"oh georgie...we hardly knew ya"

Once upon a time there was a time of semi-innocence
when a lad (me) whose parents were on a round-the-world "mission"
for the foundation of ford...

when this lad in order to learn to drink tea with LOLs (little old ladies)
went to PA (phillips andover) in andover MA (mass) where he learned the ins and outs of bushian (gwb) elitism...

as in the dean of andover (dean benedict) was a houseguest at the bush's place in kennebunkport, ME
(maine) on a regular summer basis (georgie's daddy's summer place)headmaster john kemper was a guest there too according to mike kaiser
andover student and bush family friend...

anyway georgie called the new 'lower' (sophomore) at andover JEWBOY (me) which I suppose I should have been grateful for...

but instead I left Andover at the end of the year somewhat disillusioned and disheartened by the ability of prep school lads to be seduced by a lord-of- the-flies mentality...

anyway gwb and ghwb didn't have such pronounced texas twangs back in 1961 ghwb the PA of gwb grew up in greenwich, CN (connecticut) which like kennebunkport must be a suburb of dallas...

anyway I believe I have paid enough attention to the little ignorant SOB
who always had a "patsy" bodyguard with him (LOL...hee hee)...

he continues with his BS only now it is about WMDs, CEOs, ICBMs and other issues way beyond his ken (KEN:understanding)...

"OH GEORGIE, WE HARDLY KNEW YA"

A Verbal Self-Portrait of a 61 Year Old Grandpa

FOR THOSE WHO MIGHT 'OUT' ME
AND REVEAL ME IN

MY POWERFUL
PATERNAL
PROTECTIVE
PROCREATIVE
AND CREATIVE
OVERFLOWING
ABUNDANCE

MY NURTURING
BABY HEAD SMELLING
INSTINCTUAL
PATERNAL
PROTECTIVE
FOOD PROVIDER-PREPARER
OVERFLOWING
ABUNDANCE

MY
'FIERCELY'
GENTLE
REPRODUCTIVELY
ORGANIC
PROTECTIVELY
INSTINCTUAL
MATERNAL
PATERNAL
PROTECTIVE
OVERFLOWING
ABUNDANCE

WELCOME!

ALL OTHERS: PLEASE! MOVE ON....

when the HEART is at HOME

home

is

where

the heart

is

when

the heart

is at

home

The LOSING YOURSELF Feeling

When I want to "lose myself" I go swimming...

Lately, this has involved either going to the SMITH RIVER for a brisk swim across the river or for an ocean swim in the surf at South Beach, south of town.

Yesterday I swam at both places...and did some sand drawing, too.

I calligraphed "HOME" in 15-foot letters in the sand at the beach, using the neck of a discarded beer bottle as my calligraphy tool.

The root meaning of ART (ars, artis- Latin) is "to do, to make"...so I was at the beach "DOING my thing" and losing myself in the process.

"Forgetting me" or "losing myself" feels so right sometimes.

What do you do to lose yourself?

Everchanging Scene

What I want to know is, where does all this 'virtual living' lead?

In time will we have 'virtual' spouses, children, extended families, tribal networks, and so on?

Is this 'virtual universe' more compelling than the so-called 'real world'...or, are my shortcomings in the 'real world' so pronounced that I seek refuge and sanctuary in a world of 'virtual' relationship?

My propensity to 'virtualize' has much to do with 'control issues', I believe.

I feel more in control of how I project myself in the virtual world than I do in mundane, 'getting and spending' social interaction.

And my imagination gets to run free...


IF YOU ARE FEELING BLUER
WHEN YOU WISH TO BE FEELING NEWER,
LIE ON YOUR BACK, LOOK AT THE SKY
AND ENTER THE WORLD OF THE CUMULI...

IN PASSING CLOUD PUFFS LOSE YOURSELF;
FIND A SEAHORSE, A DRAGON OR ELF;
IN THE CHANGING CLOUD FORM SEE YOUR DREAM:
YOUR 'VIRTUAL' WORLD, EVERCHANGING SCENE...

In My Dreams

Travel, trekking, trips, sojourns, odysseys of my childhood, journeys of my imagination, migrations of my spirit, ventures for my soul: of these I sing.

My existential state.

Either I am now lost in a forest night of endless confusion ...self-exiled in a limbo for failure to materialize Confucian virtue ...or, I am about to emerge from some midlife exoskeleton as a wiser, keener, realer version of myself.

Perhaps... I will become a story teller, perhaps a medium- maybe both ("in my dreams").

Yes. In my dreams.

"Oh! Impractical dreamer. You exist between the 'worlds' and bear the currency of neither...for you are the BEARER OF CHIMAERA, MAYA, SAMSARA...a Ganeshi, you are the kirtan singer of the transient..."

"Is that, then, my karma yoga?"

"Alas, no. It is your yoke."

Sanctioned by GOD

FOR THOSE WHO WISH WORDS OF COMFORT
AND PRAISE FOR CONSUMERIST WAYS
I'LL TRY HARD TO MASK ALL PROBLEMS OF CONSCIENCE
IN WRITINING OF FREE ENTERPRISE'S HOLIEST PHASE

WHICH IS THE MARRIAGE OF RELIGION AND CAPITAL MARKETS
OF CHARGING WHAT THE MARKET WILL BEAR
OF EXTRACTING PROFIT AT THE MARGIN IN THE NAME OF
CHRIST
THAT THE GLORY OF GREED GETS ITS SHARE

AND IF THE 'INVISIBLE HAND' OF FREE ENTERPRISE
JUSTIFIES LAND OCCUPATION WITH A WINK AND A NOD
BE WELL ASSURED THERE WILL BE RELIGIOUS AUTHORITY
THAT GIVES THIS THEFT THE 'SANCTION OF GOD'.

"WHAT IT IS"

I THINK I INVEST IN THE WAR IN IRAQ EVERY TIME I FILL UP AT THE GAS PUMP.

EVERY TIME I CRUISE AROUND IN MY CAR...

ANYWAY, THIS IS NOT THE WAR IN IRAQ; RATHER, IT IS THE WAR ON IRAQ.

MAYBE, CALLING IT WHAT IT IS, MAKES AN EXIT (FROM IRAQ) A SLIGHTLY GREATER POSSIBILITY...

EVEN THOUGH SUPPORTING THE TROOPS BY BRINGING THEM HOME (AN EXIT) HAS YET TO CATCH ON IN THE PUBLIC'S IMAGINATION.

Pissing into a headwind is no fun...

Election returns are in from the June primaries.

And the people spoke...at least those registered to vote

did. And what did they say?

Around here, in Del Norte County, California, for the second time in two elections they said NO to new taxes (requiring a 2/3 majority) for Libraries...actually, for extending library hours beyond four days/week.

And on the state level, NO to money for Libraries; and NO to taxing the top 1% income bracket to fund Preschool for Children.

The Progressive Agenda took a hit all over the place.

The old wisdom: 'Regroup...and continue to fight the "good fight".' For you, maybe. Not for me. I am tired of the "good fight".

As long as the voters in this polity seem content to fritter away resources and lives in pursuit of an ADVENTURISTIC CULTURE OF DOMINATION AND DESTRUCTION, it seems rather fruitless to attempt a reasoned discussion about the consequences of our collective social behavior.

Soon enough the consequences of our behavior WILL FORCE OUR CHILDREN AND GRANDCHILDREN TO MAKE MAJOR CHANGES in consumption and living patterns.

Cultural change will be thrust upon us.

I will change my consumption and living patterns:

that will be my political statement.

I will cease, however, to continue to "fight the good fight" in the realm of political discourse:

PISSING INTO A HEADWIND

is an unsatisfying activity

for

any

prolonged

period of time!