Phillip Wilson

Amazingly, I survived my Life
2011-09-30 00:05:16 (UTC)

2004 REVIEW (PART SIXTEEN)

April- Childersburg, AL (continues)

I reminded David a week ago Saturday of a program that I felt he may be interested in watching: INSIDE THE TORNADO, on “Ultimate Explorer,” MSNBC from 7-9:00, on April 18, 2004. I watch the final forty minutes or so. It was interesting, but I’m glad I didn’t watch the entire two hours!
The program is the video of the article that is included in the April 2004 “National Geographic” magazine, which I read (David did too).
Several weeks ago, David expressed a dislike for actor-productor Mel Gibson. Mr. Gibson is homophobic, anti-Semitic, etc. David is right not to like Mel Gibson!

(acerca de 4:30 P.M.) John Kerry served with distinction in the Vietnam War. He also was a major voice against the war, having testified before the United States Senate and appearing of MEET THE PRESS in 1971. He, of all people, should know that the United States has no business increasing troop strength in Iraq! That is how the United States got in trouble in Vietnam in the first place!
The United States is a technological warr__, not an “on-the-ground” warr__! It is damn good at pressing buttons from a long way away, but when it comes to “boots on the ground,” the United States is no better than a small military like Iraq’s! And apparently the “enemy” knew this!
The administration has whined about “shaking the tree” to the 9/11 Commission. I’m not exactly sure what’s that mean, but maybe the theme song to GEORGE OF THE JUNGLE should be the theme song of the United States with George W. Bush in the White House: “George, George, George of the Jungle/strong as he can be./George, George, George of the Jungle;/’Watch out for that tree!’”
It shouldn’t be too hard to figure out who “he” is! Or why “he” should “Watch out for that tree!”!

(acerca de 6:38 P.M.) “I have a feeling that my bus driver kept the $5-bill I mistakenly handed to her this morning!”
Excuse me?”
That’s an insult! No, ass hole, not because she’s Black! Because she is religious!”
I don’t expect contrition from the woman!
The less I earn, the better financially for Joyce? Maybe this is the real reason that I have not been “upgraded” to twenty hours per week, entitling me to benefits: In spite of what Joyce told me twice, I don’t think she has spoken to Leisa about the promotion! Instead, she (Joyce) blamed Leisa for the delay!
No doubt George W. Bush is condemning the F.B.I. and the C.I.A. in order to divert criticism of the Bush administration’s handling of Al Qaeda! There may be a “Wall” between the two organizations, but I’m sure it is nothing like the “Wall” that exist in the White House!

(20th, About 7:42 A.M.) Most likely I will never recover the five dollars that I lost yesterday! But at least I am 99% sure what happened to it: I involuntarily gave it to my bus driver, who no doubt didn’t report it, using it for lunch, most likely.
Knowing where the money is, is almost as “precious” as having the money back in my life. That’s true love: The love of money is not the root of all evil, but possessive of money is!
Kayla was so sleepy when she was over here Sunday afternoon that, while sitting on the couch, she cried pathetically about having to spend all day at school. We have all been so tired that we have done and said things that were not under our control!
Maybe Kayla does feel betrayed and abandoned by having to come over here: When Kayla is older and looks back on her visits to her “na-na,” it may be with disgust and anger of being “forced” to visit!
A storm chaser - challenging death - is like Jacob when he fought “God” (tornado) in the desert. This came to me while watching “Inside the Tornado” Sunday evening.

(acerca de 8:17 A.M.) Granny whines about Kayla spending a lot of time with either Joyce or me, and goes fetal (lies on the bed in the fetal position) if Kayla temporarily ignores her. Yet whenever Kayla wants to go to to granny’s room with granny, granny tells Kayla they can’t because Fuzzy is in there! Such happened again (yes, again) Sunday afternoon. Joyce complained to me about it. And I stated “God forbid if Fuzzy is disturbed!” or something of that nature. Then I interjected “God forbid that the dump [C.A.C.C.] should be a mess! The ant mounds are unimportant!” or words to that effect.
I suggested to Milt, down at the shop - he had just arrived back in the pick-up - that he and Marvin could be “Sam and Dave.” Tomorrow will be a “show” of students and staff imitating singing groups or solo acts. Hazel, Phylis (Jew), and the assistant in Financial Aid will be The Supremes, with Phylis as “Diana Ross.” Hazel should be “Diana Ross,” but Phylis is, no doubt, the type of person that gets her way or else!
Leisa McGaha as Britney Spears_ As Joyce said, in Britney Spears worse nightmare! But Greg Funderberg (?) suggested to Leisa that she be such.

(acerca de 3:41 P.M.) And I said - about Leisa portraying Britney Spears in tomorrow’s Impersonation Show - “Who would want to be Britney Spears?”
Milt - yesterday - told me that he was going to stay away from the Impersonation Show (I had suggested that he and Marvin imitate “Sam and Dave”).
Forty minutes of THE NEWSHOUR WITH JIM LEHRER (5:30-6:26 P.M., P.B.S.) before dinner.
Mr. President, don’t you think it is a little bit hypocritical to whine about John Kerry’s “courtship” of foreign leader to help him get elected president, and then turn around and make a deal with Saudi Arabia in order for the price of gasoline to decrease, so that your re-election is insured? Before you call what Kerry - JFK - is doing “unfair,” consider the bribes and threats you have made to foreign leaders to be with the United States in Iraq!
Every time I watch MARTIN LUTHER (9-10:00 P.M., P.B.S.) - yesterday evening was the second time I have seen Part I - I develop a closer “bond” to the reformer. I realized that Mr. Luther was advocating, to an extent, freedom from religion, which, in the 16th century, wasn’t a good idea (neither is non-organized religion a popular idea in the 21st century)! One can only wonder how Martin Luther would react to “under God” in the Pledge of Allegiance, and the campaign to display the Ten Commandments in public buildings!
Previously, the courtyard flower bed was populated by mums, according to Milt. I remember the shape the flower bed was in: Unweeded, uncared for, neglected, etc. I doubt if those mums could survive such !non-treatment!
Well, the remains of the mums were in a plastic bag (clear) and stored in the shop. I transferred what was in that bag to the bottom of the marquee. But I really don’t expect what I planted to return to life.
I re-located some more flowers, including a couple from the courtyard flower bed: As I told an inmate this morning as I as moving a plant, I did too good of a job on the flowers!
It is hoped that Rain will soon water what I did! There was, and is, an odor of Rain - Rain has an aroma that as pronounced as mine - this entire day. The Wind has, and is, telegraphing Rain’s arrival.
I sure hope that the upper-70⁰’s (F) vote is not the one that will close the gate on Rain!

(acerca de 5:28 P.M.) B.Y.O.S.: Bring Your Own Soil. That’s what the flowers must do when they re-locate.
Are the flowers like the Africans that relocated unwillingly? Or are they glad for the space? Whichever one, I know first hand that moving can be traumatic, and why should it be different for flowers?
Many flowers die of shock upon re-location. I must be careful transferring flowers from the courtyard “apartment”: Moving a second time may be too trying on a plant’s system!
The huge tax bill that I had to pay was traumatic: Why in the hell would I allow $5 to “get to me”? The bus driver this morning asked me if the loss was of concern. I told her there was nothing I could do about it, so why get all “tied up in knots” over the loss?
When Kayla came Sunday afternoon, she knocked on the door to my room and handed me a short, black comb.

(acerca de 7:33 P.M.) It was one Friday evening in April, a Friday evening when Kayla spent the night.
One of the news programs from one of the Birmingham television stations presented a “package” of a young male that used a small dog as a football and kicked it! Sure the guy was crazy, and sure he is unworthy of life!
Now let’s talk about the time, twenty years ago or so, that I tried to juggle two clubs . . . and Luci, granny’s dog! It was afternoon, in the back yard of granny’s house on 5th Avenue, and David was on my right.
David told granny what I had done: I can still remember about to enter Joyce’s house on 5th Avenue, SW (601), or near the door - or someplace by the house - when granny stated to me that she was horrified (?) when she heard what I had done!
Sure, I was crazy! Sure I was not worthy of life! But here I am, anyway!
Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., incorporates the theme of the Present and Past (and Future) being closely tied together in his book “Slaughterhouse-Five.” I should know the truth of the theory: That’s the only way I can continue with a journal! If I hadn’t had such a “Colorful” past, would the present offer a contrast to enjoy?
Milt half-way joked to Marvin at the shop this afternoon that inmate Mike brags on himself too much. Which is true! Mike had put together a newly-bought sprayer, and Milt said it was a simple matter.
Mike practice barbering. But he doesn’t have a license. I don’t think he needs one because he is not in business for himself, and doesn’t accept payment for cutting hair. A barber license is more or less a business license, I said, and a guaranteer of health regulations, Mike stated.
Milt exclaimed that a barber can be sued if s/he does a “sorry” job.
However, Milt is right: Mike does brag too much! He tells me - several months ago he was at the broken piano stored in the shop, fingering the keyboard - that he can play piano. He attempts to convince me of his mastery in masonry. But he is, as I told Marvin, like a male that state he can drive any truck on the “lot” - this was while I was on the road - only to find out when put behind the wheel of one, that he can’t drive any!
I told Marvin that I could drive forward, but backing up is hard for me because of my vision. Marvin said, “I understand.”
I told Dr.Golden in his office - the Humanities director at that time - that anybody should be able to make a passing score on the G.R.E.! This was in 1997 (?). But come to find out, I hadn’t! I was ten point below passing!
Milt told Marvin, in front of me, that he knew I was a good worker, because he has seen me in action. I don’t have to brag. More and more people at C.A.C.C. are beginning to question Joyce’s description of me!

(acerca de 8:23 P.M.) I purchased a pack of “GT One” cigarettes for $1.61 from Allen’s Food Mart, early this afternoon.
Kayla came over around 4:30 with her father, and the mother joined the father in retrieving Kayla around 7:30.
I suggested to Kayla that she count, “One, Two” in jumping rope: “Throw” the rope on “One” and jump on “two.” For one wants that fraction of a second lapse between “throwing” the rope and jumping, and the count is the best way to achieve this!
I could have sworn that the plumber, Charles Reynolds, corrected the malfunctioning toliet flush when he repaired the leak around the toliet several weeks ago! But he didn’t: This evening the toliet was still “running,” and Joyce wanted to know who had used it last! (Was it me, or granny, before going across the street to Julie’s? Kayla wanted to play with daughter, who was out-of-doors) If I am the guilty one, it was after I wrote for about fifteen minutes that I went across the street, meaning the toliet didn’t “run” longer than twenty minutes or so.
Though a lot of water can “escape” in twenty minutes!

(21st, About 7:05 A.M.) I strongly suspect that there is some ulterior motive why I have been allowed to bring my dream to “this” side! As we know, such rarely happens!
Perhaps if I told “you” about it “you” will be able to figure out why the dream is so special: I was with a circus. It was around noon. A 2:30 matinee had been scheduled.
I remember a man - the owner and/or manager of the show? - coming up to me while I was walking across the lot and “asking” why I didn’t lead the show people downtown.
The circus had been set-up around a small cottage. I had business with the occupant of that cottage, but it was never what kind.
No tell me: What’s the Big Deal about this dream of this morning? Why was I allowed to remember it?
Inmate Mike was aseated behind the desk in the middle of the shop. As I was talking to Milt (on my right) while leaning against the campus pick-up truck (__ we th__ facing Mike), Mike told me that I needed to let him cut my hair again. And it is true! My hair grows so quickly, I explained, even to Marvin. The latter asked Mike if he cut Black hair, meaning African American. Mike said “. . . Japanese. . . “ I stated “hair is hair!”
Although I can understand Marvin’s concern! After all, Mike is self-taught, and may not be aware of the subtle nuances of different hair!

(acerca de 7:35 A.M.) We all know that, as a democracy, the United States is to be ruled by the majority. But sometimes the majority can be cruel and tyrannical. Which is the reason for the Bill of Rights: A protection for the minority.
But I fail to see how the electoral college in any way, shape, or form benefits the minority: Unless one wants to call the “minority” the small cliche of people that actually “run” this country!
The electoral college “ain’t” democratic, that’s for sure! Now, the popular vote: That’s rule by the people! The cliche may know what’s best for the United States - we all know what majority rule can do - but please don’t it “democracy”!
Assuming that the fairy tale of developing democracy that the Bush administration has announced concerning Iraq, and that it is sincere, maybe Iraq can become the democracy that the United States never could!

(acerca de 8:01 A.M.) In one of those rare moments, I found myself in complete harmony with Nature: Both the grass and my hair is in need of cutting!
In discussing the hill (across from Building “F”) that I am trying to re-grass, Milt suggested to me that all the slowly appearing grass will need this summer is a trim with a weed eater.
While watching the beginning of HALLOWEENTOWN on The Disney Channel early yesterday evening, I couldn’t help but wonder how great it would be to shower with the 14 or 15-year old female “star” of the film. Probably Disney intentional chose a child that exudes sex, although the appeal isn’t meant to be overt!
People, especially children, that are afraid of speaking before a crowd or in an interview situation are told to imagine the crowd or interviewers in its/their underwear.
In other words, undress people with her or his eyes! And “you” wonder why there’s sexual misbehavior in the world!
Why didn’t the postal carrier “run” yesterday? What kind of holiday was it? “Rain, sleet, snow, or dead of night . . .” my ass!

(acerca de 3:40 P.M.) Ronnie Harkins lied to me: Again! Last week he assured me that a new batch of flowers were forthcoming. But as I was watering the flowers “outside” his office, he said to me, as he was going to his van, that he thought it time for new flowers! Doesn’t he realize that it is past time for “new” flowers?
Milt may have been halfway joking yesterday when he was telling Marvin about inmate Mike bragging on himself too much, which was a sign of inability, but he was painfully accurate! Bragging gets one “pla__”! It is much better to be able to “talk the talk” than to “walk the walk”!
When I first saw the episode of JUDGING AMY (9-10:00 P.M., C.B.S.) that was aired yesterday evening, I didn’t notice the salacious look “Judge Grey” gave to “ Bruce” as he walks away. It is as if “Judge Grey,” who is white, thinks, “What a fine piece of Black ass that must be!”
“Bruce” is African American.
Wind is doing Its damnest to deliver Rain to the area! But so far, the “hunt” has been futile. However, the upper-70⁰’s (F) would be hard to handle without Wind, being that Rain is playing hard-to-get.
Milt drove me to The Bank this morning, allowing me to replace the lost $5. As we were returning, we “discussed” Phylis Jew and what a smart-ass she is. I even volunteered that Hazel Jackson was one of those people that “talk the talk” but can’t “walk the walk”!
Hazel, Phylis, and the female in Financial Aid didn’t impersonate The Supremes: Three white women did. No Big Deal, but the point is that Hazel, Phylis, an the other woman “bragged” instead of “doing”!
According to Milt, Phylis is the one that tried to arrange for Milt to clean a trailer at the truck driving center (Floyd and Beasley). The details are too complex and boring for me to remember.
But the business office at C.A.C.C. is “dysfunctional,” as is apparently all business offices. It was in 1993 or 1994, one afternoon while weeding or something at the fairgrounds in Louisville, KY, that a male co-worker and I got into a conversation about the exclusivity of the fairgrounds business office, and the middle-age female that was head of Housekeeping, in spite of being connected in someway with a Big Shot in the business office.
Although Milt lies as much as anybody in the C.A.C.C. business office! He has been there over twenty years: No wonder!
Is Marvin related to Milt? That’s what Joyce told me - that Marvin was related to Milt - late last week.

(acerca de 4:40 P.M.) I was walking back to my “rest area” this afternoon when Richard (Eric’s assistant) pointed with his right arm and mouthed something (he was going southeast from Eric’s shop). The combination of the wind, and the fact that I had left my hearing aid at home made it necessary for Richard to meet me on the sidewalk south of welding (Building “D”).
Ant Killer was available, Richard told me. Marvin had earlier asked Eric when Eric was down at “Milt’s” shop.
The mounds must be saturated, Richard told me: For the ant killer is poured, not sprayed.
After a “break” I went to get the ant killer. Eric was in his “office.” I asked for the “ant eater” at first.
If only C.A.C.C. had an ant eater! Only it would get as fat as Fatboy!
Before I used Round-Up (weed killer) that was in the new sprayer, an inmate told me not to spray leaves, as if I have never used Round-Up before!
Not wearing a seat belt, or “supporting” someone who refuses to buckle-up, when doing so is a state law is no different than illegal activity that make “inmate” out of people!
Does Joyce earn a dollar for every dollar I make, up to a certain point? I really have no problem with that: Except that it may be unethical! I for one don’t let such bother me, but Joyce sometimes plays the Ethical Creature!

(acerca de 6:31 P.M.) Joyce received the following joke (or something i_) among her e-mail messages several months ago: “Hi! I’m Saddam Hussein. My two sons have been shot and killed. I have been captured. But, hey! I’ve saved money with Geico!” Geico is the brand-name of a car insurance.
Florida has a state law requiring drivers to carry insurance. In order to meet the requirement, Anita Matlow contracted the services of Geico. I know: i usually paid the premiums!
In fact, Geico may have been created to make drivers “legal”! There is no type of credit check. One just walks in and buys insurance coverage.
Undoubtedly, Geico stays in business as a result of state-mandated insurance! Which begs the question: Are such laws really for the welfare of people, or only to enhance the insurance business? I would put my money on the later!

(22nd, About 7:3_ A.M.) This was the second morning this year that I had locked myself out of the house after taking Deah for her matutional outing! Both times I had to bang on the kitchen door to awaken granny! I had to go as far as knocking on the outside of granny’s window to her room, the first time a lock-out occurred.
Am I being “advised” to take my house key with me each morning?
Among the several dreams that I have even the slightest remembrance of, is one concerning a young male comedian that was trying to entertain a “small” crowd at a military or navy base. I recall the ___ and pitiful attendance. A rock band ignored the comic and was warming up. The “expected” concert rudely inter-rupted the comedian.
I remember I was sitting by the comedian, to his right. It was a breakfast (?) concert.

(acerca de 8:00 A.M.) After all the posturing and bullying by Wind and Overcast, when Rain actually had to “put up or shut up,” It showed Itself for what It really is: A whimpy Sprinkle! No where near enough water for the flowers!
“Speaking” of the flowers, I “designed” a plan of attack, being that Ronnie has no intentions of ordering new “troops”: Every other plant, so as to provide space for the plants that are to remain where they are! The others go to other “beds.”
The north flower bed in front of the secondary entrance/exit of the administration building has been violated by fire ants. So here’s what I plan on doing: Isolating the plant by removing it from the bed, and placing it in water (the roots). I will then spray water on the flowers until any remnants of ants remain.
You don’t reckon that Ronnie Harkins has been using flowers in order to assert control? He defied the recommended spacing and crowded the plants in each bed. But then I took action into my own hands! And people praised me!
Maybe Ronnie is “director of Grounds” only because Milt, the inmates, Eric, Mike, or Richard has no idea how to present a “sparkling” campus!
But does it make any sense to heed the advice of the so-called “horticulturist” concerning the trees, yet reject the spacing arrangement that the flower nursery woman supplied?

(acerca de 4:16 P.M.) What a masturbatory experience I had yesterday evening! I mean the ejaculation was heavenly!
However, the cause for the masturbatory delight is frightening: I imagined naked boys! Please . . . don’t tell anyone! Obviously I “ain’t” proud of what I had to do for the piece of heaven, the kingdom of God!
While inmate Mike was cutting my hair around 1:40, another inmate (he was on my right) asked me if I had “foreign blood” in me, say, Rumainia.
Rumainia (?)! What am I, Count Dracula!?
I have been accused of Rumainian hertiage before! May I assume, then, that my speech is more suited to any language but English?
Journalist and author Bob Woodward was on THE NEWSHOUR WITH JIM LEHRER (5:30-6:26 P.M., P.B.S.) yesterday. Mr. Woodward has written two books (“Bush at War” and another one) based on “insider information”: Supposively he was given access to George W. Bush’s presidential “style.”
Are we to believe that Bush actually told “trade secrets” of the administration? I would suggest that Bob Woodward is being used for political reasons, as in re-election!
Let’s assume that Mr. Bush feels himself to have been divinely chosen to be president in order to liberate the world and make all countries a “clone” of the United States, especially the “Arab World.” Well, there are those among the inhabitants of the world, especially the Middle East, that believe just as strongly that they have “God’s” blessing to “transform” the Evil Empire of the United States! Suicide bombers are willing to sacrifice themselves in exchange for a place in “heaven”!
History will see George W. Bush as mad and mentally crippled! Bush is justifying non- and anti-democratic policies for the sake of “God”!
George W. Bush is a prime example of why religion must not be allowed hegemony in this country!
Awful windy today! It was - and is - as if Wind was - is - pissed off at Rain for Its response yesterday evening to all Its (Wind) hard work!
The low-80⁰’s (F) and sunshine all around.
Speaking of Rain, I transferred a lot of flowers this afternoon: Milt told me in the pick-up (I had walked to Allen’s Food Mart for a weekend pack of cigarettes for $1.61) that “new” flowers are on the way, and I am trying to save as many plants as I can. To that end, then, I began digging up the flower bed that is south of the primary entrance/exit to the administration building.
There are way too many flowers in just one of the four “main” beds! Hell, one could cover all four with the flowers from just one bed!

(acerca de 5:49 P.M.) The country from which I have been accused of being from by an inmate is “Romania.”
“What fools these mortals be!” The line from “A Mid-summer Night’s Dream” is indicative of how comedy is made different from tradegy not by acting, but by directing. Robert De Niro says, on SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE, that acting in comedy or drama is the same.
I was in the audience two different time during the summer of 1993 when the Kentucky Shakespeare Festival presented “Comedy of Errors” (Central Park, Louisville). The first time I saw the play, the actor paused, stepped towards the audience, and spoke the line. However, the second time, the actor just turned his head to the audience and spoke.
The first case was more “comedic.” For some reason, though, the director must have changed the rhythm (?) of the play!
For it is rhythum and not acting that differentiates comedy from drama.
GREAT PERFORMANCES presented the American Ballet Theatre’s production of “The Dream.” a shortened version of “A Mid-summer Night’s Dream” (8-9:00 P.M., P.B.S.).
Years ago (20-25) Leslie declared that she would never wear tights in public because they are too revealing!

(acerca de 7:31 P.M.) I recall hearing, and maybe seeing, film directors - or at least that’s how these people were introduced as - stating on radio, or television, talk shows that movie stars of 50-60 years ago - Bettye Davis, John Wayne, etc - didn’t warrant direction, that they would just be allowed to act. Well, unless what was said was promotional for the “movie stars,” the directors weren’t much of directors! For a director - stage or film - is more than an audience: S/he establishes the interpretation and rhythum. S/he makes sure that the different acting styles are in “sync.” It has always been this way!
Kayla was here when I arrived home around 3:30. The writing in this report, above, was done in the Family Room, sitting in the rocking arm chair, part of the time with Skinny (the cat) in my lap.
It was around 7:17 when Bill came for Kayla.
I may have - I better have! - reported what I experienced while walking down the hill of Central Park in Louisville back to my seat during one of the attendence at the Kentucky Shakespearean Festival: Passing one of the female cast members - she was going up the hill as I was coming down, and passed me on my left - she stared at me as if I was somebody important.
I just thought you’ll like to know that. It will give you some idea of the potential I had coming but never made contact with!

(acerca de 8:25 P.M.) Absolutely not! The goddess of stardom and the Muse of Talent are by no means one and the same person! The former is very demanding and fickled than the latter! And even though the latter will always speak to the former when She meets Her, the former, most of the time, will snub the latter!
Sandra Wilson took my photograph yesterday as I was preparing a second hot dog.
Even Marvin “complained” about the blue dye that Mike - or even Milt - insist be included with the weed killer! This morning he said that Ronnie would have a “fit” when the saw the stained side walk! I told him that Ronnie was probably the person who insisted upon the dye!

(25th, About 7:33 A.M.) I suggested to Milt that he look at the flower bed in front of the ___ Center and se how the flowers are spaced.
We both agreed that, if Ronnie only wants 6” between plants, that Milt and the inmates will “fudge” two inches.
Flowers will be planted below the marquee and in the “V” that separates the two sides.
The woman that is to supply C.A.C.C. with the flowers will be “inspecting” the planting.
The north end of Buildings “C” and “E” can be tilled and made into flower beds. But no patch of campus that can be mowed (the north end of “C” and “E” are edged by a sidewalk after only about two feet [width] of land, not a big enough area for a tractor lawn mower).
The above was from the conversation that Milt and I had coming from the store, and also while “touring” the campus.
It has also been decided to exchange azeal_s (?) for the dead-looking hedges behind the library, although new leaves are slowly re-clothing the hedges.

(acerca de 8:07 A.M.) So much for a woman that has had children being a better parent than a childless man: Joyce knew good and well that Kayla had been playing with Play Dough when she (Joyce) gave her a piece of garlic bread to eat!
In fact, I doubt seriously if Joyce would “encourage” Kayla to wash her hands (Kayla’s) at all before she (Kayla) eats if I wasn’t here!
Before Joyce arrived home, Kayla stated several times that she didn’t want spaghetti. Although she accepted that Fate when Joyce prepared spaghetti!
The seat of the stationary bicycle isn’t a toy. Instead of pedalling the bike as she usually does, Kayla attempted to separate the seat from the machine. As Joyce should have, she voiced her disapproval of what Kayla was doing. But not in the “threatening,” bitchy way in which she did it! It was pathetic how “hurt” Kayla’s feelings were! For a few seconds, Kayla pouted and turned her back facing Joyce as she (Kayla) sat in the pink rocking chair.
No wonder Kayla is in such a hurry to leave with her mother and/or father! It’s child abuse to even force Kayla to visit “Nana” and/or granny!

(acerca de 8:34 A.M.) No telling what’s really going on with Iraq! The Bush administration is, no doubt, making all kind of sweet deals with other countries, and maybe even the “enemy,” in order to come across as the sincere protector of the United States, something the Democrats can’t do!
Which is why I chose WITHOUT A TRACE (9-10:00 P.M., C.B.S.) over FRONTLINE, “Son of Al Qaeda”: There is so much “fiction” out about Iraq, Al Qaeda, and the Bush administration! So much of this untruth can crowd out the facts, if they were possible to obtain!
By the way, how many ‘liberal” radio stations are too many or just enough? In a debate over Air America, the liberal radio talk show that only recently began broadcast, critics say that with P.B.S. and N.P.R. (National Public Radio), there is no need for a liberal radio talk show. But how many conservative radio and television outlets are there? Why are conservatives so afraid of Air America succeeding?
The Iraqi Governing Council was hand-picked by the United States. It is more or less a “puppet” of this country. And the members are quislings, eager for power, and not concern about the welfare of Iraq, most likely!

(acerca de 9:20 A.M.) While Kayla and I were involved in a “hop scotch” game out side on the driveway (Kayla had drawn squares from “10 to 1” with chalk, going “down” the drive), I “explained” the best I could that my center of gravity is much higher than hers, which was why I didn’t like to hop down hill. Although I’m sure Kayla didn’t understand what I was talking about, she “agreed” to let me begin at “1” while she stood at “10” and went downhill.
Granny and Joyce were seated in lawn chairs.
Earlier, Granny had attempted to get Samantha from the closet of her (granny’s) room, where the cat didn’t suppose to be. In so doing, Samantha scratched her (granny’s) hand badly.
Now, we all know that I have long ago disavowed granny as a mother. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t have compassion to her as a human being, no matter how much of a mockery of humanity she (granny) is!
When I told Joyce what had happened, Joyce was more concerned about granny allowing Samantha in the room in the first place, instead of concern about granny’s hand. Some things are going to happen whether “you” like them or not, and granny will have the door to her room opened enough for Samantha to sneak in. But that shouldn’t give Samantha the right to scratch or bite!
Milt also “suggested” that he no longer ask Ronnie anything, but only does things in opposition to his (Milt’s) way if Ronnie interferes. Though I really don’t know if I believe Milt when he said that yesterday.
Both Leslie and Joyce were amazed that an inmate had the ability to cut my head so nicely!

(acerca de 11:11 A.M.) Janet Jackson appeared shy and nervous in her appearance on THE LATE SHOW WITH DAVE LETTERMAN (10:35-11:35 P.M., C.B.S.), especially when Letterman “grilled” her on the “wardrobe malfunction” that resulted in the so-called “accident” of Ms. Jackson exposing one of her breasts during the half-time show of the Super Bowl! The program was first showed about a month ago.
Given the wardrobe Janet Jackson wore for this appearance on national television, no one believes this “accident” nonsense! Although Dave Letterman “interviewed” Ms. Jackson comically, it was obvious that he didn’t believe the “accident” story, either!
Ms. Jackson’s display is helping her career, there’s no doubt about it!
Her brother, Michael, tries to con people into thinking he is a “clean, outstanding, American male.” Although he is innocent until proven guilty, I remember the charge of pedaresty in 1993!
By the way, Richard Pereles, with home, along with his wife, I was living in Louisville KY, stated, in regards to a television report of Mr. Jackson’s sexual preference, that Michael Jackson should retire.
I only watched about forty minutes of THE LATE SHOW WITH DAVE LETTERMAN (or thereabouts).
It was I that had began the conversation concerning the flowers: I had told Milt that Ronnie had lied about getting new ones. Milt then told me that Eric had informed him that flowers were due in the next day (this morning).
I was reluctant to “un_teed” the flowers: I don’t trust Milt, an I trust Eric even less!
Joyce saw a “family reunion” recently on television recently. She made some comment about siblings greeting each other as intimately as they did on the program!

(acerca de 12:41 P.M.) Kayla was in a chair or something on the floor area by the television of the Family Room. I was sitting in the non-rocking arm chair.
Why is “Lizzie McGuire’s” male friend called “Gordo”? “Gordo” means “fat” in Spanish. “Fatboy” (the cat) is “Gordo”: The LIZZIE MCGUIRE character isn’t at all fat!
You know what Kayla told me? That “Gordo” wasn’t his real name!
I deserved that answer! The very idea, trying to confuss a 5-year old child!
Tuesday evening LIZZIE MCGUIRE (The Disney Channel) aired an episode that has once before been a guest in this house. But only this second viewing did Joyce “explain” that the kid with the blue and white, half-and-half face is “Braveheart”!
It was also Tuesday evening (the above may have been some other day this week) that I had asked Joyce is the “semi-mongloid” kid on EVEN STEVENS (The Disney Channel) was the younger brother in the “Stevens” family? The male child has the outward appearance of Down’s Syndrone. Only insensitive people dare to call it “mongloid,” the racial similarities between the external manifestation of Down’s Syndrone to the natives of Mongolia. Why did I do it?
Milt was aseated in the shop, outside his “office.” Was it yesterday or Wednesday? I was standing north of him. I had asked him if he knew the reason why the corporation of The Bank had fired the previous staff en masse? He didn’t know, but many people were leaving The Bank because of it!
I had said that if the A.T.M. by the bookstore remained in operation, I would switch to the Coosa Valley (?) Credit Union. Milt said the A.T.M. did operate.
That A.T.M. would be more convenient, I declared.

(acerca de 4:05 P.M.) In spite of the leak in the bottom of the gasoline tank - I think the gasoline escapes by way of faulty balls or some type of connecter - I was able to “groom” Olene’s yard. Although there is no more “stuff” to feed the motor so it will eat the grass of this yard.
I told Bill of the problem over a week ago - he has the tools and is the family’s handy man - but he has yet to inspect the tank. I reminded him again yesterday evening.
Gasoline is a corrosive and may have its own escape route.
It is awfully hot to be pushing a mower: The mid-80⁰’s (F)! The flowers at C.A.C.C. could really use watering, but Rain is on strike, it seems! When I mentioned the flowers needing Rain to Joyce when we were all outside yesterday evening, she hinted that the grass was more important, the implication being that I shouldn’t care so much about the flowers. Isn’t this the same woman that, about a month ago, complained about my non-caring alitude towards the weed-infested rock garden and no weed killer?

(acerca de 7:07 P.M.) I met a lush lime green tree frog while mowing the south side of Olene’s yard. Welcome to the neighborhood! Did “you” take a wrong turn: This isn’t the amason!
Two juggling sessions, grass-cutting, a poor diet: My body is responding adversely!

(24th, About 8:30 A.M.) I know first hand it was this way 20-25 years ago! It was the reason for my dis-illusionment with the organization! I doubt if things have changed.
It was - is? - a policy of the Baha’i Faith to not allow women on the Universal House of Justice, although the Baha’i Faith encourages the equality of humankind! However, by declaring that women are too good to b_ on the House, one has already negated “equality”!
I read in “National Geographic” that the Baha’i Faith is a reform movement within Islam. All the time I was connected with the faith, I never understood it to be a “reform movement” within Islam, even though I was aware that the Baha’i Faith developed from Islam.
The Baha’i Faith in Iran is much more willing to label itself ‘reform movement” than the Baha’i Faith in, say, the United States. In this country, the Baha’i Faith wants to be an independent religion.
The Baha’i Faith apparently use Shria law (Islamic Law) as one of many contributing factors. The temporary “constitution” that the United States think will “control” Iraq beginning in July claims that Shria law will be one of many influences in the government, not the only influence. Even if this is the case, Shria law would probably lead to misogynistic policy as practice by a “reform movement”!
And that more people don’t leave the Baha’i Faith because of its subtle anti-woman stance amazes me!

(acerca de 10:06 A.M.) Yesterday afternoon granny said something to me about not needing a certain amount or number of something.
After thinking about what granny had - or hadn’t - said, I suddenly realized what was behind the declaration: I had joked the evening before that the badminton racket i had used had holes in it, as an excuse for missing the birdie, as Kayla and I played netless badminton in the front yard.
It seems as if C.A.C.C. isn’t the only place my jokes go flat!
Sleep left my room in disgust early this morning due to Samantha’s banging on granny’s door, and the door to my room. I don’t feel so good this morning as a result!
The gorgeous Asian-American female (Vietnamese?) student was sitting on the south horizontal beam of the secondary entrance/exit porch of the administration building. She was conversing on a cell phone, and was wearing a skirt.
I happened to be weeding the flower beds in the neighborhood. How is it that a man my age is drawn to the between-the-thigh area of a female more than likely thirty years his junior? But I am!

(acerca de 1:14 P.M.) About a 12’ x 20’ section in the center of the back yard: The gasoline tank were emptied by the front yard, the “island” between this yard and Olene McHafey’s, and the two ends of the back yard.
Every time Bill is the handy man for Joyce, he always “overacts” in order to feel important or to impress Joyce and/or Leslie, or to, in his thinking, belittle me!
The gas tank on the lawn mower leaks at the points of the two “connectors.” It would be a simple matter to repair: Caulking would do it. In fact, I was prepared to apply black “plastic” tape as a temporary solution this morning.
But no! Bill inspected the tank this morning, insisting that there was a crack in the bottom, just as George W. Bush insist that Iraq had and has weapons of mass destruction!
I pointed out that, as the liquid is weighed down by more liquid, it is more inclined to leak. Was it co-incidence or convenience that Bill declared that a loosened cap decreases the pressure, thereby making the leak less likely.
However, it didn’t work! In the first place, the gasoline is never under pressure. It it was, it would be a bomb! Milt and I have talked several times about gasoline only becoming explosive under pressure and/or confimed to a small area.
Bill left the lawn mower “in the sun,” with the right (pusher’s perspective) lower than the left. When I went to move the machine, he very patronizingly told me not to.
The entire supply of gasoline was used yesterday on Olene’s yard. It goes without saying that Joyce bitched about this, saying that gasoline cost too much for an entire can (1 ½ gallons) on one yard.
Sure, gasoline is expensive (about 1.65 a gallon), but Kayla is allowed to waste the price of a gallon whenever she is over here!
Bill, thinking he had some at his house, went for a gallon. It required more than half a tank before the leakage began.
Instead of repairing the current gas tank, Bill is going to order a new one.
By the way, I assume you know that this is all my fault, as far as Joyce is concerned!
I am reminded of my graduate school theatre history professor Michael Z___ and comedy history professor Neil Jumonville insisting that Dr. Leon Golden only thought (thinks?) he knew a lot about ancient Athens and Rome!

(acerca de 2:11 P.M.) When Leslie and Bill left around 11:15 this morning, Kayla went with them, after having been here since around 4:30 yesterday afternoon.
I was in my room writing. So it was news to me that Bill or Leslie had cut down two bushes: I heard Joyce said that one of them may, but I wasn’t summons when the yardwork was happening!
Among the television programs that were invited into the Family Room yesterday evening was a Country Music awards show on C.M.T. Toby Keith received the video of the year that was, wink! wink! voted on by country music fans. The latest video from Mr. Keith is a tribute of sorts to the military. Obviously the fact that Toby Keith won for such propaganda was politics and not so much fan-driven!
Two females presented an award. They looked and behaved “slutty.” I admit, I am not a country music fan. To me “country music” is an oxymoron!
Was i surprised when I discovered that one of the females was Allison Krause! (The woman on this female’s right called her “Allison,” so Joyce made the assumption).
I remember not too long ago that Ms. Krause had the appearance of “the girl next door”! She came across as a “regular” person with extra-ordinary talent. Now, however, she appears “abnormal” with only mediocre talent!
So, Ms. Krause, you rather have fame than talent, eh? What a prostitute you are!
Local news (Fox 6?) told about the emergence of the female fan for auto racing (there is a major race at the Alabama Speedway in Talladega this weekend). I told Leslie, over here with Bill to “tell” Kayla good-night (it must have been after 9:00 P.M.), that I don’t think this is what Women’s Lib have been pressing for!
It may appear “rainy” now, but the area was full of Shine this morning! The mid-80⁰’s (F) made it hot, and continues to do so!
But the flowers at CACC need watering! I’m counting on You, Rain!
Wind may convince Rain to visit the neighborhood this time!

(acerca de 4:52 P.M.) I assume “you” did the correction - correctly: I wrote about a half of a page on the other side of the sheet of paper before I realized that I had left the “back” portion of the previous sheet untouched! That sort of thing will happen on occasion, although the “on occasion” is what worries me!
While at the kitchen table yesterday evening, I announced that Kayla resembled Mary Travers (of Peter, Paul, and Mary). Not only does Kayla have similar hair styles - although brown to Ms. Travers’ blonde - but Kayla also jerks her neck to clear the hair from her eyes, a trade mark of Mary Travers!
Of course “we” are talking about a much younger Mary Travers, when she had the strenght to jerk her neck!
The overall host of the Country Music awards yesterday was Dolly Parton. In spite of servere criticism of her singing by Chet Atkins and others (with justification) Ms. Parton has somehow managed to be one of the “queens” of Country Music. On the program she presented one of the songs from her latest C.D. Not only was her wardrobe “amateurish,” but her “arm choreography” was pitiful for a performer of her status! It was as if she was a contestant on NASHVILLE STAR, the country music “version” of AMERICAN IDOL, presented by the U.S.A Cable channel!
Ms. Parton should have ended her singing career on a high note (no pun intended)! Her performance yesterday evening was anti-climatic! She is an example of a person that is tricked by Fate into undoing her previous artistic milestone!

(25th, About 8:20 A.M.) I was in the navy or the military. What I remember is a conversation in a bunk room/dormitory.
There was at least one other dream earlier this morning.
One of the annoyances done by Samantha (the cat) is to drink water from the unlidded toliet, opened in case of the ball-and-chain of flushing fames malfunctions.
When I think back as to how my family reacted to the fact that I had been to Europe - before and after - it becomes vividly clear that I could never please my family or make “them” proud of me.

(acerca de 8:56 A.M.) George W. Bush may, indeed, be a charming man. And as Bob Woodward reveals, Bush may be sincere in trying to change the world to conform to the image of the United States (which is “playing God,” you understand).
The tears that Mr. Bush shed on September 11, 2001, may have been an incarnation of real sorrow (or due to a guilty conscious that the Bush administration could have perhaps prevented the attack).
But here “we” have the problem: Does the United States really need a man that is “emotionally unstable” in this time of crisis, a time of crisis, by the way, that Bush created?
There is no question in my mind that George W. Bush will not be able to fix the problems he got the United States into!
Anybody that believes s/he has been “sent by God” is either about to “con” the people or is mentally deranged!
Or both!
Bush’s claim to divine rule scares the hell out of me!
Remember Denise Holmes, the first “employment counselor” I was assigned to by Voc Rehab? She tried to connect me to a bus driving job which, no doubt, was similar to the position of one of my bus drivers!
One would think that a person that works with the disabled would realize that the disabled, as does everyone else, require individualized job-placement, not work for the sake of work.

(acerca de 9:53 A.M.) I, of all people, should know what claiming “divine assistance” can do! After all, didn’t I try to justify to myself that I had made the right decision in becoming a circus clown by “swearing” that I had been chosen to receive “special clowning talent”?
It’s the ways of the world that a person such as Denise Holmes is promoted! I imagine that’s the problem with the C.I.A. and the F.B.I.!
On the other hand, it could have been that the only way to have gotten Ms. Holmes away from people was to kick her upstairs where she has no direct contact with the disabled!
Between 5:30 and 6:00 yesterday, I saw NBC NEWS, ABC WORLD NEWS, and the re-broadcast of President Bush’s weekly radio address on C-Span, as well as the Democratic response by Rep. Mark Udall of CO, also on C-Span.
Reba McIntyre received the Johnny Cash Visionary Award Friday evening. I remember the 1993 Kentucky State Fair in Louisville, in which Ms. McIntyre appeared: I was a part of the clean-up crew of the Colliseum, the venue which featured Reba McIntyre and Company. I was back stage when Ms. McIntyre was on stage.

(acerca de 10:36 A.M.) AS TIME GOES BY (8:30-9:00 P.M., P.B.S.) took over my life yesterday evening.
A former member of the Arizona Cardinals professional football team quit to join the military after the 2001 season. He was recently killed in Afghanistan.
The man is being ___d as a hero: After walking away from a seven-figure salary, he made the ultimate sacrifice for this country.
The man probably is a hero. But it may also be a case where he wanted to legally murder! Football, after all, approves symbolic murder.
Or maybe football wasn’t enough for the man. Maybe patriotism was the last thing on the man’s mind when he joined the army!
A soldier came “home” from one of the wars over there, and allegedly murdered his wife. The military turns people into killing machines, which is not to say that the military should be held responsible in the event that the man is guilty: The vast majority of military and former military people don’t murder away from the battle field!

(acerca de 12:30 P.M.) THE DISTRICT (9-10:00 P.M., C.B.S.) had a couple of good “elements” yesterday evening: People coming out of church came face-to-face with a drive-by shooting. A gang member is lying face-up on the street. The camera does a spiralling overhead zoom back as the “soul” of the gang member “departs” on “its” trip to “heaven.”
There is the hymn that expresses the theme of the episode about gang violence.
The Sonny and Cher song, “The Beat Goes On!”: The episode ends with a rapid re-play of the drive-by shooting, letting the viewers know that little can be done to end the violence, that, indeed, “The Beat Goes On!”
The type of people I was “attracked” to - Robert Clifton, Richard Pereles, Doug Green, Steve and Mary Holt, to name just a few - is worrisome. I had to modify my behavior. I never want to have such people in my life again!
During a telephone conversation with Leslie (?) yesterday morning - I was across from Joyce at the kitchen table - Joyce commented that Toby Keith becomes more of a smart-ass the more popular he becomes! Joyce didn’t say this, but religion has led to his (Mr. Keith’s) “shitty” ways!
Toby Keith is not unlike a circus laborer: Only luck has made him a “star,” not talent! And he needs to be told that!

(acerca de 1:31 P.M.) You realize that there exist a connection between seeing oneself as divinely chosen and the “hubris” one preaches! In the 20th century alone, Alolph Hitler and the Emperor of Japan are just two examples!
Osama bin Laden sees himself as divinely chosen for the anti-American campaign!
The fact that, as late as January 1983 I was still claiming kinship to Edna Wilson, who was married at one time to my consanquinal uncle (paternal) Roy, doesn’t say much for my emotional state at that time!
I had just been “dismissed” by the Clown Alley of Circus Vargas in California. Edna came for me at the North Hollywood bus station.
What an awful time in my life! But, sad to say, there were worse times!

(acerca de 3:34 P.M.) One of my juggling sessions today was with Clubs: While Deah was drying in the sun after an al fresco bath, I did about half an hour late this morning and early this afternoon.
Rain wants so much to terrorize the area, but security by the mid-70⁰’s (F) prevents an attack. Overcast is being recruited by the terrorist network to take sun “down.”
I will keep “you” informed as to the expected attack.
Did I hear Milt correctly Thursday: Eric is directing the flower project? Y_p, I have been at C.A.C.C. too long!

(acerca de 4:_2 P.M.) If a person says that a childless person has no business talking about child-rearing, than the criticizer most likely rears children not for the children’s sake, but for theraputic reasons!
It has often been said that rearing children changes a person. And here we have the problem, ladies and gentlemen!
“At least a White Supremist doesn’t hid her/his racism!” I wrote this note several weeks ago in response to racist thoughts I have on occasion. As, I am “shocked” to see Black people talking on cell phones!
Is it better for racism to lead to White Supremist, or to racial equality? I am confused as to whose racism is worse: Mine or granny’s!

(acerca de 7:12 P.M.) As baby birds do, the flowers had their mouths open for something to eat. Mother Nature, therefore, was duty-bound to provide “Her” Children with nourishment after more than seventy-two hour of fasting!
Although Rain wasn’t nearly enough! But maybe the flowers will make it until I can water them tomorrow.
I had a lot of things planned for the afternoon, including weed-eating. But Kayla was here from about 12:45 to about 7:10. The reason being because Leslie helped Joyce with a paper she (Joyce) must submit to her English instructor comparing “A long Day’s Journey into Night” by Eugene O’Neil; ‘As I lay Dying” by William Faulkner; and Authur Miller’s “Death of a Salesman.”
Now, these three literary works can’t normally be compared, as I told Joyce. But any three pieces of literature can be found with the same thread “running” through them!
Anyway, I suppose Joyce is so grateful for Leslie’s help that she submitted to Kayla’s all afternoon visit, not really Caring what anyone else - especially me - had scheduled!
For Joyce is the type of person - and there are way too many of them, male and female - that feels family and marriage are not democratic institutions, but her “crew,” in which Joyce is the one to be served!
As a confirmed bachelor, isn’t marriage interdependence, each partner depending on the other?
Isn’t marriage a symbiotic relationship?-1
And a “Family”: Isn’t it an oligarchy when there are children younger than 18? Even though unfair, pre-18 year-old people have only a part-time relationship with democracy. The parents must make decisions. And if only one parent, s/he must be a benevolent dictator.
After her mother had left, and Joyce was out of the house, Kayla was given a hunk of cheese and a second yogurt drink by granny. That happens all the time: Granny basically “forces” snacks on Kayla.
However, Joyce was adament about blaming Kayla for “sneaking” a second yogurt drink! She (Joyce) wouldn’t even listen to my explanation of granny’s culpability!
Joyce is not defending granny: She is defending granny’s parenting style, because she (Joyce) as it! In addition, the fact that I, a man, would dare to criticize a woman’s child-rearing technique!
Granny believe that she can actually raise children better than I can!
Earlier this afternoon, Kayla was “wallowing” on my lap. Granny watched in envy, just looking for an excuse to declare my attempted child molestation!
I have news for Joyce and granny: Their parenting style is quasi-child abuse!

(26th, About 7:12 A.M.) More food for the flowers: At this writing, and “after dinner” treat (Mist) nourishes “God’s” Children.
I would argue that nobody, without exception, knows what love is! Just because two people have been married for over twenty years, doesn’t mean that “love” is there!
A person sweeping the stage of a theatre always complains about her/his job. When it is suggested that s/he quit, s/he answers, “What, and give up show business?”
The above is compatible to a person that marries marriage, and not another person. It explains how a marriage can survive over twenty years: A person has a 20-year “bond” with marriage, not with another human being!
In the same vain, then, divorce is a reaction against marriage, not another person. A friendly divorce? Why not! It is marriage that is in the way and that won’t change, and not the ex-”spouse”!

(acerca de 7:40 A.M.) I have always been puzzled as to what “Christian Humanism” could be! The term seemed such a contradiction.
Recently I decided that one can “honor” Jesus without accepting “God.”
Lo and behold! “Christian Humanism” is exactly that: Rejecting any type of divine “bondage” that many attribute to Jesus!
I was sure that I had finally come up with an idea that no one else has discovered! What I did was to learn belatedly what I should have learn years ago!
I must admit that the April 2004 edition of “The Humanist” was of tremendous help in this act of “Catch up”!
On reconsideration, I would compare the Iraqi War with the Russian military action in Afghanistan, which has been compared to the Vietnam War. In fact, the “__her” was that the United States is fighting - in Afghanistan - could very well end up “Russian-like”: Russia lost that war!

(acerca de 8:11 A.M.) Yesterday afternoon Joyce told me - Kayla and granny were “bowling” in the hallway - that somebody associated with her English class and was older that her, attempted to visit William Faulkner in Oxford, MS (Faulkner died in 1962). The person went so far as to go to the Faulkner farm. However, as Joyce told it, Mr. Faulkner came out of the woods, saw the visitors, and went back into the woods without speaking.
If this really happened like that - the visitor may have “enhanced” her/his retelling or Joyce made have fabricated the entire story - it doesn’t necessarily mean that Mr. Faulkner was being rude. Assuming that he was even aware of the visitor’s presence (which he probably wasn’t), his retreat back into the woods may have been due to chronic shyness: It is not unusual for a writer to hide behind words!
Nowadays “we” would label what William Faulkner exhibited in the above situation as “Social Anxiety Disorder.”
But did “you” ever wonder why, all of a sudden, there are “disorders” for every “failure” in life? Most likely, the “disorders” are only gimmacks from the “Snake Oil” industry! People use to appear on a stage that traveled from town to town: The “medicine” that was declared a cure-all for a host of “disorders” was only a preview of what was to come!
Joyce said that the final sentence in “As I lay Dying” by William Faulkner didn’t really “tie up” the loose ends. We have all been there: Joyce is reading a novel for the story, not overly concerned with how the story is gotten to.
That final sentence is important! Otherwise it wouldn’t be there! It refers back to the main character and/or events!

(acerca de 9:52 A.M.) “Stanley” didn’t “rape” “Blanche”: That’s what I explained to Joyce yesterday afternoon during our discussion of literature. Rape is a legal term, I told her.
It’s been a while since I read “A Streetcar Named Desire” by Tennessee Williams, but Joyce, who supposively had read the play within the last six months, told me how “Blanche” tells on “Stanley” and yells “rape.”
Of course, “Stanley,” “Blanche,” and “Stella” are only characters in a play, so the law doesn’t apply to them.
I only now, while writing this, realize that “Streetcar” and “Desire” may will refer to “Stanley” and “Blanche”!
“Willie Loman” is the “Salesman” in Authur Miller’s “Death of a Salesman.” Sure he (“Willie’) is a “salesman,” but what exactly is a “salesman” in this play?
Joyce is like I use to be: A drama must be performed, she stated. Yes and no: A play is literature while limited to the printed page. Only when it is “acted” does a play become drama! (continued)




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