about their behavior. It was a subtle and indirect bluff, but Stanley, the father, “called” it: He said he would go down to the court house the next day and sign the papers to take control of them.
This was in 1997. After that day Anita didn’t attempt that bluff anymore!
It is a toss-up as to which parent the kids would have been better off under: Stanley was a no-good drunk, and Anita was – well, you should know by now what kind of mother she was (and is)!
Without the mis-behaving kids, Anita would be out things to control. She sure wasn’t able to control herself! Such is common: By “mothers” as well as “fathers.” Women don’t tell the men that they (men) are fathers; the woman will “mold” the children so that the father can’t handle the kids and will turn over all filial responsibility to the mother, the plan all along. In my own case I told granny one time long ago that I felt that communication with Daddy Mack would be a betrayal to her. She said it wouldn’t be, but no doubt she would have “fought” my paternal attraction.
This type of mis-management is “playing God”: If indeed actions are taken that are best for the children, cloning should be widespread!
The upper-70-degrees (F) open Month VI. But probably as soon as June come of age, Heat will be dumping more on us!
A slight breeze, plenty of “rays”: A beautiful day!

(acerca de 4:44 P.M.) No one, especially me, would ever accuse Richard Pereles of being mature! Yet when I asked him one day why he was so negative about everything, and he replied that everything was negative, he may have been accepting reality more than the vast majority of people! For I attribute the acceptance of reality for my post-50 dilatory “maturity”! Though Richard Pereles went so far in facing reality that he got on the other side, like “Alice Through the Looking Glass.” Most people are reluctant to approach reality from this side! Richard Pereles was (is?) just as far removed from reality, only on the other side. He didn’t even recognize reality when he saw it and kept right on walking. Oh Lord, please don’t let that happen to me!
I was unaware that David is able to mimic the sound that Curly of The Three Stooges does! I have no idea how to write it: A high pitch rapid series of “Whoa!”, is the best I can do! I did the physical comedy of Curly, David does the “silly voice”: Damn, the kid is really like me! What a horrible thing to do to a person!

(acerca de 9:03 P.M.) There was a tank of weed-eater fuel by the door to the laundry room yesterday evening – Leslie and Bill had taken the container Friday evening – so I “ate weeds” this afternoon, the first session while Deah was “under the dryer.” Yes, you see I de-smelled her today!
I have a feeling that Leslie had more to do with supplying weed-eater fuel than Bill did: I strongly suspect that Bill was only “bluffing” about his knowledge of fuel mixture in order to intimidate me! Not wanting her husband to be seen for what he is, Leslie arranged for me to have weed-eater fuel!
Speaking of Leslie: This afternoon was the first day of class for the computer course (CIS 146) that she is teaching. In preparing for it, she consulted her mother in developing a lesson plan, Friday evening (No, I won’t comment!).
In her excitment over a newness of life style, she was distance from Kayla, as if she had more important things that her daughter.
And just what if wrong with not having children?

(2nd, About 7:48 A.M.) One afternoon during a performance of Carson and Barnes Circus, I was sitting in the “green room” – a pull-down platform that was Clown Alley – between clown numbers. If memory serves me right – this was at least thirteen years ago – Flip Bayless was on my right, I was facing “outward,” towards the elephant picket line. For some reason which I have long since forgotten, I said “Mooses” for the plural of “Moose.” Mary, a middle-age woman that Flip had convinced to clown (Flip probably told Mary, formerly a horse caretaker, and cook house, that all clowning entailed was a silly walk and falling on one’s ass; Flip wasn’t even good at this), heard me and was very critical.
When I think about all the people in my past that abused me in the name of “friendship” (at least Mary was straight-forward and never pretended to be my “friend”), the worse “pay-back” is to let them live with their pathetic selves the rest of their lives. But of course it doesn’t work that way: Those sub-human people can only stay alive by abusing others! Although I would never kill them, neither would I help them from a burning house!

(acerca de 8:30 A.M.) After much searching - the documentary on the 1940’s that public television aired faired to interest me – I settled upon a biography of the painters Paul Gauguin and Vincent van Gogh on the A and E network, from 7:00-9:00 P.M. I probably missed the first ten minutes or so. But I’m sure the historical survey will be re-broadcast – many times!
Between weed-eating sessions, I watched THE MCLAUGHLIN GROUP (3-3:25 P.M., P.B.S.). I couldn’t help but think back on the male that had stated in one of “person-in-the-street” interviews that “it involves Washington only” or some admission that the federal government is useful to itself only, that the rest of the country is unaffected by it. He was so right! So one has to ask her/himself: “Why do I watch newshows that are concerned about the goings-on in Washington, D.C.?!
The way the United States tells it, other countries are desperate to be favored by the United States. The reality, though, is quite different: Most countries can get along just fine without the U.S. And the latter is very much aware of that fact. Why else is George W. Bush trying to “mend fences” after the debacle of the war in Iraq? If those countries (Russia, France, etc) really couldn’t live without the United States, they would come to it on “bended knees”!

(acerca de 10:40 A.M.) Here are some notes from several weeks ago. I don’t know what to do with them: Maybe you do!
Who is more insulting: Granny or Leslie? Or is the latter a close second?
Steve (Holt) doesn’t allow himself to admit to what Mary (his wife) is: Denial of reality. I was that way (at one time) around so-called “friends.”
Several weeks ago, I was “discussing” with Leslie (while in transit to CACC for my work “shift”) my need for more hours in the day. She told me to get up earlier. I said I did to write. She said that’s not outside! So I don’t think Leslie think I am serious as a writer.

(acerca de 5:45 P.M.) Needless to say, there was much waiting for me on this, my first day back on grounds in two weeks! And I’m not finish with the “back log” either!
It sure did look like Rain most of the afternoon: The Clouds had on Their Rain masks; the Wind blew all over the place! But, alas! the upper-70-degrees (F) kept Rain from becoming visible! The humidity was murder! Although I may have “soften up” doing book store duty for two weeks!

(acerca de 9:01 P.M.) The year was 1977 (wasn’t it?). Jo Clifton was considering returning to school and getting a Ph.D. in music (she played either the flute or the clarinet). Jo is a little over ten years my senior (1977-1950 = 27; 27 10 = 37: I was twenty-seven, so Jo was thirty-seven). I remember telling Jo that she was too old for a Ph.D. in music, which I see now is not so at all!
One day she and I were (were we really?) discussing Auturo Toscanini, the musical conductor. I am not clear on what happened next, but I can still see Jo’s excitment when she stated to me that an instrumentalist in the NBC Orchestra, of which Toscanini was the leader, asked the maestro something about her or his (the instrumentalist) part. Toscanini responded by declaring that the instrument didn’t have a particular not in that section.
Why was Jo so amazed at this: Toscanini most likely had conducted the piece of music so many times that he knew all the parts by heart!
In the same way, I can tell you which textbook goes with which course, or if that course even has a text! I am without a doubt the most familiar with the campus of anybody at CACC, although the first couple of months that I worked grounds, Ronnie had to point out, on a map, areas of the campus.

(acerca de 9:48 P.M.) Storm made it before the Third of June did! Or maybe the Lightning and Thunder are announcing the arrival of Third. Am I to assume that something great will happen tomorrow?

(3rd, About 7:48 A.M. As I was weeding the flower “beds” yesterday, I “complained” to myself that the soil in which the flowers are embedded is awfully (and cruelly) dry, but it is not advisible to apply water on the flowers during the heat of the day: The roots could be burnt.
As happens on occasion, my “prayer” was heard. The god in charge of weather required the services of Rain. But Rain didn’t feel like She/He should have to inter-rupt Her/His vacation, since She/He had put in so many hours two weeks or so ago!
Sure, Rain reported for duty! It has no choice: When the Weather God “ask” for one’s services, we all know that the “ask” is really a command!
However, Rain bitched and grumbled all during Its shift: That is what we mortals think of as Thunder, the “sound” of Lightning. Is science correct, or is Thunder really moaning and groaning, bitching and grumbling, love-making, etc, from the heavens?
Due to neglect by the United States, the Taliban and al Qaeda are regrouping and sneaking back into power. Due to neglect, the weeds were about to overwhelm the flowers. The former cried, “Damn, he back!”, just as the Taliban and al Qaeda must consider a renewed interest in them by the United States!

(acerca de 8:19 A.M.) Around 4:00 P.M., yesterday, Kayla met me in the hall of the administration building, hugged her mother, and went outside with me to wait on her father. We played, including using the “gates” as a store counter.
Around 4:10 P.M., Bill arrived. Kayla rushed back into the building and into her mother’s office: She needed a “hug booster.” Leslie was getting busy: Wanda was just arriving as Kayla sought a hug. Bill was standing in the door way.
As Kayla, Bill, and I were going back to the car, Kayla “complained” that her mother had hit her. Even though I tried to “deny” it to Kayla, Leslie probably did hit Kayla! Kayla is not the top prioity in Leslie’s life, and if one has kids, they (the children) must be Number One!
It was about 7:59 when Kayla went home yesterday evening.
Of the roughly one hundred five minutes of “Jazz” (8-9:45 P.M., P.B.S.) – presented by KEN BURNES’ AMERICAN STORIES – I saw in the neighborhood of eighty-five minutes: I had w_iting to attend to, and I had no choice but to sacrifice about twenty minutes of “Jazz.” I have heard the “lecture” before but was unable to trap the data into my mind due to the excess. So maybe the loss of a “section” may mean that the others are better absorbed. Let’s hope so!
I must keep the option open that Mandy Rollins may have LBS: Lousy Bitch Syndrome. If so, her ways are pathological and she has no control over them. She should be pitied more than criticized!

(acerca de 9:41 A.M.) When I “explained” to Leslie yesterday morning my “policy” in regards to not working with Mandy Rollins even if a fierce blizzard is raging outside – the CACC-bound car was the “soapbox” – she (Leslie) didn’t respond. Was she confused as to why I thought that I was “punishing” Mandy by avoiding her?
Leslie is more real with me (“real” is “real”: there is no such thing as “more real” – for real!) than Joyce is. Or should I say more honest? And though it may be harder to take and I may criticize Leslie for doing so, the treatment from Leslie is much better for me than the fantasy from Joyce!
I sent $75 to NELNET, the holder of my student loan, yesterday. I have previously in 2003 paid at least two $100’s. But when you consider that I had a total indebtedness of over $30,000, I have a long, long “road” ahead of me, traveling at the speed I am!
“Boots” Wilson was the janitor when Ronnie Harkins was in high school. So why is he picking on me? If he has the need to rehash old times, call upon “Boots,” not me for heaven’s sake! All that old times crap sickness my stomach!

(acerca de 4:40 P.M.) Yesterday afternoon, when I was in my room looking for the “T” encyclopedia for a write-up later in the evening in this journal, I left the door opened. That was the wrong thing to do: Samantha (the cat) came in unbeknown to me.
When I came back into the room about ten minutes later, Deah had Samantha “cornered” by the back yard wall, by her (Deah’s) food. That was Samantha’s mistake: My intervention relocated the “showdown” to the opposite side of the room, by the door. Samantha was up on her hind legs. When I tried to rescue her from the “ferocious” dog, she, in panic, scratched me with her back feet (she has been de-clawed in front).
The rest of the evening Samantha slept: Was the confrontation that physically exhausting, or was she traumatized? Or both?
Deah is a feline fancier, and Samantha is her favorite!
Was Deah just showing off for me, or was there a face-off during the time when I wasn’t in the room? And why didn’t Deah “warn” me of Samantha’s “sneak-in” as it was occurring?
Rain begin Its Workday around 10:00 this morning and ended it around noon. But in that brief period, much water was laid down.
The upper-70-degrees (F) were able to cling on in spite of Rain trying to loosen Its grip.
While on the way to CACC, Joyce told me that Hazel had told her that Mandy has asked about me, where I was yesterday. According to Joyce, Mandy’s influence is such that she can “complain” to Ronnie.
I reported to the book store as soon as I got to CACC (after storing my bottle of “sody pop” in the business office refrigerator). I, following up on Joyce’s suggestion, “apologized” to Mandy for not “showing up” at the book store yesterday.
In addition to waiting on customers, I priced and stacked what had arrived: supplies.
From about 1:10 to about 3:05, I did some al fresco work, the Rain has “taken Five.” Unlike Hazel, Mandy doesn’t trust me enough to lock me in the book store while she goes to lunch. I tried around 2:20, but Mandy wouldn’t let me in! Apparently she thinks that I am so desperate for “things” to do that I turn to the book store for work! Not so! There is much outside that is desperate for my attention!
Soon after I came back in the book store, Ronnie came in. He stated that when it wasn’t raining that I should “dis-lodge” the limbs that are growing from the bases of many of the trees and bushes.
So much for Ronnie “insisting” that I spend my work days in the book store! And I doubt if Mandy “complained” about my absence yesterday! Joyce is trying to control me, that’s all! She doesn’t “believe” in letting people be themselves!

(acerca de 6:50 P.M.) Kayla was in her mother’s office, playing on a computer. I was sitting on the north (right, as you leave the building) raised “platform” in front of the administration building at CACC, waiting on my ride.
A “purtty thang” came to sit on the platform with me. She had on more make-up then I did when I was an active clown.
When Bill came “up” the sidewalk, he “gave” a suspicious” look at me, one that was either amazed at what I had attracked, or one of envious!
Would I engage in a romantic/sexual liaison with a female over thirty years my junior? In a heartbeat!
Never, ever use professional performance as therapy! If you do, you going to offend Performance and It will strike back! And take it from me, Hell hath no fury like a pissed-off Performance! You will find yourself in a lot worse shape than when you started!
“National Geographic” magazine for June 2003 carries an article about the Untouchable caste in India. The article states that, even though discrimination against Untouchables – slaves – is illegal, it is permitted because the economy of the county is tied to it. That’s exactly what was said about American slavery in the early- and mid-19th century!

(4th, About 7:42 A.M.) Surprise! Surprise! It seems that Joyce hadn’t been serious about what she had told me concerning Mandy and the bookstore yesterday morning after all!
Joyce more or less “followed” me to see if I would indeed report to the book store! Then she asked me yesterday evening if Ronnie had “ordered” me to assist Mandy.
It is definite: Joyce is like granny, both changing the rules in the middle of the game!
For the past several weeks I have had a waking fantasy of a “semi-sexual” relationship with a young female, my daughter or otherwise. One would think that the female student that “teased” me yesterday was an answer to my “prayers,” the fantasy made incarnate. But I, of all people, know first-hand the danger of a fantasy coming to life: Previous to my liaison with Anita Matlow, I was “captured” by a fantasy of a romantic/sexual partnership with an African American female. Dominique, the young daughter of Anita, was bi-racial: Her father had been one of her mother’s African American “Johns.” I have already related to you the sex play that Dominique – 5 years old at the time – and I engaged in. No doubt things would have become dangerous for me if events hadn’t transpire to counter the influence of that fantasy – come-alive!

(acerca de 8:11 A.M.) Phoebus has been hard at work since around 3:00 yesterday afternoon. Even overnight! Yes! Phoebe wouldn’t allow a Co-Orb, so Phoebus came up with a brilliant plan to outwit Phoebe: Phoebus would only shine for a few milliseconds every so often. Under these working conditions Phoebus is known better as Heat Lightning. As soon as Phoebe “clocked out” this morning, Phoebus was back to Its normal self!
About 32-33 minutes of THE NEWSHOUR WITH JIM LEHRER (5:30-6:25 P.M., P.B.S.) reminded me that often times the more important stories are not the lead stories, that I am usually fortunate to have “missed” the first part of the NEWSHOUR.
When Joyce arrived home from class a little after 7:00 P.M., Kayla was with her. The child was “wild,” probably from excitment over the “late evening” visit to her “nana”!
Around 9:15 P.M., Leslie and Bill having done the grocery shopping at Wal-Mart, Kayla reluctantly went home.
I tried to watch CRANK YANKERS (9-9:30 P.M. Comedy Central), but the final ten minutes or so, in which I “updated” my diet, was far from inviting and persuaded me not to watch another half-hour of the crass, low-quality “humor.”

(acerca de 9:45 A.M.) During my “introductory” talk with Wanda Harkins, what, two weeks ago? she asked me about Matt Colter, a former reporter on NBC 13 or one of the Birmingham television stations. Matt Colter may have his own production company: Several months ago he was the on-camera “spokesperson” for some product, in an advertisement that aired on one of the “local” stations. Or is Matt Colter in radio? I told Wanda the former, but the latter may be closer to the truth.
When Bill came to get Kayla yesterday evening, Kayla ran crying to “Nana’s” room: The child was all set to play “Polly Pocket,” a games involving dolls.
During the time that Joyce was trying to calm Kayla, Bill, in the kitchen, turned to me and stated “I know what she needs!” and then “mimed” a spanking. “It was all that he could do” to have a child! If he can’t put up with Kayla’s ways now, what in the hell will he do in ten years?
Kayla is a normal child, with normal development. Bill and Leslie should be thankful for that!
I sensed a “boredom” in Bill for Kayla at CACC yesterday.

(acerca de 5:44 P.M.) I said it once – many times, in fact – I’ll say it again: “Be careful what you wish for . . .!”
If the government steps in and outlaws abortion, it can tell parents how to raise their children. Do the anti-abortionists really want that? Perhaps they should re-consider!
It was – and is – a hot day: The lower-80-degrees (F) were – are – torturous! Phoebus is unsparing. When one considers that Summer is not “on the clock” yet, one can only wonder what‘s ahead!
Satire as opposed to comedy: There is a situation so “tragic” that one can only poke fun at it, or be traumatized by it. Satire gives one control instead of being controlled.
David came for a visit, and respite from Tuscaloosa, around 5:10 P.M. Kayla, also over for a visit, is excited!

(acerca de 7:52 P.M.) In reality, police doesn’t really enforce the law only: It is not unusual for the police to legislate, or interpret, or even adjudicate disputes. And police is the executive branch! We all know that the executive branch only suppose to enforce the laws. So why are people shocked when the judiciary – the courts – legislate from the bench? Why should the judicial branch be the only one not to stay within its purview?
You would have thought that my last e-mail message to Helen Waldrop and Voc Rehab would have ended my relationship with Voc Rehab. But no! I understand that Alan Yates, of all people, contacted Laney (Personal director at CACC) this afternoon, after having telephoned granny. It could very well be the “Big Break” I need at CACC!

(acerca de 9:46 P.M.) It must be six months ago at least! Leslie was taking me to work. I told her that technically it is “I were” instead of “I was.” Leslie doubted the veracity of the declaration and probably still does! But there it is, page 422 of “Ivanhoe”! It was “I were” during the Middle Ages, anyway!
Joyce informed me this morning that teaching is making Leslie a nervous wreck. Then why is she doing it? To prove a point? What?
Do you know why there are such a large and diverse selection of journal notebooks now when before there wasn’t? Many teachers, especially literature, assign the keeping of one. I understand Joyce must report via a reading journal to her instructor, Cindy Strange, at the end of the Summer term.

(5th, About 7:40 A.M.) One day last week, Hazel and Sheila (Mitchell) were discussing the young (mid-20’s) female that was recently hired for director of finance, or some such position. Hazel questioned whether she could do the job. I interjected that no doubt the female is able to do all the technical duties but may find the political crap to her distaste. “That’s part of the job!”, Hazel added, after I had raised the issue.
Exactly! That’s what “professional” is, not a quality of work! In fact, professionalism can, and often does, limit one’s quality of work: Physically and intellectually, I could pick up where I left off in clowning. But emotionally? I don’t think so!
Hazel was voicing the “suggestion” that the business office should have two shifts during the First Week: 7:30 A.M. to 7:30 P.M. makes for a long day: The efficiency-level suffers!
Well, Sheila approached Leisa McGaha with the idea, under the theory that the scheduling will be modified for the Winter semester. Sheila has been there all th_se years and really think that the situation will change? Hey, Sheila, I have some oceanside land in Kansas that you can buy!

(acerca de 8:08 A.M.) Joyce and I both agreed that Bill was acting very “Claude-ish” Tuesday! His fatherhood, the quality of his parenting, is held in suspect and derision!
According to Joyce, she told Leslie when she married Bill back in 1984 that she (Leslie) didn’t have to. But if you heard Leslie say that she was desperate to escape her mother and granny, then you will understand the reason that Leslie settled on her first “train” out!
David went back to Tuscaloosa around 7:10 yesterday evening. I understand his job is ___king him enough. Maybe he will gladly tolerate the nonsense of “professional” television now that he has had a taste of a regular job! That is, if he can still “get through the door” of television!
It was around 7:52 P.M. when Kayla left with Bill. Bill was very paternal when he came for Kayla! I was reminded that spouse abusers are loving and caring after the deed is done!
While I was “updating” my caloric intake, I was accompanied by SOUTH PARK (8:30-9:00 P.M., Comedy Central). Although I was victimized by the television in the Family Room during David’s and Kayla’s visits: Which is why only the most special of “guests” are invited to my room!

(acerca de 4:4_ P.M.) It’s decided: I must invest in some sun screen tomorrow! Phoebus had murder on It’s mind today! It was the quickest water clean-up I have yet to see at CACC!
The mid-80-degrees (F) were in on the conspiracy. I can’t go unprotected another day!
An epiphany, or insight, came to me this afternoon: The “normal” state of humankind is unhappiness. Therefore the secret to a happy life is to channel one’s unhappiness in a “right” direction. I was weeding the rock “garden” when Mandy passed – left to right – looking remarkably like Droopy the dog (“I’m so happy!”, as the cartoon canine has a forlorn look on his face)!
So then failure and unhappiness one must learn to accept. By so doing, one will be successful and happy!

(acerca de 6:26 P.M.) Farmlinks, a “research and educational” golf course (?) in Fayetteville (AL), recently re-opened under “new” management: The Pursell family of Sylacauga. I asked Bill about the gold course, while on the way home this afternoon. At the end of the “discussion” I stated that I felt that a golf course was a mis-use of nature. In response, Bill declared that there were a lot of mis-uses of nature. Should I try to figure out what he meant, or shouldn’t it be obvious: Bill is a Conservation Republican and no doubt he thinks humankind have the “God-given” right to rape and plunder nature of its “good stuff” (oil, coal, etc)!
If I was to publicly announce that novels written in the Romantic period (early- and mid-19th Century) constructed women as human beings with urges of their own, would I be too far off the mark?

(about 7:31 P.M.) It was Tuesday evening at the kitchen table that Joyce mentioned the Robert Frost poem, “The Road Not Taken.” According to her, the meaning of the poem was plain for all to see. I “explained” that all of Frost’s poems are obvious: That was (is) why he was (is) a commercial asset to this country!
But that is much more to “The Road Not Taken” than meets the eyes, my dear sister! And as for the poetry of Robert Frost having the characteristic of obviousness, don’t bet on it!
Joyce’s instructor for English 102 is Cindy Strange. The class – Tuesday and Thursday evenings – is being guided through an analysis of “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.” I never truly thought about this fairy tale as social comment! However, I did state to Joyce a couple of weeks ago that there was a “trend” in academic literature years ago to de-construct fairy tales and nursery rhyms, What Cindy Strange is doing is what she did in college (Cindy is in her late-40’s or early-50’s)!
The only “safe” way to de-construct “Snow White” is to go pre-Disney: If indeed there is such a thing as pre-Disney “Snow White.”
My only contribution was that the Seven Dwarfs represent the seven elements of human kind.
There is no one correct analysis of “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs”: If Cindy Strange said that there is, then there’s something wrong with her!
I am only vaguely familiar with the story in the first place! I had to ask Joyce to relate a brief summary of it! continued)




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