I Fell In With Some Alligators

Out My Back Door Yesterday Morning

A tale told by an idiot (or savant or perhaps just a drunkard) in an unfamiliar tongue that sounds a lot like English. And all the while that he is speechifying, I am drinking and sometimes be becomes so sing song that I nod off. Suddenly my head gives a jerk, bobbles. I become alert and look about. Did anyone notice? They never do. And I strained to make sense what he was saying. He was still talking. A monotonous sing song. It’s not necessary to catch every work, just one or two here and there, but you can’t make sense of it when you miss five or ten minutes of it. Sometimes you came back from taking a piss and he is still talking and it’s like you’d never left. But none of what he was saying made any sense not even before the nod off. A rant is not like a speech; there is no going back. No copies have been prepared for the press . And besides who cares? What is missed is gone, gone forever. Good riddance. There is a fire blazing in the brazier. It is hot and the air is laden with combustion. I begin to nod off again. I jerk.  Its an automatic reflex. I’m trying to stay awake. I really am. It has become quiet except for the wind howling outside. Last call is announced. I stumble outside. There is no moon but the stars are cheery. I should not be driving. God, do I have to take a piss.

A woman / you’d want to kiss / or just hold – a woman whose hairbrush / you’d know the details of – Anthony Caleshu – The Siege of the Body and a Brief Respite, 2004 p5

Wonderful wonderful

            The professor’s Plung

            Bath for the Active Tourist (*ATPB)

So green – only one gallon

            Water required

            And every drop

                        Recyclable

But as the Sub-Warden

                        Observed

“A little bruised, perhaps?”

            The Active Tourist

            Upon extraction

The Professor admitted

                        This

But what was important, he said

            Was that the Active Tourist

Had gotten his plunge bath

                        Afterall

Yesterday solutions are today’s problems

Corvair College – a three day workshop on turning a Corvair engine into an aircraft power plant. They were originally designed, he claimed, to power helicopters. I didn’t know that. I only remember Ralph Nader. Seventy participants are showing up, all with their Corvair engines. He’s down here from the rustbelt in his pickup with his wife and two miniature dachshunds. Trail Dog gets some Milk Bone doggies snacks. He’s a happy camper. Come by today, he says. You might get a ride in a biplane with a Corvair engine. Sounds like a P51. After the first day he sounded a little discouraged. The instructor had gone trough all his engine parts telling which ones were usable and which one had to be custom made. Which was only natural, he said, since that what his business was. So how much would it cost if you had him make all the parts he claimed were un-usable, I asked? About ten-thousand dollars. But I think I can do it for lot less. A new Lycoming would cost about fifty-thousand.

The believers believe, but the world moves on – John Ralston Saul – The Collapse of Globalism, 2005 p14

Ain’t no hurry

Done been

Where we’re

            Goin’

The self-employment rate (including consultants and contract workers) in the U.S. has fallen from 18.5% in 1948 to 6.9% today (from 12% to 6.9% if you exclude farmers). The U.S. has the second lowest rate of self-employment among developed countries.

If it’s a truism, it’s probably not true

General Petraeus does his own mic check. Can we have a mic check here? He leaves nothing to chance, the reporter was saying as if this was an indication of the General’s leadership. It is not. It is a sign of micro-management; the exact opposite of what leadership is. It is as effort to minimize risk and a sign of distrust of one’s subordinates. Neither of these are indicators of leadership. Exactly the opposite. And his PhD? Well I’d called that a credential for membership in the technocracy. And that is no indicator of leadership either.

Chicago school

            Laissez-faire

                        Straight up

                                    No chaser

Free markets

            More choice

                        Corporations

                                    Are people

                                   

7-9m gal/day from the spring but the lake is almost dry. It’s not the farmers, she says. They irrigate, but there's no irrigating as this time of year. It happened overnight. Might be a sinkhole. There is limestone down there. How far down? About four hundred feet, he says.  But I wonder about that, there’s is a sinkhole next to the trail.  And over there, so the sign says, was the world’s largest prison at the time – the Confederate prison camp, Fort Lawton, built to relieve the overcrowding at Andersonville. It was only open four months before General Sherman came through on his “March to the Sea”. He burnt the railroad depot in town. All the prisoners had been removed to Savannah. It never held more than 10,300 Union prisoners (Andersonville had over 30,000). I think they meant the size of the enclosed space, which was three times that of Andersonville. Temperature for November: average high of 69⁰ and average low of 41⁰. The mean temperature being 55⁰. 

In 1830 opium was probably the largest single commodity business in the world.

When people no longer believe in the Immaculate Conception, they will believe in turning tables – Gustave Flaubert

Feudalism turned labor into land (slaves); Capitalism turns labor into capital (machines). Just different campaigns in the war against the common man

It is reasonable to conclude that the time has come for the American people to accept a hard truth, which is that ‘both’ of our political parties are now run by people who view us not as sovereign citizens who command them but as nude and sometimes rude animals who must be fed, clothed, employed, entertained, exercised, disciplined, and once every four years, herded by beaters into a voting booth – Barry C Lynn – Cornered: the new monopoly capitalism and the economics of destruction, 2010 p147

80% of the profits from tobacco and alcohol comes from addicts. Addiction is the business model for the industries regulated by the ATF.

The lobbyist and the networker are the modernized versions of the courtier

Only four countries (Namibia, Zimbabwe, Denmark and Switzerland) have a greater degree of wealth inequity than does the United States

It’s About Time

Behind the times

Behind the lines

            The Golden Hind       

            Hind quarters

A quarter till

A quarter after

            A quart low

            A dollar short

Up and aloft

To the top gallant

            Furl the sails

            Look alert

The Monitor and Merrimac

The Black Warrior

            The Crimean War

            So  civil

What Homer didn’t see

What the Trojans dreaded

            What Slieglemann found

            What Montainage wrote

What economics is for the conservative; politics is for the liberal

In a true democracy nothing should be done ‘for’ the people – Calvin Trilling – The Liberal Imagination, 1950 p101

Holy American Empire

            Exclaimed the Boy Wonder

Yee gads!, Batman

            Their wearing bed sheets

            On their heads

No Robin, those are turbans

But be careful, he said, it’s not PC

            To disparage someone

            Because of their religion

Golly right Batman. But if they

            Have turbines on their heads

Why do they have to hijack

            Airplanes?

Worldwide $900 billion is spent on sanctioned gambling (excluding financial speculation). In Britain more than three and a half times the combined amounts from capital gains and inheritance is earned by the government from gambling.

The use of the word ‘obvious’ indicates the absence of the logical argument – an attempt to convince the reader by asserting the truth of a statement just by saying it a little louder – Errol Morris – Believing is Seeing, 2011 p8

The nations, which have most actively championed Globalism, have the highest rates of growth in inequalities

Refugees from New Orleans (Katrina) – “Where you from?” “Right here, if being here for six months makes me from here.” “Sure, why not!”  “He’s from Texarkana,” she’s pointing at her husband.  “He is related to the bartender at that Italian restaurant on the lake, the one that President Clinton likes. That’s my favorite too,” she says with a drawl. She is working towards a degree in performing arts. Right now they are building traps for Leprechauns. He had looked them up on the Internet. “Are there a lot Leprechauns here?” “No, they are for a dance recital. Six year olds dressed in green and kicking up their heels.” She needs to entrap Leprechauns on stage. She says, “Today’s my birthday.” She has a friend. She is an artist too. She gives me her card. Her name is Smilie. Her partner she says is a blacksmith. He does knives. Smile tells me that on Saturday nights they have a jazz duo – accordion and tuba. She’s from Biloxi. Another refugee. You gotta visit Biloxi, she says. I assure her that I will. March Madness is under way. Syracuse is playing Georgetown. “I’m a DC man. Who you pulling for?” the guy on my left asks.

With the advent of photography, images were torn from the world, snatched from the fabric of reality, and enshrined as separate entities. They became more like dreams – Errol Morris – Believing is Seeing, 2011 p92

I had to walk four blocks. I waddled like a duck. When I got there, there was already someone at the urinal. I pushed in as soon as he had flushed. Hurry, man hurry, I was saying to myself, I really gotta go. And when he finished I apologized for pushing. “If you wait a moment I’ll get out of your way” he said. But I didn’t have a moment but that was not his concern. He felt put upon by the guy behind him dancing around holding his pecker. This was no time to get pissed. I mostly made it to the urinal. This is women’s night. I have a big wet spot. I sit on a stool at the bar. Three of the four monitors are tuned to “The Seventies Show”. One is on basketball. Now I don’t give a damn, but this is a sports bar. I refuse to sit here and watch a sit-com. The bartender has three margaritas and a grapefruit juice but can’t find the party to whom they go. Someone at the other end of the bar is celebrating his thirtieth birthday. What a kid. They have eggrolls. Free appetizers. A party?  Maybe birthday boy. I sneak over and grab one. Dave, the bartender said I could. I sneak because the front of my pants is still damp. Dave had tapped me on the shoulder and said, “I think it is open,” indicating the eggrolls at the end of the bar. “I already have helped myself” I say. “Thanks and I think I shall have another beer, Dave.”