Friday, May 30,
2014
“Don’t show a beaten dog a cane.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Virtuoso (a savant, one very learned or gifted
in an art)
His complete command of the piano
proved him to be a virtuoso.
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[ESL corrections were made.]
[Correction
from “fracture” to “fraction”.]
[One can tell that I’m an ESL adult because
I get close to English words but no potato, sometimes.]
I’ve got to figure out “worst” vs.
“worse”.
Hello.
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American Public School Education XXI
Consistency XX
American Public School Education begins with community.
What’s consistency?
Consistency is: steadiness, reliability, uniformity,
evenness, stability and regularity.
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[We’re not Gluttons for Punishment]
Part XI
Test
Scores: After all of the independent research we’ve done about test scores our
final verdict is in: Test Scores are worthless.
(I know, I know. Many people will
email to tell us off about this, however. Let’s face facts as they are not as
we wish them to be.)
There’s
no point in beating around the bush so let’s not.
We
can assume that not all tests are created equal.
Mainly computerized tests are scored
by computers that don’t understand the subtle intelligence of humans thus it’s
obvious to assume that most computer programs will throw out the highest and
lowest scores to come up with an average and that’s neither here nor there,
really.
Averages aren’t negative.
What’s negative about averages is more
precisely how one arrives at scoring students who happen to be much more modern
or advanced with the times than dusty old tests that regurgitate the same
answers year after year without ever taking into consideration the cheekiness
or humor or intelligence of students or their unique life experience or
background thus standardized tests are made for monotheistic (only one)
societies that don’t wish to average out complex multiple variables in the
overall standardized outcome that not all students are the same yet created
equal. (I know that translated.)
There’s something askew or wrong with
how computers compute averages especially when it comes to standardized tests
which are applied in the format of multiple choice.
What’s
multiple choice anyway?
Multiple
choice could be anything or all of the above.
Personal example: One of
the reasons why I tested poorly on standardized tests yet went through the roof
with abstract concepts is because I do grasp the more subtle complexities of
any given subject matter and that makes me highly intelligent not to mention
smart.
I like to analyze anything
down to the deep philosophical root of metaphysics or quantum mechanics of any
given proponents because it’s fun.
So, what does that mean?
Nothing.
It simply means that I
test poorly, however.
I’m smart enough to
re-write just about any test.
What does that mean?
Everything.
Why does it mean
everything?
It means everything
because it proves that the human brain is far more capable or smart then the
sums of any code or computer programming’s parts.
I know how to write code
therefore I realized early on that computer programs come with limitations and
can mainly think only as intelligently as their creators do.
I was taught to write
code in eighth grade and from DOS everything else is possible.
According to standardized tests most
likely there’s only one ‘correct’ answer and that happens to be the precise
definitive weakness in which only one ‘correct’ answer leads a computer program
to give out a higher score than that of
what could actually be possible in any given outcome because in multiple
choice answers there only seems to be one correct answer when in reality there
could be thousands of correct answers to any one given question.
In
other words standardized tests are like dumb kids.
Ignorant kids don’t know much, except what
they know thus they repeat themselves in dumb habits, behavioral patterns,
actions, words and deeds until the end of time because they don’t know any
better to do better or to think better or to evolve or advance or develop into
higher modes of communication or planes of thought or configurations or
whatever thus dumb kids litter and that makes them some of the creepiest kids
of our modern era.
Standardized tests are obsolete.
Outdated.
Old.
Dusty.
Incomprehensible to modern times.
Old models of performance that never
meant anything, anyway.
Standardized
tests ascribe to its written computer code without much variable for
complexities or impromptu answers that best match any particular individual’s
experience or real intelligence thus any human’s answers will vary because
humans are all alike yet uniquely their own to some extend yet not totally.
What I’m getting at is this:
Standardized tests are dumb.
Why are standardized tests dumb?
Standardized tests are dumb because
they lack insight into the profound genius and ability of the human brain.
There I said it.
It had to be written.
Finally.
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When
one desires to test how much or what types of information people comprehend
then have them write a one page essay, no more.
It’s tougher to write less than it is
to write more because then thoughts must be precisely well laid out when one
writes less than more.
When one’s capable to write about
anything at all then the more they can show or prove that they know what
they’re thinking or talking or writing about in an orderly and well laid out
fashion with a beginning (thesis) middle (body) and end (conclusion) then one’s
really in the game.
One can really test another’s ability
to convey what they know or what they’ve learned or understand to be or not.
Yes,
we believe in comprehensive homework assignments such as academic experiments
or essay writing to best gauge what any one student does or doesn’t understand
about any particular subject matter or topic of discussion.
Writing is a great way to gauge
(measure) how much or at what level of basic or complex comprehension level any
one student does convey what they’ve already learned thus far and how to best
apply it to daily life which is key.
It
doesn’t matter what the subject matter might be: Whether any one particular
student writes a one page essay about music appreciation or music theory or
scientific experiments or mathematics or design or architecture or describes
any type of visual imagery or the study of plant life and wildlife animals or
migratory or weather patterns or Earth science or dance or painting
appreciation or their favorite novels (book reports) or history or linguistics
or, or, or…
One thing’s for certain: Quickly it
becomes quite evidently obvious how much the brain of any one particular given
student understands what they comprehend to
be or not to be.
There’s
much to be said about cognitive brain function when one reads or writes.
When one reads or writes then one uses
a particular aspect of one’s brains that’s logic driven (or based) which leads
to further in depth analysis and consideration as well as capacity to further
learn more advanced theories or intricate abstract concepts about the many
basic academic theories there are in general.
Reading is about full awareness as to
what one comprehends.
Writing is about full awareness as to
what one more precisely thinks about what one comprehends.
Without reading one can’t become a
profound writer because thoughts formulate the more knowledge one gathers.
No
matter what happens: When it comes to writing it’s nearly impossible to bull
one’s way through a subject matter or topic of discussion because writing is
about clarity of mind and comprehensive measures.
One must convey what’s inside their
brains or bring about clarity to best communicate or clarify to a world at
large that one does indeed know or at least has a basic grasp or understanding
as to what it is that one writes so much as it is a true test of how much and
what types of knowledge one knows precisely or doesn’t.
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We
believe that the best way to test students is through teachers’ evaluations in
which each individual teacher does choose from many different aspects of cited
criteria to create their own evaluations.
Evaluations are out there: One can
look them up online.
For
example: if I were to create any teacher’s evaluation criteria for myself as a
teacher, per se, then I would first begin with an evaluation for attitude. (Any
type of attitude.)
I think the most important aspect to
learning is attitude.
With what frame of mind is the student
coming to the table to learn?
If a student constantly swears while
answering questions or doesn’t commit to short or long term projects or doesn’t
learn to give positive as well as negative constructive criticism to their
peer’s work then what aspect of learning must be further instilled into that
student’s developmental growth for them to become a better and more rounded-out
or well-developed thinker.
It
sounds like a lot of work but all it would take is an outlined graph to
generate this type of evaluation system for easy marking for any teacher’s
convenience.
It would be easier to grade progress
than regurgitated test answers or scores because ultimately what teaching is
all about is about how to best pull out each individual student’s potential no
matter where any given student’s level of productivity or knowledge or
intelligence is at.
No,
I wouldn’t care if any particular given student’s nature was naturally grouchy
or sour or bitter or unhappy so long as they were consistently respectful
because that’s a great ability as well as responsibility instilled in any
learner.
What if students were highly
intelligent but arrogant know-it-alls?
What if students were naturally
academically gifted but couldn’t get along with their peers?
Immediately, that type of student is
already lost and on a track towards failure.
It’s not enough to be intelligent yet not
learn the rules to decent or respectful behavior otherwise one gets more or
less thrown out of the game of life by their peers because their peers don’t
forget the haters from the participators and that doesn’t mean that one has to
be a cheerleader, it simply means that one has to take full self-responsibility
for their actions at all times.
Furthermore,
an evaluation checklist could be as followed:
A.
This is an actual evaluation example
from high school sophomore year for a written report:
Evaluation Checklist: Possible Points
Points earned
Met all chapter deadlines 1 2 3 4 5 6
Met final-draft deadline
Made good use of workshop time
Attractive title page
Neat and useful illustrations, maps,
etc.
At least 3 different genres (2-poem limit)
Required length
Content:
Clear
and compelling
Thoughtful,
descriptive, insightful
Each chapter appropriately titled
Neatly typed and error-free
(Moving
on. I couldn’t figure out the column spacing.)
B.
This is another actual evaluation
example from high school senior year for an Independent Research Project
Proposal:
1.
Purpose: Describe your proposal. What
do you want to do?
2.
Why is this project important to you?
3.
List your goal(s) for this project
(ex. I want to become socially and politically aware)
4.
What will the final product look like?
5.
What materials, sources and equipment
will you need? Where will you work on this project?
6.
How will you share what you have
learned with your classmates?
C.
This is another actual evaluation
example from college freshman year honors exposition 101:
1.
Look closely in your textbooks at
p.301, para. 1, the part where Jung describes the behavior of the man in
marriage: How does this argument fit into the theoretical framework offered to
us by Robin Morgan as an explanation for why men are so violent?
2.
In his essay, (p.304 e.g.) Jung refers
to the personal as female, as a “her” we need to know better: in your expert
opinion, is he using the female referent in the same manner as Thoreau and
Machiavelli? Or does his use of the female rather have a positive meaning in
this essay?
3.
Examine the cartoon we gave you very
closely: how would Freud respond to the woman’s claim? How would Jung? Who is
most likely to find the cartoon funny?
For Thursday, Oct. 24
1.
Read the Communist Manifesto by Marx:
he speaks of the bourgeois institution of marriage as a system of legalized
prostitution. Why?
2.
Given his remarks about the family, do
you think that Marx would agree with Rousseau’s comments about the family being
the first and only natural form of society? According to Marx, why did the
modern version of the family evolve?
3.
P.175, paragraph 2: what do Marx’s
remarks about unskilled labor reveal about his unconscious attitudes regarding females?
Does he mean to be denigrating? Or is he merely using the inevitable lingo of
his culture?
Complex questions either forces one to
do our thorough reading and answer difficult yet important questions or one
gets lost and wanders off without the ability to learn a most valuable skill;
how to answer literary questions and make sense at the same time.
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There’re
many excellent types of intelligent and smart evaluations.
Yes,
I’m grateful that some of the smarter teachers and professors I ever held the
great honor to be taught by them were great thinkers and ahead of the curve
thus they only performed evaluations.
Due to these excellent teachers and
administrators I’m a success today. They made me. I didn’t get here on my own.
Due to of their ingenuity and respect
for their field of expertise as well as high regard for my learning that I was
evaluated in the ability to use my strong thinking capacity as any other great
thinker does know how to make the world a better and safer place rather than
regurgitate answers for the sake of it.
It was excellent and thoughtful
teachers who helped me develop a strong sense of just how intelligent and smart
I can be because standardized tests are a poor way to measure just how
intelligent any one given individual truly is.
For
example: Instead of writing-in the ‘correct’ answers to each SAT question I sat
through the entire test period and re-wrote every single question to be more
ESL friendly as well as made thorough notes as to what was wrong with the
wording of the SAT and what didn’t make sense and what was outdated and what
was flat out wrong.
The phone rang for weeks.
The computer program flunked me while
private elite colleges called up to ask me to please apply to their schools.
These beautiful and elite private institutions offered scholarships to have me
attend their colleges yet I respectfully declined because my heart was set on
only one school.
I got accepted to the one and only
college I applied to which was the only school I wanted to go to in the first
place so that I could fish on the banks of the Merrimack River (which I had too
much school work thus I not once got to fish).
(Whew, I got accepted otherwise I
don’t know what I would’ve done next. Nothing, I suppose. I might’ve jumped
trains from Boston to California and back again with an 8mm camera.)
Elite
private institutions aren’t stupid.
A
bit pompous, perhaps, but not dumb.
Elite private institutions are constantly
on the lookout for the next Einstein or da Vinci or Hemmingway or you or smart
and intelligent and kind-spirited folk who lookout for the better interests of
their fellow human beings or those who desire only to contribute in ways that
will make others lives just a little bit better and that’s the type of people
who are natural born leaders no matter how meek or shy they might seem when
they first set out on the road to life, development, growth and age and
ultimate death.
For any teacher to fully understand
how much their students comprehend then a great system of evaluation must first
be set in place to best honor students’ comprehensive aptitude and multiple
choice is not that.
Best Regards;
Gabriel
Word Count Goal: 3,507
Word Count: 3,778 + surplus of 493 =
4,271
Total Word Count thus far this week:
10,000
*) Day
#100 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.
Footnotes:
*) Really,
a neck massage will help out sinuses?
Okay.
As of this spring 2014, we’ve been
dealing with the worst sinus infections and headaches. It’s been our worst year
ever for allergies. I feel that I’ve got sand stuck in my eyeballs.
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*) No,
no, no.
One doesn’t bathe in their filth.
First, one takes a proper shower standing
up then one takes a bath for relaxation.
Epsom salts helps to keep the human
body regular (pass a daily bowel movement) which is a great thing.
Even if one were to only soak their
feet in Epsom salts then that’s enough to soak into the skin and make one
regular without having to take a full bath.
Relax and enjoy hygiene time.
(Wink, wink.)
(You guys are cute.)
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*) Yesterday
morning we found out that Mr. Bill Maher will be in town tonight at the State
Theatre.
We welcome Mr. Bill Maher to
Minneapolis.
Good luck and break a leg.
Give ‘em hell.
We’re disappointed that we shan’t make
Mr. Maher’s live performance. Next time. (No, don’t worry we’re not stalkers.)
We simply enjoy his work.
Nevertheless,
we’re too old (wink, wink) and tired to run around and meet famous people that
we don’t know unless it’s through work and we’re properly introduced by the
powers that be.
Our
week was fast and furious.
Yes,
because we work in the entertainment industry we receive updated feeds as to
which famous people come through town, however, we’re too busy to look over the
updates because we live under a rock embedded into a hillside and work much too
hard so we’re too tired to do much of anything else most of the time when we
relax.
Yes,
we meet famous people much of the time nevertheless normally it happens
serendipitously when we go to purchase gum or sit down to take a break or some
mundane task.
It seems that there’s something about
us that says: “They’re safe people to ask questions.”
Normally,
famous people begin to speak with us. We respond in kind to their tourist
questions even though I have no idea who anyone famous is or looks like.
We don’t go out of our way to meet
famous people because we don’t. Why would we? We wouldn’t. We live worlds
apart. We’re engineering nerds. We don’t care about fame.
We care about renewable resources and
how to generate a self propelling engine run without oil or the latest factual
scientific research or this and that or the weather or migratory patterns or
non-genetically modified foods and recipes.
Plus,
the one and only famous person I ever wanted to meet had their entire staff and
stagehands and riggers beg me to run far-far away because that famous person is
considered mean and terrible to their staff (thank you.)
It’s good that we’re behind-the-scenes
professionals and that we have firsthand information to our disposal about how
cruel some famous people can be to their staff thus if we were ever so much inclined as to actually care to meet anyone
famous then all we do is pick up the phone and ask other professionals in the
business what they earnestly think because other behind-the-scenes
professionals will tell us the truth and say: “It’s not worth it.” (Okay.
Thanks.)
We stay home and build a bonfire.
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*) Yes,
I’m stalling.
My
Father told me, “‘don’t assume anything about other people. If you do assume
the worst then first assume that they have a medical condition or possibly mental
illness or lastly they’re either drunk or high.’” (Okay.)
On a serious personal note: I’ve once
again have begun to hemorrhage for the past four weeks. When that happens, the
loss of blood is immensely terrifying because there’s so much of it.
If or when I sway back and forth it
isn’t because I’m drunk. It’s because I feel as though I might pass out and hit
the pavement.
I
know that I must go back to specialists and go through another series of MRI
and ultrasound tests to possibly confirm what I already know yet don’t want to
hear: Most likely I’ll need a third operation for the third time in three
years: Most likely I’ll need to have more tumors removed.
No,
I haven’t passed out yet. (Thank goodness.)
I
realize that I must look drunk to others, however.
If
at any time someone sees me face down for more than five minutes on the
sidewalk or in our front yard with the dog leash strapped to my wrist then
please call an ambulance immediately before my dog thinks I’m dead and starts
to eat my face. (A bad joke.)
Don’t
assume anything about people.
Suffering
is a part of life.
I can only wish that things were
differently with my health, however.
They aren’t.
Yesterday
I stopped hemorrhaging for the first time in four weeks so I celebrated by
taking myself out for my first skateboard ride of the year. Those eighteen
minutes were delicious and free.
Today, I began to hemorrhage once
more.
What’s a girl to do but to drink her weird
non-sugar vegan soda and try and not worry too much about her health?
I feel tired deep down to the bare
bone.
Health’s everything.
I’m racing against the clock to write
as much as I can in the decades to come.
Already once cancer came knocking at
my door at the tender age of twenty-two (22-23) so I know it’s going to catch
up with me at some point, sooner or later. Once, one has cell damage then good
luck: “One Foot In The Grave.”
The facts of life.
You never know, I might get to live to
be one hundred and twenty (120).
No, I don’t need anyone’s pity.
I’m quite a happy human.
I’ve never been happier in my life as
I am today.
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*)
Yes, yesterday afternoon I took off my t-shirt right in front of our private
study window which faces our backyard.
No, I wasn’t drunk, simply, too, lazy
to get up and close the blinds or go into another room while I made
measurements to my t-shirt.
It shan’t happen again.
It shan’t.
Plus, my sports bra looks more like a
bikini top, anyway.
Big deal especially while inside our
private home.
I figured the overgrowth out in our
backyard would cover our window yet I guessed wrong.
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*) I’ve fallen in love with a show
called: “Waiting for God.”
No, not “Waiting for Godot.”
*) My favorite show in the entire
world right now: “Da Vinci’s Demons.”
Thursday, May 29,
2014
“The camel wanted horns--so they took
away his ears.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Ordinance (a decree or direction by government)
A city ordinance forbids
littering on any street.
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[Corrections were made.]
Hello.
***
American Public School Education XXI
Consistency XX
American
Public School Education begins with community.
What’s
consistency?
Consistency is: steadiness, reliability, uniformity,
evenness, stability and regularity.
****
[We’re not Gluttons for Punishment]
Part XI
Tomorrow:
Test Scores:
Best Regards;
Gabriel
Word Count Goal: 2,000
Word Count: 1,257 + Surplus 743 =
2,000
Word Count Surplus thus far this week:
493
*) Day
#99 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.
Footnotes:
*) What
a morning it was already! We spent an hour picking up garbage around our block
and at “Manor Park.”
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*) This
morning we were ever so rudely awoken by our inconsiderate neighbor across the
street and one house over who mindlessly and selfishly mowed his lawn at 7:30
A.M.
Other neighbors also stepped outside
to see who it was that mowed their lawn at such a Godforsaken hour of the
morning and wondered what on Earth was wrong with our one jock neighbor who
screams at the top of his lungs “Score!” whenever he leaves his living room
windows completely wide open (facing the street) while he watches sports just
so that everyone on the block realizes that he’s the boneheaded jock with
broken dreams.
He thinks he’s cool. What he doesn’t
understand is that we actually know professional sports athletes. (Whatever…)
He’s also the angry neighbor who
drives into our neighborhood street at forty miles per hour. We’re waiting for
him to hit and kill a neighborhood child or adult. Why he’s so angry is beyond
me.
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*) At
noon when I lunched at Bluestem in uptown with my Roseville, Minneapolis aunt, who
worked for thirty years as a social worker for Hennepin County, she said that
that’s one inconsiderate neighbor. I couldn’t agree more.
She said that unspoken social
contracts dictate that people not mow their lawn before nine in the morning
(9:00 A.M.) otherwise any neighbor that mows before that time is rude or
inconsiderate or a drunk who can’t pick up on subtle social cues.
No mowing lawns before nine in the
morning. (Thank you.)
Okay.
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*) Now,
we purchased six (6) Large Petite (Made in Cambodia) Soft-Vintage Crew Neck
tees from Old Navy’s online store about two or three weeks ago.
When these tees first arrived in the
mail I barely looked them over and tried on the first three t-shirts from the
pile and figured that they were alright. (What a mistake that was.)
This
morning when I looked for a clean t-shirt to wear I realized that one tee was
too long, all the way down to my thighs, and the other tee was too short, all
the way up to my navel, and the pink tee had a hole in it which is neither here
nor there because that could’ve happened in our washing machine, here at home.
Thus, we purchased three (3) good
t-shirts instead of six (6) for $51.00 dollars. (Bummer.)
Ultimately, we paid seventeen dollars
each ($17.00) for three good t-shirts and that’s a ridiculous price anyway one
looks at it.
Since
I already took the sales tags off of the six tees then all I can do is pack up
two and give them away and use one for dusting rags.
It’s
my fault.
I ought to have tried on all six Large
Petite t-shirts and made sure that they properly fit before I cut off the tags
and threw these tees in the wash without making sure they were kosher to begin
with.
Now, we must purchase another six
Soft-Vintage Crew Neck tees and make sure that they’re sublime like the first
three tees in the pile.
Important
Notes:
I
just measured myself twice: From the middle of my armpit to my hip bone (which
is how long I like my t-shirts to fit).
The exact length measurement came out
to fifteen inches (15”). (Give or take a fraction of an inch since I measured
myself.)
From the middle of my armpit to my
waist the measurement is exactly eight and a half inches (8.5”). (Give or take
a fraction of an inch since I measured myself.)
Across the bottom the best fit for a Large Petite tee
appears to be twenty-one and a half to twenty-two inches 21½”-22”) without
measuring the full circumference.
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I’m
only giving out these personal measurements because on average I’m supposed to
be the quintessential petite American woman size 10 at 5’2” and ¾ at 150
pounds.
However, I’m not made of fat.
I’m pure athletic muscle with a little
bit of fat around my stomach that I like to hide as much as possible. (Thank you
very much.)
What can I say?
I’m a woman.
My
bust measures less than thirty-six inches (36”) nevertheless I like to wear my
t-shirts at thirty-eight or thirty-nine inches (38”-39”) (sometimes even forty
inches (40”) because the only braziers I wear are sports bras (with dainty thin
straps) hence sports bras don’t hurt my back with a petite frame and full
bust).
However, sports bras tend to fit
differently than regular painful underwire bras do which I refuse to wear
because such bras dig into my ribcage.
Modern high tech sports bras are
exquisite in every aspect yet one must leave subtle yet enough room in the
front for a comfortable fit because sports bras tend to hold everything ‘center
stage front’. (Ha!) (Forwards and upward.)
Correctly fitted tees fit loose and
comfortably like my skin does except better because these Soft-Vintage tees are
the softest t-shirts I’ve ever worn and that’s because I found out that they’re
100% recycled material (thank you.)
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One
of the Large Petite Soft-Vintage Crew Neck tees looks like a tent and wears
like a tent, measures over eighteen and a half inches (18.5”) long in length
from armpit to thigh.
Across the bottom this t-shirt
measures the length of over twenty-two and a half inches (22.5”) around the
thighs without measuring the full circumference.
(Twenty-one inches across looks great
at the hips, however, not on the thighs.)
Women
aren’t Liberty Bells.
We’re
women.
I
refuse to wear this ridiculously long and Large Petite t-shirt because I’m not
a 1970’s teenager in an oversized t-shirt trying to hide a pubescent body.
The
other Large Petite Soft-Vintage Crew Neck tee that looks like a cupid doll
ought to wear it, measures thirteen inches (13”) long in length from armpit to
navel.
Across the bottom this t-shirt measures the length of
nineteen inches (19”) without measuring the full circumference.
Cambodia,
what happened?
No
need to panic.
No
need to punish anyone.
Come
on!
We’ve
got work to do.
Let’s
get started with our morning exercises, a good breakfast and make sure that
workers get breaks and good salaries otherwise their fatigue begins to show in
their work. (I’m grateful for the effort. I really am.)
The last real great comfort Americans
really look forward to: Well made t-shirts that say: “We love American private
citizens and civilians especially when their Congress hates them.”
Thank you, Cambodia.
Your efforts don’t go unnoticed.
The
following fantastic tee: Old Navy: Petite Large:
Soft-Vintage
Crew Neck tee:
Large
160/100A: (Made in Cambodia)
53%
Polyester, 35% Cotton, 12% Rayon
(Thank
you. It’s so fabulous I can’t explain it to you.)
I
got three good tees out of it.
898364-06-1 4005
F04
SS
TRI-BLEND CHARCOAL
V/700057360
SP14
11-12/13
Recycled
(100%)
The
arms and shoulders and collar beautifully fit.
Wow!
Wednesday, May 28,
2014
“An ox doesn’t know his own strength.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Hallmark (a mark establishing fine quality)
An association with that outstanding
organization is the hallmark of success.
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Hello.
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American Public School Education XX
Consistency XIX
American
Public School Education begins with community.
What’s
consistency?
Consistency is: steadiness, reliability, uniformity,
evenness, stability and regularity.
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[We’re not Gluttons for Punishment]
Part X
My
personal verdict is still out about homework.
Not
to sound, too, old fashion, however.
On average, per night, I used to put
in about four to six hours of homework and that was about fifteen years ago.
Not to mention that I used to also put
in studio hours at the darkroom and watched films for film analysis which can
be exhausting work then wrote twenty page papers about each particular film at
any one given time per week.
My
high school work and regiment was no different than college because I attended
high achieving schools in which when one chose their particular path then they
could walk it yet when one wanted to overachieve then one could do so thus they
could go on and achieve without limitation so that later on one is able to get
paid ‘the big bucks’ which eventually does pay off.
More importantly than the big bucks I
carved out a little niche for myself in the world.
I do exactly what I ought to have been
doing fourteen years ago which is to write yet that’s neither here nor there.
I spent thirteen years in the field of
documentary filmmaking. It wasn’t a total waste of time, however. I ought to
have been at home writing and prepping for a life as an author.
Although,
documentary field work is a lot of notation and note taking and documentation
(lots of writing) I was writing quite a bit just not the type of writing I
ought to have been doing all along like scribing a blog or novel writing or
screenplay writing yet again that’s neither here nor there because we know
exactly how newsrooms are run and how independent documentary films are
produced and we can make films in our sleep.
We can.
We’ve proven that we can make
educational and entertaining full length features on thirty-thousand dollars
each.
Our test audience told us that our
films were some of the quickest documentaries they’ve ever sat through and that
they not once got bored.
The
only reason why I work from home is because I’m disciplined well enough to pump
out work all on my own only because I used to do four hours or more of homework
per night.
And, no, we’re not starving artists.
We have a private international clientele roster as well as private investors.
We’re neither dumb nor lazy although I’d rather curl up with a novel and a cup
of tea. However, we’ve got work up to our eyeballs for the next decade.
Homework
taught me to be a better reader and not only to regurgitate what teachers
expected of me or fill in the ‘right’ answer from the back of the book.
Homework taught me to actually and
intimately understand and comprehend what I read which has lead me to make
precise and excellent analysis when corporations or private individuals send us
their portfolios to read and look over and scrutinize any bit of detail.
We’re lucky enough that people will
trust us by sending us so much as their finance portfolios to look over even
though their hedge fund managers or stock brokers already did.
People want to make sure that
someone’s in their corner and can and does and will scrutinize the story behind
what such numbers might say.
Even
though we’re independent analytical contractors we wear a lot of different hats
because we’re engineers by trade and analytical by nature.
We’re lucky enough that some of the
most successful media producers in the world send us their work for analysis.
We’re not only stay-at-home literary
writers or editors or code (programming) writers, we’re also people highly
priced for our analysis in our field of expertise.
Eric’s
an official expert in his field of work which is broadcast engineering. I’m on
my way to becoming an expert in my field of literary work within the next six
years. (I’m so close I can almost taste it.)
Both Eric and I were valedictorians of
our high school class. Both Eric and I achieved beyond our alma mater college.
By the time Eric was in his late teens he was the director of a newsroom.
By the time I was in my mid-twenties I
was riding in the back of limos to film shoots.
We’ve been around the block.
The only way we got around the block
is by being great students.
We kept our head down and studied,
minded our own business and did as well as we could with some limited resources
we had, yet we triumphed.
*****
None
of this writing is about us.
This
writing is for you and about you.
This
writing is for you to understand that much of life’s success and happiness and
consistency comes from homework because when one doesn’t understand much less
know anything about history or governance or psychology or reading or
comprehension or linguistics or factual science or mathematics then one doesn’t
know and it shows to those who do know the difference and can and will make
sound judgments about signing you on to a career or not.
In
my early twenties I used to get passed up for promotions because my bosses used
to give me the line: “You’re overqualified for this position.”
The more other uneducated adults kept
telling me that I was “too smart” or “too good” at my work then the more I
understood how under qualified they were at their work therefore they couldn’t
afford to have someone like me outperform them because then they would’ve been
out of a job and out in the streets.
It seemed okay with high school
dropouts that I starve on $6.18 an hour without health benefits while I labored
in a newsroom but it wasn’t okay for high school dropouts to starve therefore
they kept hiring more high school dropouts to do the work of more qualified and
intelligent people like producing and such.
The dichotomy was a disdainful one yet
it was I who landed a business loan at the age of twenty-five (2002) and
started a humble ‘rice and beans’ film production company on peanuts with only
one designer computer with a fire-wire and a decent GL2 camera and that was
that.
At
that time, even my peers made fun of me and said this: “You’re just some little
girl with a computer, a camera and a large dream.” True.
My peers used to put me down for
wanting to get something started and now. I don’t even own a camera or a
computer. (Funny how technology moves along?)
Now I own a cell phone and that’s how
business gets conducted with a small-light tablet and that’s that. Conducting
business today requires less equipment than when I first started in this
business in 2000.
*****
The whole point is this: When one’s done
enough reading in their youth they will still require life experience and
that’s what one’s twenties are about.
Normally in one’s twenties coworkers
and other more uneducated or catty peers will undermine one’s great ability to
succeed or persevere.
The more one gets undermined then the
more power others can see in you.
Other more jealous or envious or
intimidated peers or coworkers realize that whatever they do, you can still do
it better than they can without breaking a sweat and that terrifies them
therefore they’ll try to sabotage anyone who’s naturally gifted and also well
educated by taking them out.
One’s
thirties is about robust and intricate understanding of one’s limitations of
power yet respectfully soar the skies because in one’s twenties one had to
possibly obey a certain type of social or work structure and probably got
kicked in the face time-and-time again by haters regardless of such atrocities,
thoughtful and intelligent and gifted people understand how consistently
homework gets done like muscle memory and those tend to be the types of people
who ultimately shine and go on to build successful businesses or climb that
corporate ladder of success or find a cure for AIDS because no one’s going to
let a diamond in the rough sit there unpolished when it could be making the
boss millions of dollars just because every other high school dropout tends to
play silly social games of perpetual insecurity.
An unpolished stone is bound to be
discovered because normally those are the nerdy and quiet yet polite and kindly
intelligent thinking folks who are consistently thinking about how to best
serve their fellow human beings instead of making bucket loads of money,
nevertheless, they, too, will eventually end up running any company needless to
say that they first learn how any company is run because they understand that
protocol and operations are just as important as the bottom line.
What
one must understand is that homework is muscle memory.
When one doesn’t put in practice time
out in the field then one doesn’t become a decent or good athlete, no matter
how much they wish they could make the team.
When one doesn’t put in homework time
then one doesn’t become a good thinker, no matter how much they wish they could
find a cure for the AIDS virus or cancer.
When one doesn’t put in their practice
or homework time then one doesn’t develop the necessary skills to become decent
or good or great or excellent at whatever they wish to excel at.
When one doesn’t put in practice time
by studying any articulate instrument then one doesn’t become first or second
or third chair, no matter how much they wish they could be first chair.
It’s nearly impossible to achieve
anything worthwhile without muscle memory, no matter how much parents may
excuse away homework simply because parents are too tired or frustrated or
bored or irritated by having to help out their children with complex and modern
homework assignments.
Homework
is to learn the essence of comprehension.
Without comprehension one doesn’t
become a professional basketball or baseball player or world renowned concert
pianist or violinist or rock star or doctor or scientific researcher or blogger
or entrepreneur.
And, if one does happen to become
world renowned without any work behind it then most likely it doesn’t take much
time to realize that that individual often gets stuck on one note and can’t
play a variety of bars hence they stagnate and get lost in the annals of
history to be forgotten forever because they cut corners and cheated and everybody
got sick of their same output which is a sign of mediocrity, anyway, however.
Mediocrity well done is a great way to
disguise the inferior intellect of those who are too lazy to give it an earnest
shot.
My final point: we don’t want to see our
country’s productivity or bottom line or creativity fail, down the road, simply
and only, because today’s parents got, too, lazy about homework or because it
was too difficult for parents to figure out. Nope.
Best Regards;
Gabriel
Word Count Goal: 2,000
Word Count: 2,136
Word Count Surplus thus far this week:
1,237
*) Day
#98 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.
Footnotes:
Yes,
I’ll blog on Wednesday, June 4, 2014 about Veterans.
Yes,
I’ll blog on Friday June 6, 2014 and give my annual commencement address to the
class of 2014 since our readers keep asking for one. (Not because I think I’m
amazing at it. However, I find it important to do so.)
Yes, I try and wait to be one of the
last people to write a yearly commencement speech so that I don’t impede upon
other official commencement addresses since my speeches are so unorthodox yet
about real life since I deal with real life and ‘out of the box’ of academic
ideology.
Yes,
I’ll take a three month hiatus from this blog to either write one full complete
novel six hundred pages (600 pages) (10 pages per day, 2,000 words per day,
five times per week for twelve (12) weeks) or to write one screenplay every two
weeks with a total of six screenplays (6) by the end of August 2014. (I haven’t
decided which project I’ll undertake yet.)
I’ll continue to write throughout the
summer because my literary idol Mr. Stephen King writes every single day of the
year even on his birthday and Christmas therefore I’ll follow in his footsteps although
my private novel writing and screenplay writing are awful, I tend to keep those
literary works hidden from the public until I get better at my craft.
Yes,
I’ll return to this blog on Monday, September 8, 2014.
Tuesday, May 27,
2014
“If a horse realized how small a man
is,
it would trample him at once.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Paragon (model, finest example of)
Hamlet said that his father was a paragon
of kings.
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[Corrections were made.]
Hello.
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American Public School Education XIX
Consistency XVIII
American
Public School Education begins with community.
What’s
consistency?
Consistency is: steadiness, reliability, uniformity,
evenness, stability and regularity.
****
[We’re not Gluttons for Punishment]
Part IX
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From ‘Moyers & Company’ Website
May 5, 2014
By Joshua Holland
Charter school
operators want to have it both ways. When they’re answering critics of school
privatization, they say charter schools are public — they use public funds and
provide students with a tuition-free education. But when it comes to
transparency, they insist they have the same rights to privacy as any other
private enterprise.
But a report
released Monday by Integrity in Education and the Center for Popular Democracy
— two groups that oppose school privatization – presents evidence that
inadequate oversight of the charter school industry hurts both kids and
taxpayers.
Sabrina Joy
Stevens, executive director of Integrity in Education, told BillMoyers.com,
“Our report shows that over $100 million has been lost to fraud and abuse in
the charter industry, because there is virtually no proactive oversight system
in place to thwart unscrupulous or incompetent charter operators before they
cheat the public.” The actual amount of fraud and abuse the report uncovered
totaled $136 million, and that was just in the 15 states they studied.
Diane
Ravitch on school privatization.
According to
the study, fraud and mismanagement of charter schools fall into six categories:
◾Charter
operators using public funds illegally — outright embezzlement
◾Using tax
dollars to illegally support other, non-educational businesses
◾Mismanagement
that put children in potential danger
◾Charters
illegally taking public dollars for services they didn’t provide
◾Charter
operators inflating their enrollment numbers to boost revenues
◾General
mismanagement of public funds
The report
looks at problems in each of the 15 states it covers, with dozens of case
studies. In some instances, charter operators used tax dollars to prop up side
businesses like restaurants and health food stores — even a failing apartment
complex.
The report’s
authors note that, “where there is little oversight, and lots of public dollars
available, there are incentives for ethically challenged charter operators to
charge for services that were never provided.” They cite the example of the
Cato School of Reason Charter School in California, which, despite its
libertarian name, collected millions of tax dollars by registering students who
actually attended private schools in the area.
Perhaps the
most troubling examples of mismanagement were those the report says actually
put kids in danger:
Many of the
cases involved charter schools neglecting to ensure a safe environment for
their students. For example, Ohio’s State Superintendent of Public Instruction,
Dr. Richard A. Ross, was forced to shut down two charter schools, The Talented
Tenth Leadership Academy for Boys Charter School and The Talented Tenth
Leadership Academy for Girls Charter School, because, according to Ross, “They
did not ensure the safety of the students, they did not adequately feed the
students, they did not accurately track the students and they were not
educating the students well. It is unacceptable and intolerable that a sponsor
and school would do such a poor job. It is an educational travesty.”
Integrity in
Education and the Center for Popular Democracy aren’t the first to warn of
problems plaguing an under-regulated industry fueled by billions of tax
dollars. A 2010 report to Congress by the Department of Education’s Inspector
General’s office warned of the agency’s “concern about vulnerabilities in the
oversight of charter schools” in light of “a steady increase in the number of
charter school complaints.” It blamed regulators’ failure “to provide adequate
oversight needed to ensure that Federal funds [were] properly used and
accounted for.”
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Furthermore from the actual report
Charter Operators Using Public Funds Illegally For Personal Gain
The most
pervasive type of charter fraud and mismanagement that we found in our survey is
the illegal practice of charter operators using public funds for personal gain.
Examples include:
Masai
Skiefs, former CEO of the Harambee Institute of Science Technology Charter
School in Pennsylvania, who pled guilty to stealing $88,000 for various purposes,
including a down payment on a house;
William and
Shirley Pierce, former operators of Right Step Academy Charter School in Minnesota,
who were sentenced to 37 and 30 months in federal prison, respectively, for using
public dollars for a Caribbean cruise vacation, $17,561.87 to pay off personal
credit card debt, and $11,125.00 to purchase season tickets to the Minnesota
Timberwolves, among other things;
Joel
Pourier, former CEO of Oh Day Aki Heart Charter School in Minnesota, who
embezzled $1.38 million from 2003 to 2008. He used the money on houses, cars,
and trips to strip clubs. Meanwhile, according to an article in the Minneapolis
Star Tribune, the school “lacked funds for field trips, supplies, computers and
textbooks.” A judge sentenced Mr. Pourier to 10 years in prison. Given the
number of years, and the severity of the fraud, over a million dollars might
have been saved had there been adequate charter oversight.
To prevent
this type of fraud from occurring, there are a number of steps lawmakers can
take. For example, charter school governing boards should be required to
include representation from the school’s educators and parents, and relatives
of school administrators or anyone associated with a charter management company
should be barred from serving on a school’s governing board. Schools should
also be required to have internal financial controls that are considered best
practices in non-profit management, to insure internal oversight of
expenditures. Local or state charter school authorizers should be funded and
required to ensure that these controls are in place. Appendix A of this report
includes excerpts from source documents which detail the various ways charter
operators have used charter funds for personal gain.
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Disclaimer: [No, I don’t get paid to write
opinion pieces to persuade the public into further buying more newspapers or to
sway the public into giving away their educational public funds to private
institutions in the form of charter schools.
I whole heartedly give my opinion so
that the public doesn’t get duped into ridiculous aspects of thought or reason
or warped logic that only hopes to deceive them by writing feel good opinion
pieces yet rob them blind under the table. (As if.)
My job as a blue blood and as steward
of these lands is to make sure that our people don’t become serfs to any sneaky
or hidden private corporate agendas because we toil the land from sunup to
sundown. We work much, too, hard to have our public funds stolen from right
under our nose.]
*****
Yes,
we’re against charter schools because charter schools are run by hedge fund
bankers who are out to make profit or personal gain for themselves rather than
to generate money that might’ve gone towards further public education in local
communities.
Yes,
we’re against charter schools because charter schools’ test scores are actually
worse than those of public schools.
Yes,
we’re against charter schools because charter schools are run more like bank
institutions rather than public educational systems those which care about the
overall welfare of our children’s future educational success.
Yes,
we’re against charter schools because their propaganda campaigns are
manipulative and deceptive and that’s simply an insane structural system that
one must not buy into otherwise one helps “the man” help himself to public
funds.
Yes,
we’re against charter schools because there’s too much lying going on about
what exactly charter schools do without explaining to the public that charter
schools are mini-banks for the wealthy to stuff themselves silly on.
Charter schools are ATMs for the rich
that manipulate their way into having public funds backup their economically
bloated lifestyles while charter school children aren’t necessarily taught as
well as their public school counterparts are and test scores indicate that.
Yes,
we’re against charter schools because while American children go without
resources or adequate school lunches then bankers get fat rich off of our
children’s public funds.
No,
our future children shan’t attend online charter school because online charter
schools are schools that pushes for parents to do all of the work just like
home-schooling does and that will not do.
It’s not good enough to allow for
charter schools to rob the public blind by having parents do all of the work
and pay all the money.
No
matter how socially inept any child or youth may be, one of the best things,
that can ever happen to youth is to learn early on, that the world is a tough
place, and that they must be resilient to its cruelties or difficulties or
injustices.
Otherwise children learn that when
they escape their lives and run and hide behind mommy’s skirt then they’ll
develop delusional thinking that everything will be okay when they hide from
the world yet these types of children miss out on some of the most essential
and vital aspects of learning such as social structures and social complexities
and excellent decision making while in confrontation amongst peers.
Such complexities can’t be taught at
home behind mommy’s skirt or on a computer. No, it’s impossible. Only peers can
teach their peers how to best handle bullies or disrespectful abusive
personality types who try to manipulate others by sheer force or emotional
brutality.
No,
children ought not to be home-schooled or attend online charter schools because
most of these types of children are awkward or queer (weird or creepy) or socially
inept or ‘retarded’ or uncomfortable to be around because they can’t seem to
pick up on subtle social cues.
No, children ought not to be
home-schooled or attend online charter schools because no matter how much any
parent may deceive themselves, no parent can provide or give their children
everything that that child needs to be fully equipped and armed with social and
educational knowledge.
Parents fail their children when their
children get home-schooled or attend online charter schools simply because
while any youths’ brains develops they must get exposed to as many different
types of cultural experiences and complexities and variables and difficulties
as possible so that they may learn to make great decisions on their own
otherwise the world will eat them whole as adults who can’t seem to maneuver a
‘dog-eat-dog world’.
******
If
one’s child or youth attends charter schools then one ought to reconsider
placing their children or youth back into public education because that’s any
parent’s responsibility or duty to do well by their community especially their
children who are part of any hardworking and upstanding community such as ours.
When parents send their children or
youth off to charter schools then not only do parents cheat the public out of
their taxes as well as parents also cheat their children out of better
education and higher test scores because with charter schools there’s no
transparency about how funds are used therefore no one cares if children have
textbooks or not. (Pity.)
Yes,
public schools get a bad reputation yet that’s also propaganda from many
different corporate interests that do steal public funds from public
institutions and disperse such funds back into corporate interests such as
charter school owners or bankers.
*******
In
2005, the moment I attended a trailer trash and rich Bourgeois drunken cocaine snorting capitalist
summer party I realized what charter schools were all about in Minnesota.
Stealing money from the public.
A group of drunken trailer trash
fraternity brothers in their mid twenties sat me down at an outdoor private
backyard bar decorated in Hawaiian décor and aggressively poked me in the
forearm and shoulder while they reiterated their finer points about wealth in
America like I don’t know the difference. (Please.)
(Minnesota white trash rich
holds 1980’s “Dallas” television concepts about what they think wealth and
luxury is, which when one thinks about it, “Dallas” looks cheap to anyone who
knows the value of true wealth or luxury.
However, many don’t understand
that a BMW or a McMansion with thin walls or terribly built homes aren’t considered any type of real
wealth.
They seem to think that wealth
is only riches.
There’s a major difference
between wealth vs. riches.
When one doesn’t know wealth:
Once they get a hold of a little bit of money then they tend to flaunt it
because they think they’re rich and they’ve made it, however.
They don’t get the concept of
wealth and connections going as far back as 1066. The concept’s too difficult
for them to understand because they don’t know in the same way that most people
don’t understand what eighty mil (80 million) looks like.)
While
drunk fraternity brothers spoke at top octave and spit into my drink, I dug in
my heels and sat there while they thoroughly explained to me how exactly they
were going to get filthy rich off of the public by stealing public educational
funds and transferring such funds into charter schools in which no one ever
checked to see what happened to all of that money therefore it was there for
the taking and they were going to take it because the public was too stupid to
understand anything about private enterprise vs. public funding much less
property taxes.
I tried not to spit my drink into
anyone’s face as it came back up with total and complete discuss about what
they’d divulged.
Sometimes, one’s forced to hold
down their food or drink no matter how disgusting their host may be.
As
I continued to get poked by burly huge weight lifting white males who kept
sticking their cheap and ugly gold plated outdated Rolexes in my face I
wondered how long it would take to hear about them doing a ten year sentence
for fraud or embezzlement.
We
all know… I look dumb.
We
all know… I can act dumb.
We
all know… I used to like to test people by pretending to be the “village idiot”
because being a woman of color in Minnesota automatically places me in the dumb
category therefore I ask people to please explain everything to me like I were
a child and they take it literally.
My humor’s not very Minnesotan.
I used to love to act the idiot.
It’s my favorite role in the
entire world because I know how smart and intelligent I truly am as so do you.
When people used to treat me like
an idiot then I acted like an idiot.
Although, I’ve begun to break that
habit as of two years ago even though it was great fun to leave others guessing
if I was truly that stupid which who can’t be dumb from time to time?
Everybody can be dumb at one point
or another.
No, I’m not an expert at anything
yet, however.
I know a little bit about many
things and that’s how I can connect the dots. It’s easy I just need time to put
it all together because I’m not very good on my feet.
Yes,
I’ve waited ten long years for proof to come out against the fraud or
embezzlement of charter schools because anytime that I’ve attended Minnesota
dinner parties all of the middle class Bourgeois rich get their undergarments
in a twist and can’t seem to properly debate the pros and cons of charter
schools without getting overly emotional about the subject matter and that
makes them some of the most boring people to be around.
In
2005, that entire day that I spent with charter school drunk cocaine snorting
rich white trash banking brats I learned a lot about embezzlement and fraud
because in their drunken stupor they came out and spelled it out for me. (Thank
you.)
Therefore, it wasn’t a complete or
total waste of my time.
It’s
taken a lot of patience for us (society) to arrive at this fork in the road in which
we stand here between a lie and a truth.
Which
way shall we go?
We’re
going to go with a truth and raise our children in the educational public
school system because at least then we’ll know exactly just where our money
goes.
What’s
one to do when the smokin’ mirrors are packed and the circus tents have all
been taken down and everything’s gone except for the remaining garbage the day
after the circus left town?
We
live for clarity of mind and knowledge and wisdom and some form of truth
otherwise life would be a waste of time.
We
live for transparency because we work much too hard for our money.
We’d
like to know that when we send our future children to public school then
they’ll have textbooks and adequate school lunches and fieldtrips to their
disposal.
We’d
like to think that our time and effort and energy and money are worth our
public schools because that’s where our children shall attend.
We command that our public schools
meet the basic requirements so that our children may thrive in their
educational public success because when our children decide to attend college
or Ivy League or advanced degrees as most of our adult family and extended
family members have done so then our children will have that choice because our
public schools will have prepared them towards that in adult life and beyond.
We do uphold to some basic
expectations like classroom safety and textbooks and adequate school lunches
and productive learning fieldtrips.
We believe in public school
education because we believe in keeping public finances above board and
transparent.
Best Regards;
Gabriel
Word Count Goal: 2,000
Word Count: 2,320
Word Count Surplus thus far this week:
1,101
*) Day
#97 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.
Footnotes:
*) Its official “Freeway” (our dog)
gets his goolies removed next Wednesday. He gets neutered. He’s too hormonal
and wild ultra-alpha thus we must calm him down.
*) This is my last week of writing
until I go on my three month European holiday. No, I shan’t go to Europe unless
I muster the energy.
*) Yes, we spend our summers in the
hot city “with the rest of the miserable lot” and have a great time at it.
In the summers we take Mondays off and
get to do house projects that we’ve put off for the rest of the year, drink
cold non-genetically-modified beer (Sierra Nevada) and build bonfires, visit
with friends who travel this way (in the summers) and relax out on our patio.
We have a blast in the city.
We love it!
It gets hot and windy and the smells of
our yard are ever so refreshing. We’ll make a few meals around our bonfire pit
and run barefoot and not worry about anything.
We love summers in the city.
Personally, I don’t know how to swim
thus I don’t enjoy being near water but I do love to wade ankle deep in cold
refreshing water.
We love to eat our mulberries fresh
from our tree in our backyard as well as make fresh fruit salad and rejoice in
hot weather.
I think that summers in the city are
posh yet that seems to only be me who thinks that.
I think, that, mainly because past
summers I spent them at Manhattan Harbor and Marina and Cape Cod and the
Hamptons and Martha’s Vineyard and, and, and… I know all about the East Coast.
One doesn’t have to brag to me about our
former intimate stomping grounds. I know, I know.
Monday, May 26,
2014
Happy Memorial Day!
Friday, May 23,
2014
“Gazelles are the animals most loved
by God…
because a gazelle harms no one,
and never disturbs the peace.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Pariah (an outcast, one despised by society)
The indictment made a social pariah
of the disturber.
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American Public School Education XVIII
Consistency XVII
American
Public School Education begins with community.
What’s
consistency?
Consistency is: steadiness, reliability, uniformity,
evenness, stability and regularity.
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[We’re not Gluttons for Punishment]
Part VIII
“Call
the police anytime you need to,” said a detective.
“Don’t
be a fool,” said my Father. “Call the police as often as it’s necessary when
your neighbors disturb the peace.”
Okay.
We
will.
Our
neighbors two-doors down (south of us) are fortunate to have one extraordinary
amazing extended visiting family member who spends her time wisely with their
family’s six small children, (although I’ve only seen her three times this late
spring.)
She’s one of the more beautiful and
calm and sophisticated adult mature black women I’ve witnessed stroll down our neighborhood sidewalk (along with
our black next door neighbor ladies and the ladies across the street) with
humility and intelligent presence of mind to be respectful and not shout or
scream or yell or shriek or throw around attitude or make empty threats of
physical harm or violence against another in a neighborhood which she’s a
visitor.
She actually and physically goes out
into their yard or sidewalk and spends her productive time with their family’s
children.
(It’s such a bummer that she isn’t our
neighbor instead of the rest of her loud or screaming or yelling abusive
family.)
Yesterday
evening around 6:00 P.M., I stepped out of our front door and took “Freeway”
(our dog) to relieve himself (urinate) on our next door neighbor’s fence (we
have permission since they have three dogs and our dogs tend to smell each
other’s scent).
I witnessed a miracle.
This pure calm beautiful angel of a
woman maintained peace and calm tranquility and quiet throughout the land (all
on her own) while she attended to five small children as they quietly and
respectfully played a ways down on the sidewalk. Their children calmly strolled
alongside her or on their plastic four-wheelers because some of them are tiny
little tykes for children and none of them shrieked or yelled or screamed while
in her presence because they had enough self respect.
A
strong sense of peace took a hold of me.
With
her presence around us, I felt hopeful.
She’s
a natural and nurturing Mother of the Universes.
Since she does productively and calmly
manage all of their children on her own then that can only mean that other
adults in her family could also become capable to will such real power some
day.
Twice,
this late spring, I’ve stopped by our living room window to admire this angel
calmly stroll and play with their children because she’s a pure teacher who
embodies everything that’s intrinsically kind and gentle without needing to
preach or brag to the choir about how great she is.
She’s greatness incarnate.
She knows how great and beautifully
intelligent she truly is therefore she doesn’t have to prove anything to
anyone.
She doesn’t raise her voice or has a
bad or negative comment to say to their children or throws her weight around
like she’s ready to punch someone in the face.
She’s
a pure angel of hope.
She tends to tread lightly on her
dainty feet and walks gracefully.
She dresses in all black and is the
height of sophisticated fashion.
I
know this might sound a bit forward, however.
If our circumstance were different
then I would’ve loved to have gotten to know her and possibly befriended her as
most kindred spirits do.
My heart yearns with the agape desire
to ask her over to proper tea yet we’ve not been properly introduced.
Since we’re complete strangers to one
another I shan’t be impulsive.
Nevertheless, her gentle grace and
calm disposition makes me rejoice in life and the holy spirit and all that’s
good and kind in humanity.
She makes a humanitarian out of me.
She makes me want to be a better
human.
She inspires me deeply in the agape
regions of my platonic love.
I
admire her in ways that only gentle and assertive women can be admired and
respected.
It’s obvious that she’s a great lady of
era and time because all of their children just melt in her hands and respect
her gentle and confident demeanor and essence, infinitely evermore.
No, I don’t pretend to know her yet in
another life I would’ve liked to think that she and I could’ve been close
friends because she touches the deepest and kindest aspects of my heart and
soul.
Their
children were calm and quiet all afternoon from noon to six.
*****
Last
night, by around 8:00 P.M. or so we called the police because our one
neighbor’s six unattended children (under the ages of ten) ran around feral all
the front of our home while they threw each other’s bikes into the street with
approaching traffic also they pushed and kicked each other and began to pull up
some yellow flags we had staked into our yard that the land surveyor placed
there three weeks ago before all of the rain came and swamped our yard and
we’re still waiting to have a fence put in.
Twice, Eric ran out to our front yard
and staked the yellow flags back into the ground to mark the electric and
water.
I stepped outside of our entryway and
went no further than five feet from our front doorway, raised my voice and
said, “I’m not going to tell you again. This is private property. Leave it
alone.”
Their children did eventually leave
our yard alone because even though I didn’t scream or yell I had the sound of
wrath in my voice.
It’s
the queerest aspect: All afternoon when their children were in the care of one
mature adult woman their children conducted themselves in the greatest and
kindest and respectful and quiet manner.
By
7:00 P.M. their other visiting adult extended family members were the ones who
yelled or screamed or hollered and by 8:00 P.M. their children joined in and it
became a cacophony of the spoilt black ghetto mentally ill brats.
It was as if the adults had ruined all
of the hard work of one mature adult and didn’t care or notice that she had
brought something of value to their family: respectability.
Yes,
their black children are unattended about ninety percent (90%) of the time when
they’re outside running around like wild savages or feral dogs.
Yes,
it’s the adults who scream or holler or yell when they come and visit our
neighborhood.
Yes,
the Matriarch of their family lets it happen to them.
No,
their eleven year old girl doesn’t watch over the other little ones very well
when she’s out there with them. They run circles around her. She has no control
over them because she’s so out of control herself when she kicks the little
ones and they kick back in retaliation.
No,
the adults don’t watch out for their children.
Last
night round 7:50 P.M. all of a sudden the adults got real quiet because they
went inside and left their children outside unattended and all hell broke
loose.
Eventually
when the police came then a woman in a pink t-shirt spoke to one white male
police officer when he came to tell them to settle down.
She’s the same woman who makes loud
and indirect physical threats, “I’ll fuck her up. Just have her come over
here.”
Why is it that every other word is
“fuck” with some people?
She makes us laugh each and every time
because someone like that isn’t to be taken seriously when they swear or yell
or throw around their ugly face filled with hatred.
To
be stern is one thing.
To
be a hater is another.
There’s
more litter (Jolly Rancher’s candy wrappers) around our neighborhood this week
and at “Manor Park.” Bummer.
Some of our neighbors, three-doors
down, seriously have begun to consider moving away. Bummer.
I’ve been informed that this screaming
and yelling and shrieking has been going on since exactly the year 2003 yet the
oh, so powerful, “City of No Name” doesn’t come to our neighborhood’s help or aid
or defense and the cycle of violence continues.
Their children have been out there
screaming for about thirty straight minutes now without supervision. (Sigh.)
The
problem with our neighbors two-doors down is that they want all of the benefit
of living in a nice and clean and quiet and peaceful neighborhood yet they’re
the ones who create an imbalance and bring in all of the garbage or litter and
loud noise day-after-day-after-day until it’s now been eleven years that our
neighborhood has been forced to endure the hatred of one black ghetto family
that takes advantage of all the rest of their neighbors by letting their feral
children and adults disrespect this neighborhood’s block.
Yes,
call the cops every time unruly or feral neighbors yell or scream or shriek out
of sheer hatred for respect.
Yes,
call the cops every time that you see people litter or throw trash out of their
car windows. I do. I get their license plate and give it to the police.
It’s the best way to maintain balance
without getting into any confrontation.
Yes,
do call the police when neighbors disturb the peace.
Absolutely,
yes.
Best Regards;
Gabriel
Word Count Goal: 829
Word Count: 1,608
Word Count thus far this week: 10,781
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#93 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.
Footnotes:
When I make time.
Monday’s Footnotes:
*) “Periscope” and “VitaFusion” and
“MINE” clothing line.
*) “Shoppes
at Arbor Lakes” in Maple Grove, Minnesota:
(More later…)
Thursday, May 22,
2014
“Barren trees make more noise than fruit-bearing
trees….
They ask fruit-bearing trees: “Why
don’t you make any noise?”
---to which the trees reply, “Our
fruits are sufficient advertisement.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Assiduous (diligent, unwearied, constant
attention)
The officer made assiduous
efforts to suppress the rebellion.
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American Public School Education XVII
Consistency XVI
American
Public School Education begins with community.
What’s
consistency?
Consistency is: steadiness, reliability, uniformity,
evenness, stability and regularity.
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[We’re not Gluttons for Punishment]
Part VII
Hasidic:
“The way one prayed
became more important than one's knowledge of the prayer's meaning.”
The
reason why people seem passive / aggressive about barking dogs in our
neighborhood is because they don’t seem to acquire or muster enough self truth
or confidence or courage to address what really bothers them, which really
isn’t barking dogs, rather it’s unruly or disrespectful or loud or screaming or
yelling or shrieks from black neighbors who perpetuate violence throughout the
land.
The
reason for not addressing real issues is because people seem afraid to be
perceived as racists when they know perfectly well that perpetual misbehavior
is disrespectful, yet issues must be addressed and not lazily excused away,
nevertheless, in a culture of so much gun violence neighbors tend to become
Hasidic to their own difficulties and live in perpetual silence about the
conflicts they wish they could directly or positively address because they gave
up a long time ago on any real hope of positive change or course of action or
redirection or solutions when there’s zero communal leadership only individual
responsibility which our neighborhood has a lot of individual responsibility.
It’s easier to be cruel or mean to
barking dogs to get one’s aggression out about neighborhood violence than it is
to address difficult issues at hand as to what really bothers people about
other disrespectful neighbors who trash and litter our neighborhood and
community on a daily or weekly basis while their children run wild like savages
screaming up-and-down neighborhood sidewalks or streets like mentally insane or
abused bullies.
People
desire for positive change yet they seem stuck on how to create it or will it.
*****
The
whole aspect about being a good neighbor, especially in beautiful urban
(suburban) areas is that one must realize that one lives within close proximity
to others. Period.
Lots are small and sound travels just
like it does on water.
Some of the most beautiful
neighborhoods, which I’ve ever held the great honor to frequent, have been those
with neighbors who hold regular cookouts or parties while most of their other
neighbors don’t even realize that that’s happening right under their nose.
Silence isn’t an option.
However, constant peaceful quiet and
upstanding excellent behavior is a mandatory option.
We owe it to ourselves to do well by
others and to stay in great relationship with one’s neighbors because these are
the remarkable people that we share plots and land co-existing side-by-side possibly
until we’re old and buried in the ground.
******
What do I want from or out of any
neighborhood?
Peace
and quiet to think and live and read and write and make home cooked meals and
share a peaceful life with Eric and “Freeway” (our dog) and live happily ever after… as I get older with each passing day
because someday I’ll wake up, and look into a mirror, and realize, that I’m
indeed an old woman with more days behind me than ahead of me ready for death
with ‘one foot in the grave’ and with each passing day I get closer to death.
Valuable
and precious time seems to always be running out for any serious and
hardworking writers.
My
literary work is important to me and to the world at large.
Writing
and thinking and comprehension are some of the most difficult functions there
are to do well in the world.
When one is forced to listen to
screams or yells from neighbors then it brings down any writer’s or
tele-commuter worker’s quality of work and craftsmanship therefore I do wish
and hope and pray for consistent and persistent quiet from good neighbors who
understand that someday I’ll write horror novels and hopefully bring our
neighborhood status level to a place where people can say, “Stephen King II
lives in my neighborhood.” (Only as an imaginary example: no one can touch the
King of horror.)
No,
absolute silence isn’t the same as quiet.
(There’s a major distinction between
the two, because if I wanted absolute silence then I’d move to a remote
location without neighbors for about fifty miles around and chop my own wood
and hunt rabbit, skin it, cook it and eat it for dinner. The end of story.)
We
would like to continue to live in a mixed economically thriving and interracial
neighborhood in which everyone abides by middle class codes of conduct which
means that everyone must continually and consistently mind their “P’s and Q’s”
(respectful behavior) so that others may also flourish and enjoy the fruits of
their labor.
We don’t care what skin color people
are or how much money they possess in their bank accounts, however.
We do care about their modus operandi
(method of operating or functioning) because that says a lot about their mental
status.
We’re intelligent and healthy and
understanding animals.
We like to surround ourselves with
other emotionally intelligent and healthy and smart animals as well especially
when we don’t have much in common yet we get along by respectfully interacting
or communicating in a way that doesn’t degrade anyone’s dignity, especially
little dogs or other pets in any neighborhood because any dog’s nature is to
bark while man’s nature is to be intelligently thoughtful otherwise he’s not
functioning at full capacity.
We’d
love to live in a neighborhood in which children automatically hang on to their
garbage or litter by stuffing it into their trouser pockets or carry their own
garbage bags small enough to fit into their pockets (so that children don’t
necessarily get their clothes dirty or sticky or ruined) because children must
understand that environmentalism is the ticket to their future health and
success.
My Father taught me to hang on to my
litter and to properly dispose of it later rather than immediately throw it on
the ground because to be mindfully responsible meant that I held a strong
psychological presence of mind to be smart and intelligently thoughtful about
my personal property and understood the gravitas of my situation as an
individual mature citizen, no matter how young I might have been.
My garbage or litter does indeed
belong to me therefore I was taught to take responsibility for it.
To this day I still stuff my pockets
full of my garbage or litter instead of thoughtlessly letting it fall to the
ground simply because I feel too lazy to properly dispose of it.
When
we think about the ultimate cool neighborhood; we’d like to live in a
neighborhood in which all sorts of people across the spectrum with different
economic or racial status peacefully co-exist.
No matter what, we can’t seem to think
of anything cooler than sharing any neighborhood with those that are so
different from each other yet their main goal and that which binds them
together is respectful and consistent good behavior because they care about
their neighbor’s well being and health and stress level.
No, we don’t believe that people have
to go out of their way to be sickly and sweetly nice (because we don’t trust
that especially not in any city) however we do believe that respect is the
highest form of self esteem there is without having to come out and be all
weird about anything or overly demonstratively love-y-dove-y towards others.
We
tend to keep to ourselves.
We
were taught to fix and do things ourselves.
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I’ve
been called away…
Anyway,
this afternoon was “the” best afternoon of my almost two year stay here.
Our black neighbor’s children
(two-doors down) played outside without screams or yells or shrieks; for the
first time in almost two years I was able to sit upstairs in our living room
and read much heady research material I’m trying to get through for analysis.
Normally, I wear earplugs yet earplugs
don’t seem to help much.
I only work out of our private study
in our basement built into a hillside under a rock to distill all off the
children’s yells or screams or shrieks coming from our street or yells or
screams or shrieks that come from our black / white neighbor’s children near
our backyard as well.
I’m tired of being a prisoner or
confined to only one space in our home when I work in the daytime because of
the craziness that’s gone on in our neighborhood ever since August 1, 2012 when
we first purchased our property.
It
wasn’t until 3:50 P.M. that two young black adult males began to call each
other n______ out in front of our home and progressively raised their voice
about something or other; that’s when I had to go back to the dungeon (just
kidding).
“I gave you, your I.D. back, nigger,”
said one of the men.
One short stocky male of about 5’7”
and 180 pounds wore a bright engine red baseball cap with a white t-shirt and
verbally fought a wiry skinner male of about 5’8-5’9” and 130 pounds dressed in
a navy blue t-shirt and seemed to drive a silver four door car.
I’ve
got to run…
Best Regards;
Gabriel
Word Count Goal: 2,000
Word Count: 1,970
Word Count thus far this week: 9,173
*) Day
#92 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.
Footnotes:
Are
there any handsome or beautiful or sexually vibrant and responsibly intelligent
adults on “Minneapolis Park and Recreation Board” that would be so kind as to
have “Wirth Parkway” cleaned or picked up from “Cedar Lake Parkway” to “Zenith
Avenue North”? (Thank you. It would be highly appreciated.)
On “Wirth Parkway” some of the same garbage
or litter that sat there last October 2013 sat there as of yesterday May 21,
2014 right across from “Wirth Golf Course”.
We’d
love to golf at Wirth’s public Golf Course.
However, their garbage is unsightly
and ghastly therefore we don’t put down our hard earned money to play golf at a
littered or trashed Minneapolis parkway because it would be a complete and
total waste of our time and energy and money to do so.
I
grew up around private elite golf courses in the world.
I simply can’t stomach to golf on top
of garbage or litter because the thing about golf as a sport is that it’s meant
to be a pristine and high class pastime no matter who one may be or where they
come from.
The one thing that unites golfers is
their innate ability to respect the sport as well as green and outdoor spaces
because without green space then there’s no golf.
Some of the greatest environmentalists
that I’ve ever spoken with have been golfers because they demand to play golf
in pristine green spaces since golf is such an expensive sport, no matter
whether it’s played at a public or private course.
I want to golf so badly, I can’t
explain it to you.
I want to golf someplace where it’s
public and convenient to us and that just happens to be “Wirth Golf Course.”
Please,
help us want to sink more money into our Twin Cities metro area by keeping our
cities continuously clean year round.
Since littering is illegal, then as
any officials of these cities, they ought to start ticketing litterers left and
right because cities would make a killing
off of that particular sector of population that destroys our green parks and
recreational areas and public neighborhood and community spaces.
Please take an interest and put some
serious money and financial budgets aside to keep our cities clean year round.
It’s a disgrace.
We also need public school education
on this matter of littering. Minnesotans are some of the worst litter bugs I’ve
ever come across.
Wednesday, May 21,
2014
“The Torah tells us to follow the path
of moderation…
not to dwell in the wilderness,
nor in the mountains,
nor to don hair garments,
nor to afflict the body.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Profound (to set forth, to offer for
consideration, to explain)
When the secretary was consulted, he
would invariably profound his own doctrine.
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American Public School Education XVI
Consistency XV
American
Public School Education begins with community.
What’s
consistency?
Consistency is: steadiness, reliability, uniformity,
evenness, stability and regularity.
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[We’re not Gluttons for Punishment]
Part VI
The best method to teach children not to
become screamers or perpetual yellers or shriek is this: Adults must get up
from where they sit or stop whatever they’re doing and peacefully and calmly
approach their children and walk right up to them and get real close by either
kneeling or bending down and gently get their children’s attention and in a
quiet yet stern voice say something like: “Please, don’t yell. Thank you.”
An adult must do this repetitious
action as many times or until a new habit is formed or their children’s
behavior positively changes like any great athlete learns muscle memory
otherwise when children don’t seem to learn new neurological pathways or
behavior modification or don’t seem to take or receive direction well or act
upon positive direction given to them then most likely it means that that type
of children will make for terrible students or athletes or workers or neighbors
or anything else for that matter because they aren’t disciplined to learn new
positive patterns which leads to opportunity and success.
Athletes
must follow direction or they can’t play in any game.
No matter how great an athlete may be in
physical form when they don’t do their homework or follow their coach’s
direction then they get placed on the bench since no one wants to coach
mediocre thinkers because they can ultimately jeopardize any game or play and
cost their team everything.
Any
great adult’s job or work or career is to instill great qualities and positive
and respectful continuous habits into their children’s brains so that their
children may grow up to be able to get invited anywhere in the world without
creating chaos or bring bad luck unto themselves or to their family or family
name.
No,
an adult doesn’t reward children with candy or sugar or soda (pop) because
sugar factually causes cancer in the body. Food companies are run and owned by
tobacco companies. Period.
When children act upon a positive
action then reward them with kindness by giving them a smile or a hug or a pat
on the back or some form of positive reinforcement that what they do is right
or correct or wonderful therefore they’re pleasing to be around, so that
children may learn that others, too, will want to be around them and form
positive relationships to anyone’s children because that’s the greatest reward
in life.
No one wants to be an outcast simply
due to bad misbehavior only because adults in children’s lives don’t make the
time to teach their young ones how to properly behave and do right and well for
themselves and by those around them.
No,
it’s not acceptable or okay to reward children with any type of gift when they
do right and correct behavior because just the mere fact that they’re doing
right for themselves and by others is reward enough otherwise children learn to
only do well or right or correct for the sake of rewards, then they become
donkeys reaching for carrots thus don’t treat them like subhuman animals or
children will consider themselves animals who work for rewards and not for
intrinsic fulfillment of the self and soul and spirit.
When adults get up from where they sit
or stop what they’re doing (like watching television or passing the time) and
peacefully and calmly approach their children to please stop an inappropriate
action then that mere act of any mature adult who’s stopped their lives to make
a correction is enough attention or reward for their children to understand
that children are important enough to have adults in children’s lives take
interest or time or energy or make an effort to take care of their children’s
needs or wants and to teach them well so that they may also teach their future
generations to do well for themselves and others.
No,
an adult mustn’t expect overnight miracles when adults yell or scream out of
their window or from doorways at their children to stop yelling or screaming
because then that same repetitious silly act of inappropriate violence continues
to form and the same cycle of wrong behavioral and inappropriate pattern
persists and doesn’t easily get broken or possibly ever.
The only way to break bad habits or
violent cycles of communication is to ‘nip it in the bud’ by gently breaking that bad habit which adults instill into their
children by forming new positive patterns with good and kind examples that will
lead to success and happiness.
Children learn bad habits from adults.
Period.
When children yell or scream
up-and-down sidewalks or in their yard then it’s because their parents or
caretakers or legal guardians also scream, which means that these adults can’t
seem to self control or self modify their misbehavior in front of their
children therefore adults teach their children terrible patterns of
miscommunication, which the world at large won’t put up with that for too long.
Ultimately that child who grows up
into an adult will get sabotaged at every turn in the workplace and in life in
general because it means that they can’t
pull their weight. (I’ve seen it happen. It’s terrible to watch a pack of
wolves kill the omega’s newborn cubs.)
Children learn their inappropriate
misbehavior at home from those they look up to most or pass most of their time
with.
For a serious example: When an “untie”
or “uncle” or “cousin” or “family friend” rolls
into any quiet and upstanding hardworking neighborhood in their semi-flashy
somewhat expensive pimp car with their stereo blasting at top octave then that
individual adult says that they don’t have any stake in their family or
friends’ children or the children’s future because all that that adult is good for is to teach their village children
about passive / aggressive hatred that which deeply festers inside that
particular individual adult from a lifelong affliction of an inferiority
complex that no matter what -- they
don’t ultimately seem to be able to shake off thus they’re cursed with low self
esteem due to years of cultural or societal neglect or racism or prejudice because
they refuse to prove to the world that they’re indeed upstanding mature
citizens yet they rebel as stunted adults. (Whew. I hit it on the nail. You
know it.)
When any individual adult blasts their
car stereo through any upstanding and hardworking neighborhood (that they don’t
reside in or do reside in) then they teach others about a quiet festering self
loathing hatred only reserved for those that don’t hold any real power in the
world and are only good as show-offs of nothing important because they don’t
muster enough self restrain to be respectful and patient in any general
neighborhood that doesn’t practice their lifestyle or doesn’t see “eye-to-eye”
with them in their misbehavior and everybody
knows what they are: Constantly teetering on
the verge of a “mental break down” or
nearly “mental cases” (rural English expressions”) to their circumstance.
To
blast a car stereo through any upstanding and hard working neighborhood
ultimately says to a child: “My sex parts broke off a long time ago. The only
way to make up for my inferiority complex is to demonstrate that I don’t have
any sex parts because I don’t. They got taken away a long time ago therefore I
self loathe thus I mean to show the world just how much I hate everything
through juvenile passive aggressive acts of hatred.” (Ha! Don’t make me laugh
that hard.)
Like little antennas, children pick up
on the subtle psychological readouts even
when children don’t piece it all together yet what children get shown by
their neighbors (on the other hand) is constant and repetitiously good general
respectful acts of discipline and self restrain on a daily basis from other
black and white and Latino folk, anywhere and everywhere they look around.
These ‘perfect strangers’ for
neighbors have more investment in the stake of these children’s future than
their friend’s friends’ cousins do and it’s obvious because it’s transparently
and evidently clear to see.
When
foreigners (friends or extended family members) to any upstanding and
hardworking neighborhood roll in like pimps then subconsciously, no matter how
loyal children may be to those they know or recognize, children realize that
something’s amiss in such specific adults, then eventually the less children
tend to trust and respect those immature adults who can’t or won’t or don’t
hold themselves with constant intrinsic dignity or pride to respect everyone
whom may come across their path.
Children aren’t dumb.
Children know better yet they seek
attention anywhere they can get it when they don’t get love or respect or
attention at home from those whom fail them most.
Screaming or yelling or shrieks at the
other end of the block doesn’t make it easier on our other neighbors just
because children stopped screaming right in front of our home, it doesn’t mean
that our other neighbors like it any more than we did.
Yes, I’ll call the cops.
I’ve had enough of adult stupidity.
Oh,
Gods, don’t make me laugh that hard.
I
laugh every single day at the absurdity that is.
You guys keep feeding me free writing
material and I keep scribing.
You cut out my work for me otherwise I’d be writing about bees or 300 stolen
Nigerian girls who deserve more ink than our screaming or yelling or misbehaved
unruly spoilt black ghetto brat neighbors do with adults who either hate their
children or neglect their children’s upbringing. (I’m not sure which is worse.)
Best Regards;
Gabriel
Word Count Goal: 2,500
Word Count: 3,094
*) Day
#91 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.
Thank you for all of the amazing
birthday cards.
I’m ever so honored.
Footnotes:
In our ‘No Name’ city we love to shop
at the following locations:
*) “Ace Hardware Store:” (4140
W Broadway Ave)
When one first walks in, one will instantly
notice that this is a treasured time capsule, however, the service is modern
and respectful.
The smells of this hardware store are
deliciously filled with hard plastics or metal powered tools, leather and a bit
of sawdust from an old creaking and beautifully worn out hardwood floor.
The experience is worth walking
through this time capsule with modern service (thank you.)
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*) “Subway:” (4080 W Broadway Ave)
The ladies are kindly-stern (which I adore
that about them. I can trust that, however, they’re not rude or mean.)
Respectful and efficient and they
don’t yell “hello!” every time or whenever a new customer sets foot inside
their place so as not to ruin everybody else’s lunch or meal while everybody
else goes def (thank you.)
This is old fashion service with a
respectful modern twist of self respect.
In a two year span we’ve not once been
sick from their food.
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*) “Pig Ate My Pizza:” (4154
W Broadway Ave)
I’ve not personally set foot in this
establishment nevertheless I whole heartedly eat their pizza with pleasure.
I’m told by friends who bring me pizza
that’s it’s normally filled with people who for the most part everyone’s happy
as can be because their food is extraordinary, even though the pizza isn’t made
in fire ovens. I have to agree that the food’s amazing (thank you.)
In a two year span we’ve not once been
sick from their food.
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*) “El Toro:” (4080 West
Broadway Avenue)
We take our closest friends and family
members here because their food is consistently good and so is their service at
any time of day or night (thank you.)
In a two year span we’ve not once been
sick from their food.
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*) “Broadway Pizza:” (4106
Lakeland Ave N.)
When
we’re extremely tired on weekends, we order out from “Broadway Pizza.”
Their
drivers are on top of their work and on time (or earlier) and respectful. Their
pizza is tasty and always hot as though
it just came out of some fire oven right in front of our face (thank you.)
In a two year span we’ve not once been
sick from their food.
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*) “Smoke Shop:” (4080 W Broadway Ave # 157)
The men are respectful and gently-stern
(which I can respect that, however, they’re not mean or rude to their
customers.)
I’m not treated like some piece of
meat to have a wet dream over even though I’m girly for a mature woman. They
know that I mean business and nothing more.
The men don’t check out my ‘tits and
ass’ (breasts and vagina) because they already know what breasts and vaginas
look like therefore they don’t come across as starved sex dogs.
These are mature grown men of the
world which I can’t say that for other smoke shops around the Twin Cities.
These men have learned that I don’t
steal and that I’m direct and I do business at their particular location
because they seem to be the only ones that carry “organic” 100% tobacco
“American Spirits” (A brand of cigarette).
These are respectful men (thank you.)
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*) “Wine and Spirits:” (4060
Lakeland Ave N- Robin Center)
This
is our municipal liquor store that cares for our city’s tennis courts each
season (thank you.)
This
is a clean establishment with many different varieties of organic red and white
wines as well as non-genetically modified beers.
The
service is always respectful and the clerks don’t mind if their customers ask
them questions about their products especially those of us who hate the taste of
liquor yet we like to relax with a drink here and there especially in the warm
season.
They’re
no bullshit clerks who aren’t jerks.
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*) “Dairy Queen:” (40
1/2 & West Broadway)
These
high school seniors who tend to this summer-time-only establishment are as
close as one gets to “Casey’s” Magic Kingdom in Disney World for service and
efficiency and respect. (I’m so proud of them I can’t seem to gush enough.)
Their
stand is always clean and tidy and they never
have a bad word or rude demeanor towards their customers.
These
high school students and service workers (of any age) deserve free tuition to
college anywhere in the world for the ability to keep their hats on during busy times and for the capacity to treat
everyone fairly and with goodwill cheer (thank you.)
This
is some of the best service anywhere in the Twin Cities.
Congratulations
on your high school graduations!
In a two year span we’ve not once been
sick from their food.
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“Birdtown Café:” (4135 West Broadway Ave N)
The food is tasty and the service is good. We
like to take our friends to this establishment because the atmosphere reminds
us of our travels to “Grand Marais.”
Small town feel with modern clean proficient
and relaxed attitudes (thank you.)
Although,
the only aspect about the architecture that I must mention is that the
acoustics seem to be terrible (sorry guys).
We have some friends and family members with bad
hearing from wartime or accidents so they can’t hear our conversation very well
therefore we don’t tend to take them there although we love the feel of the
place.
In a two year span we’ve not once been sick from their food.
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*) “Royal Pet:” (3933 W
Broadway Ave)
Once, one gets past the scuffed and
marked up floor boards in the entryway of this establishment and directly
communicates with two professional groomers who really know what they’re doing
then you’re in the game and up and running and in business.
I love this place. It takes me back to
a time and era of my Finn-Minnesota Grandfather’s kitchen with the smells of
stale oatmeal cookies and burned coffee.
These are respectable ladies with
decades of experience and expertise and it shows (thank you.)
They crack me up with their voices
that sound more like Patty and Selma Bouvier from “The Simpsons.”
Even though these ladies have gruff
voices they know what they’re doing and it shows that they take care of their
meticulous work.
We entrust “Freeway” (our dog) to
their care every three months or so. We wouldn’t have it any other way. We
implicitly trust them.
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And
some readers write-in and tell me that I don’t know anything about anything.
No, I’m not a bitch.
I can be though.
(As if.)
I pay attention.
I always give credit where credit is
due.
We put our money where our mouth is: into our community.
I had a pleasant drive through our No
Name city’s downtown last night around eight.
I was mesmerized (awe struck) by how
clean our downtown is (thank you.)
I was moved at the very fact that one
can get a break from looking at garbage in the Twin Cities.
I almost pulled over and just sat
there for five minutes to admire our clean downtown streets.
(For a moment I thought I was at
Disney World where everything is clean all of the time because that’s just how
dedicated their staff is to their business and atmosphere.)
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*) I’m looking for a great seamstress /
tailor to take up a pair of trousers at the cuffs. I have no idea where to
begin searching. I’ll start by asking mission guild ladies in our No Name
city’s church.
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“Manor
Park” is once again trashed with litter. What a bummer. It’s such a
disappointment, however, not enough to give up on it. (Sigh.)
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We’ve
got work to do.
We’ll
keep our household lifestyle cost at ($35,000) thirty-five thousand dollars per
annual living expenditures for the next decade (10 years) as the rest catch up.
Please
don’t spit in our face once you’ve caught up with us.
We’re
working on fair wages for all as well as better public school education.
Progress
is slow, nevertheless, don’t lose hope.
We’re
right here alongside you rowing in this boat.
We
want to see you succeed more than anything else in the entire world because we
don’t want to live in a stuffy gated community.
However,
we don’t want to live on top of litter or garbage or screaming neighbors either
because we work, too, hard to earn our keep just like everybody else does.
Money
doesn’t grow on trees.
Tuesday, May 20,
2014
“Men see what we wear, not what we
eat.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Propriety (sense of what is proper or fitting)
He always acted with propriety
when in company.
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[Correction
“up the ante.”]
Hello.
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American Public School Education XV
Consistency XIV
American
Public School Education begins with community.
What’s
consistency?
Consistency is: steadiness, reliability, uniformity,
evenness, stability and regularity.
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[We’re not Gluttons for Punishment]
Part V
Today: Why low working class white women
marry uneducated ghetto belligerent black men: To piss off their parents. It’s of vital consequence to choose any
partner wisely.
I’ve
been informed that one of the main reasons as to why so many of our “Greatest
Generation” low working class white folk are so angry or bitter (in general) is
because their low working class sons and mainly their daughters married or ‘got
with’ uneducated ghetto belligerent black men who aren’t truly good for
anything other than to beat up their women and live off of white low class
whites.
Okay.
Let’s begin with that premise.
First,
let’s begin at the beginning.
Yes, some of my best friends are black
educated folk from all over the world. Many of our black educated friends hold
advanced degrees from Ivy League universities and private schools.
No, I’m not any more or less racist
than the next person.
However, I’m prejudiced or
discriminatory of uneducated or illiterate or disrespectful or ignorant or screaming or rude
or petulant or belligerent black ghetto people now that we’ve lived amongst five
families for close to two years come this August 1, 2014.
Second,
I really don’t care where people come from so long as they’re respectful and
educated about standardized social norms everywhere they go because each
culture has their own set of respectful rules and code which one must abide by
unless someone wants to lose their place in the world and get ousted forever.
Third,
being brought up well to respectfully cope with all sorts and types of people
is far more important than getting straight A’s in school.
Fourth,
the most important relationships one will hold with others are those in the
workplace and in their neighborhood with and amongst ‘perfect strangers’ for
neighbors or co-workers otherwise those who are disrespectful or lazy about
their misconduct, too, shall get ousted especially those who can’t seem to
respectfully cope with modern cultural standards of propriety.
Fifth,
ghetto black men and women bought into scummy multi-billion dollar
entertainment corporations that perpetuate their ignorance so that corporations
may keep their masses ‘down and out’ yet make billions of dollars off of ghetto
black people’s idiotic tendency to fall prey for every little thing that comes
along their way because they don’t read anything of value so it’s easy to
manipulate them into thinking of themselves as subhuman therefore they treat
themselves with less dignity or respect than they ought to. (What a bunch of
suckers.)
Sixth,
ghetto black men and women bought into uneducated means in modes of communication
and interaction because they don’t realize that it’s the quickest way to kill
off their culture of sublime intelligence and ability to contribute to the
globe at large.
Seventh,
ghetto black men and women are wrong when they step out of line or seem
entitled when they haven’t worked for anything in their lives much less
travelled any further than around their neighborhood block or city.
Eighth,
ghetto black men and women are wrong when they refuse to learn global standards
of education, history, economics and literature and factual mathematics and
science or social responsibility for the matter.
Ninth,
ghetto black men and women are wrong when they believe or think that it’s not
their sole purpose to better their minds.
Tenth,
ghetto black men and women lose out when they refuse to control their impulse
to scream or shout because others come to think of them more as wild animals or
beasts than as intelligently thoughtful human-adults who can and ought to learn
new neurological pathways or behavior modification to personal success and
opportunity and hygiene.
What does one do with any wild thing or beast?
One drives a wild animal or creature
or beast deep into the forest to fend for itself or one shoots it with a dart
and transports it back into the wild to die there from hunger or it’s brought
to a lab to become a science experiment then discarded with other body parts
when the scientists are done with them or turned into bars of soap from the fat
content of the creature or wild thing’s body.
[If I were to write horror fiction
novels then fat black women’s rear ends would probably make the best soap but
that’s neither here nor there.]
Twelfth,
ghetto black men and women are wrong when they think that their rude
misbehavior will get them far or get them what they wish for, which most likely
they’re looking for attention because they’re a spiritually starved and corrupt
nation without leaders to speak of only people who desire to brainwash them to
steal their little bit of coin one piece at a time.
Thirteenth,
nobody likes ghetto black men and women because they tend to be social bullies
and no one’s crazy enough to socialize with the mentally ill.
Any bully’s indeed a mental case
because they’ve been abused so much and for so long that they can’t
differentiate sanity from violence so they go out of their way looking to
passively abuse their power to create aggressive outcomes in others because
it’s the only way that any sociopath can feel any emotion since they can’t feel
their own emotions they go around spreading violence or hatred to instigate any
sort of negative reaction so that they may feel more alive or so that they may
get attention because they don’t seem to be able to tend to their own deep
wounds or heal completely.
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One
of the main reasons why sons and daughters might want to ‘stick it to’ their
parents and ‘stick it real good’ is because there’s much generational
misunderstanding between familial relations or general and continual difficult
power struggles or emotional or psychological abuse between parent and child /
or / parent and adult child.
I’ve witnessed and lived through the
abusive relationships of intelligent and well educated Jewish and Caucasian
women who either married or ‘got together’ with belligerent and raging angry
black men just to get even with their older parents.
However, this act of defiance only
hurt these women and turned them into victims of circumstance.
It was these women who either got
physically beat up or admonished on a daily basis or controlled or injured or
harmed or economically used in the process of marrying or getting with
belligerent black men lesser than these women’s intellectual ability or
capacity.
To this day many of these women still
lick their deep psychological or emotional wounds to the monstrosities they
invited and brought upon themselves.
One of the most difficult things in the
world is: To watch others self destruct or self harm out of spite.
When others self destruct or self harm
and cut off their nose to spite their face then it’s unbearable to watch
another take a knife to their nose and cut it off by inviting belligerent
subhuman males into their lives to ruin the lives of their family members or
extended friends or neighbors or communities.
When women go after ‘bad boys’ then
that’s just about all that they get, trouble in the form of insignificant men
who abuse their power to get what they want which normally means a handout.
To invite a destroyer into one’s
family or group of friends or neighborhood or community is to have absolutely
no long-term intelligence about the outcome of most situations.
The
reason why some women like what their parents hate is because these women must
seem to feel inadequate in the eyes of their parents.
Since these women seem to feel as
though they won’t ever be able to measure up to their parents’ expectations
then they might just as well under perform by choosing badly when it comes to
any primate.
Choosing a bad or terrible mate is to
accept the role of any ‘glutton for punishment’ because when one pairs off with
those lesser in values or morals or cultural or educational or upbringing
standards other than those higher standard qualities which one grew up with
then all that one can really expect are subpar and low standards in quality of
life and opportunities which lead to a downward spiral of unhappiness and hard
work without much profit or reward in having to care for useless men who either
abuse or refuse to or can’t or don’t know how to provide for their mates and
their family, and by that I mean, not even so much as be able to stay home and
look after their children while women go out into the world and earn their keep
because nowadays that’s what women do.
Women hunt and men gather.
It’s
beyond most humans’ comprehension those who can’t seem to stand any type of
pain (as most people can’t) as to why such intelligent and capable women choose
badly when it comes to partnerships.
Something deeply innately rebellious
lies inside their belly.
That quiet yet rebellious raging
stinking hot fire of anger festers in the middle of a burning pit of such women
who tend to want to punish those whom they believe don’t seem to take them
seriously or care about their ideals as modern women of the world thus they hurt
others just to make their parents angry or to feel some type of internal
turmoil or remorse or guilt or worry or create distrust or uncertainty inside
those who were supposed to understand these women best or most yet failed them
to take them seriously thus such women marry unwisely and against their
parents’ honorable regards simply to kick their parents again and again without
having the courage to get in just one swift kick to the ass (direct talk,
conversation, discussion) out in the open and move on from their infantile or
juvenile manifestation that they’re not understood because no parent truly
understands their children and vice versa.
It’s
only parents who fail to listen to their children who get rebelliousness from
their children when it comes to spite.
To spite any parent for the sake of
it, says, “I hate you.”
To spite any parent for the sake of a
lifetime of hatred, says, “I’ll hate you forever because you, too, hate me. We
both know it deep down inside. You wish you’d never had children but you couldn’t come out and say it because
your generation forbids that type of speech yet you found it your duty to
breed, anyway, when you should’ve not had any children because children bring
down couples’ quality of life as a proven fact thus I’ll make sure you suffer
for doing wrong by us all.”
To spite any parent by finding the
worst type of partner to marry says, “I hate you for not respecting me the way
I needed to be respected thus you shall pay for that failure for the rest of
your days because I’ll make sure you watch your creation get abused on a daily
basis and there’s nothing that you’ll be able to do about it except accept it
and take the abuse right along with me. Ha! So there.”
Any
woman who chooses abuse over respect is out to either get her brains beat in or
out to get her parents for the rest of their natural living lives.
When one worries another then it’s
like a starved child who just can’t get enough attention therefore they go out of
their way to get their needs met either through passive means or aggressive
measures.
Any adult woman who worries her
parents to death must have a vendetta to fulfill either because the parent was
abusive or unjustified in their continual power struggle or plain simply wrong
about everything without having the ability to humble themselves and apologize
for the wrong they caused their children thus their children will and do get
even and send their parents to an early grave of stress or worry or silent pure
sheer hatred for the other.
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In conclusion for today: One of the main
reasons why four out of five ghetto black belligerent angry and screaming
children of these particular families so much as live in our neighborhood is
because they rent which either landlords permit it or rent’s cheap (but not for
long because what landlord doesn’t look forward to the opportunity to justify
raising their rent) or because low working class white women married or got
together with the wrong black ghetto men who can’t seem to uphold to any rules
of civility or propriety therefore such primate donkeys tend to think that they
can take over hard working middle class neighborhoods because they feel
entitled or justified as though someone owes them when really all anyone owes
them is a swift kick to the can and a goodbye.
I’m
beginning to think that low working class white women in these parts don’t
think much of themselves or don’t have much self-esteem therefore they don’t
think much about the consequences they instill upon their mixed race children
or partially spoiled ghetto brats that get away with the excuse that they may
scream their heads off simply and only because they’re half ‘black.’ (Yeah,
right. As if. What a bunch of…)
The reason why four out of five black
ghetto belligerent renting families won’t be around for long is because “money
talks.”
I don’t care how much money one has: When one can’t control their impulse control neurons
then others will oust them out of any neighborhood or job or work or career and
drive them as far away from the action as possible because no sane people want
to deal with mental cases. Period.
Change
is difficult to do.
Positive
change is even more difficult to accomplish.
People
choose not to change because they tend to like the lunacy of their lazy status
quo thus they continue to do the same repetitious act of the mentally insane
(like black belligerent ghetto folk) which it’s only the mentally insane who
can’t seem to control their mouths (or behavior modification) thus they go
around screaming up and down streets in public then they get locked up and
experimented on with a whole bunch of medications like rats.
Change
is hard work.
Change
is done by those who are sane because they know the difference between sanity
and violent lifestyle.
Violence is “aggressive” misbehavior,
“brutal,” “cruel,” “sadistic,” and “vicious.”
The
only reason why one out of five families and their six loud and screaming and ignorant
illiterate ghetto grandchildren live two-doors down from us is because their
Grandmother owns her house and their children take turns living there
bi-weekly.
Their Grandfather had ten children of
his own and one’s in jail.
Most of the Grandfather’s adult
children tend to leave their children with the Grandfather while they possibly
go and party and get high or whatever they do so long as they don’t have to
parent yet the rest of our neighborhood has to be impervious to their violent
misbehavior because the Grandparents are too old to do anything about real and
continuous discipline.
Yes,
did you know that it’s against the law to litter? Yes.
Best Regards;
Gabriel
Word Count Goal: 2,500
Word Count: 2,580
*) Day
#90 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.
Footnotes:
I ran out of time.
Monday, May 19,
2014
“At night, all cows look black.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Piqued (aroused, brought to sharp point,
challenged)
His curiosity piqued when he heard
a devil’s advocate argument for genocide.
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Hello.
***
American Public School Education XV
Consistency XIV
American
Public School Education begins with community.
What’s
consistency?
Consistency is: steadiness, reliability, uniformity,
evenness, stability and regularity.
****
[We’re not Gluttons for Punishment]
Part V
Tomorrow: Why low working class white
women marry uneducated ghetto belligerent black men: To piss off their parents. It’s of vital consequence to choose any
partner wisely.
Best Regards;
Gabriel
Word Count Goal: 1,500
Word Count: 1,529
*) Day
#89 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.
Footnotes:
Yes,
I burned one copy of Nathaniel Hawthorne’s “The Scarlet Letter” during last
night’s bonfire because I neither had a copy of the Quran or Bible to burn.
Our psychopathic and antisocial
neighbors to our backyard two-doors over on our right at the bottom of our hill
played their stereo remarkably loudly for a few hours and then commenced to
shout for a few more hours during a black man’s birthday party because the
‘retarded’ renters for trailer trash white females of this neighborhood allow
for illiterate ghetto black male brats to come here and take over our
neighborhood with their screams and nonsensical shouts and loud stereo speakers
with no ability to establish meaningful personal relationships with their
hosts’ neighbors therefore we started a bonfire and smoked out our stupid
neighbors and their rude guests and screaming ghetto crack baby children while
I threatened to burn the Bible and Quran because it seems that both books make
liars out of subhuman males and females therefore these books aren’t worth much
to society other than bonfire material.
No,
I didn’t burn any books to shock anyone.
No,
I’m not a Hasid.
I
burned books to let our psychopathic and antisocial neighbors know the awesome
power of American freedom of expression.
Only in America can one burn books in
one’s backyard and no one will come and arrest anyone because that’s one’s
Constitutional Right to express oneself as one wishes to do so.
However, when one abuses their power
or disturbs the peace of others then neighbors may call the police and put a
stop to getting forced to listen to their other drunken neighbors and their
stupid guests go on about nothing at all for five straight hours as if they
were interesting to listen to when really they’re only donkey arse who come into
our neighborhood from “the” ghetto with their filth and crack babies and scream
for hours on end.
Plus, last night children under the
age of twelve (12) were out and about screaming their heads off around our
neighborhood streets up until 9:10pm. Curfew’s 9:00pm.
Crack
babies and their dysfunctional and lazy parents will soon get squeezed out of
this neighborhood because we’ve started to put ten-thousand dollars ($10,000)
towards annual property value improvements per yearly budget.
We’ll continue to do that for the next
decade (10 years) until either slum landlords will have to raise their rent up
to one-two thousand dollars ($1,000-$2,000+) or more per unit or people
with money like all of us (income bracket(s): $100,000-$200,000+ or more in combined annual salaries per
family of four per household) will move back into middle class professional
working neighborhoods like ours and purchase their beautiful homes for a song
or property value will sky rocket and mostly people with sixty-three thousand
($63,000+) (national annual middle class income) per family of four will be
able to afford to live well and not a penny less because it’s been explained to
me that the median market value in 2014 on our block is between mainly $103,000
to $114,000 (correction).
(The real estate market value for our
block isn’t $200,000 (two hundred thousand) and that leads us to believe that
it’s a middle class professional working neighborhood because the average
(median) annual salaried income for a family of four seems to be $50,000 fifty
thousand dollars, however, in the Twin Cities the average (median) annual
salaried income for a family of four is $38,000 thirty eight thousand.)
If that’s not an educated or good
enough alternative then we’ll ‘up the ante’ and make it one hundred and fifty
thousand dollars ($150,000+) general annual income salary per family of four
because we’ve got time and money to sit around and watch the demographics
change into something intellectually peaceful because Liberal Arts
intellectuals are moving back into cities and they’re looking for prime real
estate and this is it, baby.
Like
hell, when it comes to shocking people: I’m no longer nineteen.
I’m a mature woman of thirty-seven.
If I wanted to shock people then I’d
strip buck arse naked and walk around our backyard or masturbate in front of
our neighbors and their guests; although that’s not a bad idea. (No,
seriously.)
Power
and shock are two quite different things.
Today, I invested stock in a bible
manufacturer just so that I may burn the Bible every weekend this summer.
Don’t nobody dare lie to me no more
about ‘loving others as ourselves’ or about good natured church abiding black
folk because that’s a myth and a lie if I’ve ever heard one.
(My
Father told me the truth: He said that ‘love others as yourself’ is only a
myth made up as a propaganda and commercial campaign by the church going back
about two thousand years and ‘worthless’ he said because humans still murder
each other in the name of God and in cold blood. My Father told me not to be a
sucker and not to fall for the lies of the Vatican or the Bible and their
propaganda campaigns because they’re just as bad as Hitler’s psychological
abusive campaigns were.)
I look forward to burning everything I’ve ever read by Maya
Angelou and Martin Luther King, Jr. this summer 2014. I’ve got a list to go
through of as many lying black modern and historical writers as possible that I
may find.
Fire’s
for cleansing and renewal in the Indigenous Maya tradition.
I’ll be doing just that as I send
prayers to the Gods to wipe the slate clean of ignorant or disrespectful or
lazy or crude or insolent or rude or illiterate or belligerent or lying or
screaming ghetto black people off of the face of the Universe(s).
May mankind not see the likes of them
forevermore because they don’t serve any other function other than to instigate
hatred into the hearts of others because not only do they self-loathe yet
they’re also proud to be nothing or to accomplish nothing or to do nothing.
What a dichotomy. Insane in the membrane
(lyrics to a song.)
Illiterate
black ghetto belligerent people are mentally ill because they keep repeating
the same stupid misbehavior that doesn’t get them different or positive
outcomes or results with others therefore no one wants them around because
they’re plain abusive and mean-hearted no matter what cultural excuse they may
use they’re still dumb or abrasive or loathsome or disturbing creatures who
aren’t much good for anything other than to pass bowel movements or suck up
air.
How
pissed off are you right about now?
Okay,
we’re possibly getting somewhere with enlighten.
No one comes out and says it but illiterate
black ghetto belligerent people are social bullies in the sandbox and that’s
why no one wants to play with them and it’s their own damn fault and no one
else’s and that’s exactly why low working class white women get with them so
that they get their brains bashed in or so that they may anger their white
parents who know better than their ignorant sons or daughters who are angry for
different reasons all together than ghetto black people are so they may unite
their anger and rot together while here on Earth.
Don’t nobody lie to me
no more about the
intellectual and respectful capacity of illiterate black ghetto belligerent
folk. Liars, liars, pants on fire. Git.
Go away, where no one can hear you or
see you reiterate your anger and plight like you’re the only ones in the entire
world who suffer hardships because your contributions to humanity are zero
therefore humanity doesn’t have a need for you.
What are you going to do about this
truth?
Well, you’re already mad.
What’s new?
Nothing much.
Flocks don’t even know what exactly
“love others as yourself” means therefore they hate with the guts of the devil
and they go out of their way to prove it on a daily or weekly basis.
No, I don’t believe in genocide.
However, I can see how others do.
Now, I’m just playing a devil’s
advocate argument to get you to think.
Peace at all cost.
Get going.
Learn anything valuable.
Do it soon.
Humanity’s sick and tired of black
ghetto people screaming but not contributing anything of worth to culture or
society.
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“Byerly’s” in Golden Valley is
amazing.
My receipt reads: General Manager:
Todd Moff___. (Thank you.)
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Yes, Eric will continue to shop at Cub
Foods on 36th Avenue North because we fell in love with their
organic / natural section which is one of the best in the Twin Cities.
Seriously, it’s beautifully kept.
However, I shan’t set foot at Crystal’s Cub Store for the next
two years to get back the two years they wasted and took from my life in bad
service.
We can only hope that Cub gets their house in order during that two
year period so that we may shop there for years to come, however, it’s
difficult to say. Bad habits are hard to
break.
We just loved the convenience and
location of Cub. Again Cub’s organic / natural section is better than most
CO-OPs. Oh, I shall miss it there!!!
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This morning we purchased a 2013 new-used
vehicle with 5,000 miles on it. It drives beautifully and it was well taken
care of for the past year by an older couple. (Thank you.) More later…
Friday, May 16,
2014
“A man looks to you the way you look
at him.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Pittance (small portion, allowance)
The admission price to the
entertainment was a mere pittance.
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Hello.
***
American Public School Education XIV
Consistency XIII
American
Public School Education begins with community.
What’s
consistency?
Consistency is: steadiness, reliability, uniformity,
evenness, stability and regularity.
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[We’re not Gluttons for Punishment]
Part IV
To
be consistent, one must first begin by learning to become a great steward of
their body, mind, soul and spirit and behavior.
One must learn to watch out for
themselves and their good behavior and moods and what they eat, drink, think
and practice in order to develop and become great stewards of themselves and
eventually their neighborhoods and communities and states and country and
world.
It’s
a lot of hard work to eventually become a great and excellent self regulatory
steward especially when it takes persistent and continually diligent hard work
which leads to boat loads of fun.
There’s no cutting corners or getting
around becoming and developing into a great self regulatory steward because
when one cheats oneself from a good teeth flossing then eventually one’s teeth
will fall out from one’s head and their mouth will become puckered and they
shan’t be able to enunciate words correctly and that aspect of their lives will
be over forever and there’ll be a loss and not a gain even when one gets
measured for dentures there’s nothing like one’s natural teeth.
Nature’s that way: Tough.
Cold and cruel and difficult when one
isn’t persistently good at what they do, then nature begins to take over and
bacteria grows inside one’s mouth and gums will bleed and rot and teeth fall
out.
To
learn consistently good behavior isn’t a waste of neither time nor effort
because good behavior and great habits lead to places of excellence and success
especially when no one’s looking for one to do the right thing yet one does it
anyway because by the time one becomes an adult of eighteen and they’ve
practiced good consistent behavior then that behavior becomes second nature to
that young adult like taking in deep breaths to show clarity of mind instead of
screaming their heads off when they’re tired or frustrated or annoyed or
wrongfully treated or they automatically throw away their garbage or trash or
recycling in proper waste and recycling bins.
Consistently
good behavior and great habits and excellent manners in behavior lead one to
amazing opportunities those which one didn’t know they previously existed.
The code to excellence and happiness
is hard work and eventually behavior develops into excellence and moderation becomes
the key to success that opens up worlds of awe and wonder.
One can’t expect everyone to be
saintly all of the time because humans make mistakes, nevertheless, the work of
any great regulatory steward is to be on the watch out for greatness because it
does exist and it begins at home with manners and repetitious good practiced
habits.
When
any child or youth steps out of line then one may look straight to their
caretakers or legal guardians or parents to be the ones that do social harm or
injustice or badly by their child or youth because that child or youth begins
to get left behind just that little bit in their social standing until they
eventually come in last and no one wants to socialize with them because they
lose the foot race to calm and peaceful communication and interaction with
others.
I’d rather deal with a child that’s
respectful who loses every track meet in their lives then a winner yet a real
headache for everyone else to deal with.
A real winner is a child or youth who
has great regard and respect for their surroundings and isn’t a destroyer of
life or dignity.
When
any child or youth is unruly or crass or crude or a consistent screamer or
yeller or loud or shirker then they become stubborn to form new and positive
patterns or habits, especially patterns that they’ll need to understand and
comprehend vast and complex signals of communicative information that’ll lead
to mature interactions in an adult world of opportunity and eventually open
doors.
When
any child or youth is unruly or crass or crude or a consistent screamer or
yeller or loud or shirker it’s because the adults in their lives lack wisdom or
discipline of knowledge in the know-how to teach or to show their minors how to
better conduct themselves in a world of adults who notice everything.
When
any child or youth gets neglected in the finite aspects of public or social
presentation then immediately those who’ve been properly brought up or are far
more educated than others, they can see right through the discrepancy (inconsistency)
of that minor’s misbehavior and exactly how the adults in their lives failed
them on one of the most important habits all around; consistent civility and
good conduct and respect.
*****
I’d
rather see a CEO or boss or business owner or an entrepreneur hire any person
who’s green on the job yet they hold great and excellent values because their
continually good behavior and great habits show that they are the people they
say they are when they can and do continually and respectfully treat others
humanely; whether others are physically handicapped or mentally ill or obese or
with any type of special needs or without money.
No, I don’t care where people come
from so long as they can show persistently and continually good behavior and
great habits and respectful attitude for others and nature and animals because
to be persistently and continually respectful is either second nature to
someone or eventually their façade falls apart and that person will show their
true colors when they can’t consistently approach daily problem solving or
relationships without taking advantage of others or instigating conflict no
matter how quiet a psychological pincher tends to be when they pinch another,
then that other person will scream out “Ouch!” because getting pinched hurts,
no matter how much an emotional pincher may look around a room and says,
“What?” Everybody around them knows
exactly what.
I
think and strongly believe that before any student gets handed any scholarship
or academic money award that those in authority of handing out such
scholarships ought to take time and make an effort to speak to that particular
student’s neighbors on an entire block because that block is any child or
youth’s extended village.
How any child or youth conducts themselves
amongst those in their extended village says everything about the type of worker or human they’ll develop into
and if they can be trusted to do well by others or not especially as their
level of responsibility or power grows in the world.
I’ve
come across many young people who are great on paper yet nasty in person and a
total and complete waste of time or money to any scholarship foundation or
academic financial fund when they continuously bully their villages or
neighbors or terrorize their communities and continuously throw garbage or
litter on their next door neighbor’s yard or sidewalk or scream up and down
their block because they’re high on sugar or unruly or starved for attention
thus they’ll get attention anywhere they can because they so badly need to plug
into a tit and feed from mother’s milk.
No, absolutely not.
Adults
would have to be absolutely “insane” (modern English term) to pass out
scholarships or financial academic funds or rewards to young people who can’t
so much as control their impulse to belittle or mock their neighbors on a daily
or weekly basis or the villages hence they live-in, just because the adults in
these youth’s lives are too ignorant or lazy to show them the correct and
proper way to act during different settings or scenarios especially where they
live which the single most important relationships one will hold in life is
amongst their neighbors and coworkers even when one doesn’t ever speak to them.
When one ‘shits where they eat’ then
one tends to walk around with shit smeared all over their face and everyone knows exactly what.
There ought to be prerequisites that
any minor up for consideration of any scholarship must prove a good track
record with their neighbors and communities.
Any minor up for scholarship
consideration ought to be able to self regulate their impulse control to clean
front yards and sidewalks by disposing of trash or candy wrappers or recycling
in proper bins.
Any minor up for scholarship
consideration ought to have a track record that they aren’t known for littering
outside their home or in front of their and their neighbor’s sidewalk or green
spaces or parks or communities season after season because that automatically
disqualifies them for scholarships of any type.
When any minor can’t seem to control
their impulses and they continually throw trash or recycling on the ground
around their neighborhood and community or they continually scream around their
neighborhood then most likely they shan’t be able to control their impulses in
a courtroom as lawyers or judges or in an operating room as surgeons or in a
boardroom as CEO’s or in their marriages as good spouses.
I
strongly believe that any child or youth who screams or throws litter or trash
or recycling anywhere that that
misbehavior is grounds to be disqualified for any scholarship or academic money
award no matter how many A’s they may have on their report card.
No, I’m not one for standing in the
way of success.
I love nothing more than when people
succeed because I’ve succeeded thousands of times over and over again in my
personal and professional life therefore I have no envy or jealousy about the
successes of other, however, I don’t believe that awards or scholarships or
monies ought to be handed over to children or youth who continually bully an
entire neighborhood atmosphere simply because the adults in their lives refuse
them social refuge from their dysfunctional selves.
The
reason as to why I don’t trust some of the youth who frequent “Manor Park” to
do right by our neighborhood or community or world at large is because they
haven’t been taught to do so by adults in their lives therefore the adults are
somewhat useless to society at large and thus will their children.
Every time that I come across
children’s litter and trash such as empty chip bags or candy wrappers or sports
drink bottles at the far end of that beautiful baseball diamond field then the
parents of No Name city pretty much say, “Since you cleanup Manor Park could
you also wipe clean our children’s arses because they’ve got shit dangling from
their rear ends and since you’re at it then why not clean everything for us. We
just don’t make the time to teach our children how to throw their trash or
litter or recycling in proper bins because no one’s taught us so we don’t think
it important to teach them because you’ll be coming around to wipe all of our
arses clean each week. Thanks.”
I think that some of the more
neglectful adults in this No Name city are far more destructive to their children
or youth’s future than anyone else ever could be for that matter and no wonder
no one climbs that ladder of success into boardrooms or surgical rooms or
courtrooms because they don’t have the basic functions to succeed in a world of
excellence therefore they must not be granted advancement until they learn
discipline by heart and as second nature otherwise they’d probably get others
injured or hurt or killed and that’s why good behavior and excellent self
regulatory stewardship counts and matters immensely to prove that one is who
they say they are while they represent their families out in a world of
unknowns.
Best Regards;
Gabriel
Word Count Goal: 2,059
Word Count: 2,092
Word Count thus far this week: 10,036
*) Day
#89 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.
Footnotes:
All of the following areas are in dire
need of garbage and litter and recycling pickup or cleanup. (Please. Thank
you.)
*) “S. Wayzata Boulevard” (Kenwood
neighborhood) from “Penn Avenue” to “Cedar Lake Parkway / Wirth Parkway”
*) “394 West and East” freeway ramps
near downtown, Minneapolis
*) “Van White and Dunwoody” (394 East
/ West) freeway ramps
*) “Olson Memorial Highway” (Highway
55) from “Welcome to Minneapolis” sign to “N. 7th Street”
*) “Wirth Parkway” from “Cedar Lake
Parkway” to “Wirth Golf Course”
Monday’s Footnotes:
*) “Periscope” and “VitaFusion” and
“MINE” clothing line.
*) “Shoppes
at Arbor Lakes” in Maple Grove, Minnesota:
(More later…)
Thursday, May 15,
2014
“It is the worm that lures the fish,
not the fisherman and not the rod.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Tyro (a beginner or learner, a novice, amateur)
He was more than a tyro in the
art of cryptography or the analysis of it.
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[Awkward ESL and rushed language
corrections were made.]
[Correction
from “residence” to “residents.”]
[Correction
from “coward” to “cowered.”]
[Correction
from “taught” to “taut.”]
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Hello.
***
American Public School Education XIII
Consistency XII
American
Public School Education begins with community.
What’s
consistency?
Consistency is: steadiness, reliability, uniformity,
evenness, stability and regularity.
****
[We’re not Gluttons for Punishment]
Part III
As
of this morning it got explained to me by cultural experts that the reason for
this area’s disrespectful treatment of “guests” or “patrons” or “customers” is
because our local bad cashiers don’t care if customers return to their store or
not.
What do bad cashiers care?
They don’t.
Cashiers don’t get paid enough to be
respectful or civil to patrons or customers or guests so they’re disrespectful
because bad cashiers tend to believe or think that respect only comes in the
form of dollar bills. (Shamefully illiterate bad cashiers and their managers.)
It’s no sweat off their back if customers return or not therefore bad cashiers tend
to believe or think that they can treat “guests” as badly as they possibly can
get away with it because even when bad cashiers are “let go” (like servants)
then they’ll most likely go someplace else and start all over again with their
abuse of customers or guests or patrons and not think twice about it because
cashiers can jump from business to business while they create a bad reputation
for their employers or store.
Most likely the reason why “big wigs”
or owners don’t hear about cashier misconduct is because conflicts are kept
between very few parties such as a cashier and a manager and a customer, except
when one writes for a living then matters get shared with about one million
folks worldwide then it puts others on a spotlight to step up and do the right
thing by all and become decent and respectful to customers who work, too, hard
to earn their keep to be treated like
dirt when they shop at any local store near them.
[The plume is mightier than the sword.]
It’s been explained to me that it’s
apathy and carelessness.
As
of this morning it’s been explained to me by cultural experts that the reason
as to why “Kenwood’s” prominent and wealthy neighborhood looks like “the”
ghetto on the edge of “S. Wayzata Boulevard” and “394 East” bound from “Penn
Avenue” to “Cedar Lake Parkway / Wirth Parkway” is because slumlords have most
likely moved into “Kenwood” neighborhood and taken over that edge of town
allowing for that section of “Kenwood” to go to the dogs like some
“overpriced-ghetto” sections of uptown are to “Calhoun Square” or “Lake of the
Isles.”
It was also explained to me that most
likely it’s the same type of slumlords or slum building managers who run
uptown, Minneapolis that have moved into “Kenwood’s” “S. Wayzata Boulevard.”
(Shamefully illiterate slumlords and their slum building managers.)
It’s been explained to me that it’s
apathy and carelessness.
Okay.
*****
Misconduct
is: “Bad behavior,” “misbehavior,” “delinquency,” “misdemeanors,” “wrongdoing,”
“transgression (disobedience, offense).”
Disrespect
is: “Disregard (ignore, discount),” “lack of respect,” “contempt (disdain,
disapproval, scorn),” “disrepute (disgrace),” “insolence (impudence,
presumption, rudeness),” “impertinence (impoliteness, brazenness, lip).”
Rude
is: “Impolite,” “discourteous,” “bad-mannered,” “uncouth,” “offensive,” “foul,”
“vulgar,” “boorish (coarse, crude, ignorant),” “disrespectful.”
Consistency
isn’t continual disrespectful misconduct. No.
It’s
not enough to have a few extended neighbors or community members do all of the
garbage or trash or litter pickup or cleanup in any one given neighborhood.
It’s
not enough to have a majority of extended neighbors or community members be
respectful all of the time while only a few disrespectful minority neighbors
take over an entire rest of a neighborhood with their loud public screams and
swears and yells at the top of their lungs while they walk down streets on a
daily or weekly basis.
It’s
not enough to have a thoughtful and respectful community of extended neighbors
or community members while a minority few bad check-out clerks or cahiers
mistreats an entire city of hardworking people because cashiers don’t get paid
fair or decent wages.
It’s
not enough to be mediocre.
Communities
and neighborhoods must maintain standards of decency and respect for the
benefit of all those who live there in good times and in bad times especially
through tough economic times otherwise it’s simply and only a marriage of
convenience.
When any community or neighborhood is
only respectful and decent in good times but not in bad times then that
community or neighborhood doesn’t make for a good marriage and becomes a
complete waste of time to others who live there while they could be living in
possibly poorer or more disadvantaged neighborhoods with decent and respectful
neighbors by their side and feel ten times better about their contribution to
their surrounding neighbors than if their neighbors acted like they wanted to
kick in their other neighbors’ teeth every time they saw each other or
encountered one another or screamed and yelled just because they were so out of
control with themselves and their lives.
Any community or neighborhood that’s
only respectful and decent to others in good times but not in bad times is like
a spoilt wife who’s only good and decent and respectful to her husband when
he’s got money for her to go out and shop otherwise if he didn’t have any money
then she’d mistreat him because she believes that it’s her right to be handed
money without having to work for it thus, a rude and crass bitch she makes, as
well as for a terrible and lonesome and heart-breaking and annoying partner to
any good man who works extremely hard for his money to provide for a child-wife
who refuses to grow up and mature into an adult woman.
To
take out one’s bitterness or anger or sadness and desperation upon complete perfect
strangers such as guests or patrons or customers at any store is to say that
one is blatant about how one feels about themselves.
When one is rude then one broadcasts
that one feels hopeless or helpless or privileged or entitled about their emotions
therefore they use that as an excuse to be completely and totally out of line
with other more perfect strangers thus the cycle of hatred continues and no one
seems to want to do right or well by others because the moment that one ‘throws
the first punch’ or becomes full of contempt or impertinence or coarse
misbehavior to any stranger then that perfect stranger in turn will want to do
the same right back to any inappropriate clerk or waitress or manager who
disrespected them in the first place (unless the customer is the bigger person)
possibly causing further injury while creating a status quo of lose-lose
situation and no one wins this hideous battle of discrimination and prejudice
for their fellow citizens and civilians and a cycle of psychological or
demeanor or verbal or physical body language violence continues to get
perpetuated by an entire community or neighborhood. (Easier said than done.)
It’s
not enough to do all of the right things by textbook definition or standards
then turn around and be patronizing or condescending or racist to any customer
because then it defeats all purpose or intent to be a great community steward
or server or clerk or manager or waiter or anything else for that manner.
******
Some
of the worst service I ever received in my entire life were in places that I
repetitiously attended throughout the years to give them multiple chances to
change their racist or classist demeanor in misbehavior: As far as terrible
service without any hope for change was in uptown, Minneapolis, however, and
more precisely it was “Old Arizona,” “Muddy Waters II” and “Spyhouse Coffee.”
[No, please don’t stop
frequenting these establishments.
If anything, go there
and demand great service because it’s your right.
I just couldn’t get
through to their fat melon brains filled with fluid because I’m a woman of
color and in this Twin Cities Metro Area that combination represents a “n_____”
or a “spick” or a “drunk Indian” and we don’t count for much less our voice so
it’s futile for me to make a change when it must first come from educated
whites.]
The
only reason why I didn’t leave these establishments while in complete and total
tears is because I’m stubborn and idealistic about fairness and justice and
equality.
I believe in a good fight when it
comes to standing up for the right of others to sit peacefully and quietly in
any establishment and enjoy one’s Italian soda without anyone, much less, wait
staff wanting to beat their customers’ face in or make judgments for whatever
reason.
The only reason why I even so much as
frequented these establishments is because I used to live within less than one
mile away from all of these places and used to ride my skateboard over there in
hot summer months but it was always a bad time and a complete waste of my
dollars because the wait staff were complete “lunatics” (modern English term)
so I gave up, on giving away my money to social insane asylums even though they
were convenient and near to our flat at that time.
I
did, used to stick it out; the patronizing or condescending tone of voice in
our service workers who more or less meant to say, “I fucking hate myself
therefore I hate you, too, and I’ll treat you like it.”
The way that I justified taking that
much abuse from spoilt trailer trash hipsters was that I had just as much right
to be there as anyone else even though everything about their service said, “If
you don’t get up and leave soon then we’ll punch your teeth in.”
Our money wasn’t good enough therefore
I got treated subhuman.
Now that I stopped frequenting these
establishments there’s not one single reason for me to return there ever again.
I can’t think of one single reason for me to go there. Nope. None.
I took their abuse because I had
enough little kid hope in me that they’d come around and find their humanity. It never happened.
It wasn’t until a source informed me
that mostly everybody surrounding
these businesses allegedly snorts ‘enough cocaine to kill a small horse’ then I
understood why everyone was on edge
all of the time and acted like they were ready to spontaneously combust.
*******
As
of this morning, I was just informed by cultural experts that mostly and mainly
many of uptown, Minneapolis’s low working class hipster servers who are now in
their 30’s and 40’s happen to be the children of Crystal and our city (That
Which Shall Not Be Named).
Well, well, well.
That apple didn’t fall very far from
that tree.
Okay, now this is fascinating to me.
So,
some of the rude store clerks in their fifties and sixties in Crystal as well
as our No Name city are the mothers of uptown’s low working class cocaine
induced hipsters with God awful tattoos that look more like someone threw up
dark vomit on their skin.
Oh, my, my, my.
I could write horror fiction novels
all day long about this particular subject.
The pieces to this puzzle are coming
together.
I’m finally putting together this
nightmarish Frankenstein experiment that just can’t seem to find its epicenter
or compass or determination towards a more unified humanistic approach in
respectful communication and interaction.
I get it.
So
Crystal’s and No Name city’s mothers are bitter as hell to be considered low
working class peoples at their age in their local grocery stores while their
spoilt low working class adult children are bitter to have only moved five
miles to uptown to continue their legacy as low working class citizens just
like their parents except the only difference is that their parents own
mortgages while their adult children possibly and most likely live in uptown
and pay exorbitant rent to slumlords. (Ouch.)
No wonder everybody’s so bitter and
unpleasant and unhappy.
Why didn’t you tell me this before?
We could’ve done something about it
earlier than today as we have in other cities. (Doh!)
Redistribution of wealth.
I’ll have to give it a great deal of
consideration.
I’ve got a tremendous amount of mercy
when I understand anything at all and when I don’t understand something then I
tend to want to have absolutely nothing to do with any of it because I’ll run
as fast and as far as I can from misunderstanding, however. Understanding
creates compassion in my heart for others.
Okay.
Checkmate.
I win.
I owe myself a peaceful Italian soda someplace
in the Twin Cities Metro Area but not uptown.
Everything that’s lead me to this
point is to become a leader quietly behind the scenes of real power thus I
shan’t mistreat you yet one mustn’t mistreat anyone else, either, because
others don’t deserve one’s wrath or misjudgment or misguided anger.
Pick up watercolor or woodcarving or
Tai Chi since one’s that angry.
Best Regards;
Gabriel
Word Count Goal: 2,500
Word Count: 2,784
*) Day
#88 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.
Footnotes:
Last
Friday, May 9, 2014, my six “Regular” sized medium and large “Soft-Vintage Crew
Neck Tees” from “Old Navy” arrived in the mail.
To my misjudgment and disappointment I
ordered three “Regular Medium” and three “Regular Large” tees and not a single
one of these t-shirts fit well because they were, too, tight right behind my
armpits and quite long on me.
I jumped back online (internet) that
same Friday night (May 9, 2014) and ordered six more “Petite Large” tees.
To
my surprise they just arrived by mail today, five days sooner than I expected
them to. (Thank you.)
Just now I tried one on.
This t-shirt fit like a loose and
perfect glove.
This t-shirt fit perfectly in all the
right places.
Once again I can accentuate an
hourglass figure around my waist sidelines (silhouette) without my little bit
of belly fat sticking out from behind the t-shirt’s material on the front or
back because this excellent material neither clings to my little bit of body
fat nor accentuates my breasts yet gives them a perfect look of perkiness and
centeredness and evenness that only the Crew-cut does, that the V-cut doesn’t.
(Thank you.)
These
t-shirts accentuate in all the right places and minimize in all the right
places for a petite woman like myself (5’2” and 150 pounds (as of today) still
yet I hold the same inch tape measurements (bust, waist, hips) as someone of
135 pounds or so I’ve been informed by fashion designers.)
My tape measurements say it all more
so than pounds do.
I’m as small as a 135 pound human is.
I’m petite but muscular even though
I’m told that I’m “obese” by Western doctors.
I’m made of rock solid muscle and a
little bit of stomach fat and round Indigenous breasts. (I know what my body is
like and I’m not ashamed or embarrassed by any of it. I like the way I look
even though I’m not an ideal fashion skinny model type.)
These
t-shirts have made me incredibly happy.
These t-shirts are made in Cambodia.
I don’t know what it is about Cambodia
yet they sure tend to make some of the best clothes in the world for mass
production and mass manufacture. Cambodia gets it right every single time. The
‘craftsmanship’ / human effort doesn’t go unnoticed. (Thank you.)
It’s the best birthday present I’ve
given me in years.
I shan’t forget this for years to
come.
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Oh, wow. “Manor Park” looked amazing
today. It took my breath away to see so much effort go into “Manor Park.”
There was some scattered litter yet for
the most part the grass had been freshly mowed and the baseball diamond has
fresh new painted white lines and the soccer field has been aligned and
partitioned off from the baseball field by white painted lines and the soccer
nets were set up and the “Marlboro light” cigarette butts picked up from the
far end of the park and also the Styrofoam cups were gone. (Thank you.)
None of this tremendous effort goes
unnoticed.
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Yes, even though we had one delicious
piece of Chocolate birthday cake from Macy’s bakery, yesterday morning, we
don’t count that towards our overall non-sugar eating efforts.
We decided that we can have sugar on
each other’s birthday and Holidays.
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Eric’s got bronchitis for the first
time in his life and he’s been a non-smoker or drug user his entire life.
Well, there’s always a first time for everything.
Wednesday, May 14,
2014
“Not everyone at whom dogs bark is a
thief.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Happy Birthday Everyone!
It’s my thirty-seventh (37) birthday.
I’m staying in pajamas all day long.
I’ll watch non-commercial films and
snack on popcorn and other healthy snacks and do absolutely no work.
My only birthday wish is to indulge in
one slice of moist chocolate cake for breakfast which Eric’s bringing home
tonight. Although poor little Eric. He’s got a doc’s appointment at 8:00am.
Wishing you beauty, love, respect,
sincerity and regard for all life.
Cheers.
See you on Thursday!
With Love;
Gabriel
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#87 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.
Footnotes:
I’ve fallen in love with a show
called: “One Foot in the Grave.”
I’ve fallen in love with a show
called: “Nelson’s Column.”
Oh, I’ve yet to write about “Captain America.”
The latest “Spider Man” was a D rated
terrible film.
Garbage, really.
What’s Sonny thinking?
Oh, there’re not.
Tuesday, May 13,
2014
“The man who keeps silent in the face
of abuse is a true Hasid.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Ablution (a washing or cleansing)
He performed his ablution
hurriedly.
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[Awkward ESL and rushed language
corrections were made.]
Hello.
***
American Public School Education XII
Consistency XI
American
Public School Education begins with community.
What’s
consistency?
Consistency is: steadiness, reliability, uniformity,
evenness, stability and regularity.
****
[We’re not Gluttons for Punishment]
Part II
On
Saturday, May 10, 2014 at exactly six in the morning (6am) four black youth of
about fifteen or sixteen years of age, screamed and swore at the top of their
lungs while they walked up one street over and publically fought amongst
themselves.
Quickly, I threw on a pair of jeans
and sweatshirt and flip flops and made a mad dash for our front door and stood
there while I made out four distinctive silhouettes about half a block away
from our front walkway.
In a neat succession (progression) a
tallish and lanky and skinny male at the front of the line wore a dark sports
jacket and walked in front of one female who wore pink jeans while she carried
a dark backpack in her right hand with neatly parted shoulder length black
braids and a third skinny male wore a dark jacket in the same style as the
first male at the front of the line while the last skinny male wore a white
t-shirt and waved his right arm about in an extreme gesture of anger.
Yes,
they raged and screamed and cursed and swore at each other as they made their
way up our neighborhood street.
I placed my thumb and pointer finger
of my right hand into my mouth and right under my tongue and whistled as hard
as I could just as one does in the jungle as a warning signal that death or
danger are imminently nearby then I shouted, “No, absolutely not.”
I whistled again and then for a third
time.
The youth turned their eyes where the
whistle came from but didn’t turn their heads. Something in their melon sized
brains registered that they were indeed disturbing our neighborhood peace at
that ungodly hour.
I
walked back inside and placed a call to our local police department which their
operator informed me that the cops were ‘on it’ and that many other phone calls
had been placed about this particular matter.
Speaking to their 9-1-1 switchboard
police operator was the best and most positive experience I’ve ever had yet
thus far ever since we moved into our neighborhood on August 1, 2012.
I could tell that she was making a
tremendous effort to keep residents (correction) informed about noise
complaints and disturbance and fight that took place on that morning. (Her
efforts didn’t go unnoticed.) Thank you.
She spoke to me like a concerned
private citizen adult who cares about where we live and what happens here to us
all. Not once was she patronizing about my real and serious concerns.
Great.
Lovely.
Moving on.
*****
I
started coffee.
We
sat down to breakfast because by 6:30am we were fully awake and there wasn’t
much else we could do about that.
We talked about how our neighborhood
is almost nearly perfect except for some
of the screaming and swearing and angry black youth and their parents who’ve
made it a habit to scream and swear up and down our neighborhood streets.
(Shame.)
Yet
again we’ve got other black folks and neighbors who are exemplary role model
citizens and civilians who happen to be incredible and exceptionally good
neighbors who take our breath away at how hard they work and how quiet they are
or how orderly they conduct their private affairs behind closed doors.
We’re shocked that some uneducated and illiterate
and angry black people will take their troubles to the street and scream at the
top of their lungs on a daily or weekly basis.
Like my Father said; “‘Once, a mishap,
twice, a mistake and a third time a habit.’”
It
seems that some of the more illiterate black population in our city choose not
to control themselves or their misconduct particularly while out in public thus
blacks create a negative stereotype for themselves as well as an illiterate
portrayal of ignorant blacks who can’t seem to develop their higher intellect
therefore they can’t advance in societal culture at large.
It’s too bad that very few and
repeating offenders who disturb our neighborhood peace tend to create a bad
stereotype for all of those other more remarkable and incredible black
neighbors who do mind their business and are quiet at all times because they
signed a social contract to contribute to our neighborhood and not to suck up
all of the air out of it.
By moving into any “middle class”
professional working neighborhood (sixty-three thousand or more per annual
income salary for a family of four, $63,000+) then one automatically signs a
social contract to do well by their neighborhood and to follow the social norms
of that particular neighborhood like respectful and quiet and peaceful and
harmonious conduct with clean streets and yards and sidewalks and without
having to blast any car stereo every Thursday night at 11:40pm (two-doors down
from us) just because one’s def or angry about their lot in life or their world
around them or because they’ve come out of the womb an illiterate crack baby or
an ignorant uneducated fool who refuses to develop and mature and become an
adult and contributor to society. (How creepy indeed to be that dumb at all.) (Paraphrase to lyrics.)
******
On
Saturday, May 10, 2014 at exactly seven-fifteen in the morning (7:15am) I left
home to go to the grocery shop at “Cub Foods” at 5301 36th Avenue
North in Crystal.
I broke my Sabbath because Eric’s been
terribly ill with a sinus infection and head cold for over a week now.
We’d already been terribly awoken that
morning therefore I thought that I might as well go grocery shop and get it out
of the way as a weekend chore.
To my surprise when I’d arrived at Cub
I noticed that the garbage on their side of their fence on Hwy 100 North had
been cleared and picked up while that “Holiday” gas station looked superb as it
always does.
Cub’s parking lot has always had much garbage
strewn all over it yet they seem to be making a real effort for the most part
more so than when we first set foot there almost two years ago when I almost
turned on my heels and ran, just having to look at their parking lot filled
with garbage and litter and trash.
*******
This
past Saturday, I did our shopping, and everything went smooth and without a
hitch until the very end when I got in line to pay for our groceries.
In front of me, an older woman in her
late fifties with white hair spoke about high school prom coming up to our
cashier a sour looking woman in her early sixties with pursed pruned lips.
The patron informed our cahier about
how her son wasn’t going to be allowed to go to prom if he didn’t pull decent
grades this term.
She went to explain to our cashier
about how her son’s behavior and his school year went.
When my groceries made their way to
the start of the beltline then I took away the black plastic divider stick and
placed it directly right behind my groceries so that the impeccably dressed
little black girl behind me and her well mannered mother could place their
groceries on the beltline without having to wait for mine to get rung up.
I pleasantly made room for them
without speaking a single word to either one of them.
I
moved forward right behind the actual cash register that blocked my face from
the cashier and stood there with my left hand resting on my cart.
The woman in front of me had taken a
long time doing something (I didn’t notice what exactly.)
The prom mom in front of me kept
moving back and forth from the bagging station to the middle of the checkout
beltline (past the cashier) but wasn’t actually bagging up anything much less
her groceries (she was simply arranging them) and before I noticed what was
holding her up she returned to the paying stand next to the cash register and
gave a victimizing look at our cashier.
I slowly and slightly moved backwards
because with a broken toe I’m always afraid to fall over when suddenly our
cashier barked orders at me, “She hasn’t paid. Move back!”
I was astonishingly startled to hear
another adult speak to me like that and decided not to punch her square in the
middle of her face because I’m a pacifist and she would’ve deserved it and I
wouldn’t have felt any better.
Our
cashier spoke to me like a Southern racist drill sergeant would and like a
bitch of the world the sour and bitter faced bitch who’d never gotten laid
before thought that she could act like that and get away with it.
She scolded me like a little “spick”
child and her voice had all of the hatred of disrespect and malice in her body
and spirit.
I could’ve rung her neck (not literally) and taught her a tough lesson about herself and how
ugly she was in her misconduct in tone of voice and demeanor.
Within split seconds I thought about
dehumanizing her down to the bare bone but then I reacted quite differently as
I always do.
“Please.
You’re welcome,” I said to her in impeccably clear English of royal Brits.
Immediately, our cashier’s shoulders
stooped back a bit and her face held the look of ‘oh, shit. I just picked on
the wrong patron.’
I gave her a leering look that said: ‘you so much as step out of line with me one more time
and I’ll tell you truths about your life that will strip you naked of your
humanity once and for all and you shan’t recover anytime soon from a tongue
lashing from me and I’d be doing the world a favor and we both know that to be
the truth.’
Our cashier cowered (correction)
because she understood that she’d met someone far more powerful than she in all
regards and respect.
I
was livid yet I held my tight rope composure.
My demeanor was taut (correction) as a
high wire.
My voice cut like a knife and the atmosphere
went grey and smoky dark and everyone around us got very still and quiet.
Not a single insult came out of my
mouth.
I bagged up my groceries as quickly
and as respectfully as I could but everyone knew that the damage was already
done.
I
drove out of Cub’s parking lot Bostonian style.
Fast
and in control.
At
the door when Eric greeted me he asked, “How did it go?”
“I
got treated like a complete nigger,” I answered him in honest to God truth.
I
called the store manager and tried to explain to her what had transpired but
the words just weren’t there and in her sing-songy voice reserved only for
‘retarded’ children she told me that she’d look into the matter and that she’d
speak to the cashier even though her voice of tone held that camaraderie
between the two women that said, ‘whatever, she’s one of us and you’re just
some sucker who keeps coming back for more.’
Their manager pissed me off far more
so than the cashier had therefore I informed her that we’d be doing business
with “CobornsDelivers” from now on because we’ve had enough of this area’s
cashier misconduct and disrespect and lunacy and because we’re smart we’re not gluttons for punishment.
********
In conclusion: our close friends and
their families who’ve lived in Crystal and our city (That Which Shall Not Be
Named) for over thirty years warned us early on not to shop at any of these two
cities’ downtown stores because some
(many) of the cashiers treat everyone
terribly wrong especially women.
We were warned of the disrespect and
rudeness and incredibly mean and cutting demeanor from female cashiers in these
parts especially the female cashiers who prefer to be working in an assembly
line instead of cashiering at their local grocery store.
We’d
been warned therefore we’d been forearmed still yet we’ve continued to shop in
both cities because we so desired to give our business to these stores so that
we could keep our money locally, however, I’ve come to discover that it’s a
futile cause (for now.)
The
main reason why I can’t continue to give both cities our business is because I
can’t have anyone talk to me with such disrespect or misconduct in their manner
or demeanor or tone of voice because I’m going to be a Mother sooner than later
and I refuse to have our children see other adults speak to me like a “n_____”
or a “spick” therefore we must take our business elsewhere like downtown,
Minneapolis.
“Good riddance,” you might say.
Okay, I suppose.
I believe in common decency and
respect.
I worked with children for about
twenty years therefore I believe that great conduct begins in our communities
with our adults as an example of how great we can be with or without money.
*********
Both
cities got stuck in a time warp of 1992.
It’s
like some creepy episode of the “Twilight Zone.”
Some
(mostly) cashiers in these parts seem or appear to think and act like women are
either their visual sluts or people to abuse.
Occasionally, when I’ve shopped then
male cashiers blatantly have checked out my ‘tits and ass.’
I have breasts and a vagina. Thank you
very much.
One doesn’t have to stare at my
breasts or vagina when they do a transaction with me unless my clothes fit me
improperly then I can understand a blatant stare because I do that when other
peoples’ clothes fits them improperly. I can understand that line of reasoning,
however.
When I’ve shopped then female cashiers
blatantly have belittle me as much as they can get away with it like talking
about how brilliant Hitler was. Please.
Some of the cashiers in this area
are inappropriate because they have neither moved on with the times nor
realized that it’s 2014 and the world really has become quite open minded about
educated folks of color and gays and other minorities.
When I go out into the world, nothing
about me says that I’m ‘poor’ or ‘broke’ even if I’m in my humble jeans and
t-shirt or overalls because I tend to our bonfire pit on weekends and it’s
dirty work.
Nothing about me says, uneducated or a
bitch-cunt unless I get treated like dirt in these parts by some white male or female
cashiers then I become even more formal and polite with them.
**********
I
think that one reason for why so many cashiers are bitter or disrespectful or
rude is because either their managers are or because they don’t have very good
leadership from their managing staff or companies in general or both managers
and cashiers get paid poorly.
I can only assume that our cashiers
don’t have much support in their daily endeavors or struggles and it shows. It’s
as evident as daylight.
I also think that the reason as to why
so many cashiers are bitter or disrespectful or rude is because the economy
dried up and they were supposed to be working in assembly lines making
important specialty products or parts to better our world nevertheless they got
stuck working as cashiers in places that probably don’t pay them well enough to
sustain a reasonable lifestyle therefore they must bear it thus they take it
out on their customers unless one is a favorite white customer otherwise not
everyone is treated equally with respect and decency and that’s called
prejudice or discrimination, anyway one looks at it.
Many
or our white and black neighborhood folks in these parts are educated and
respectable and honest and kind and thoughtful and mindful and hardworking and
kindly-direct people, nevertheless, it’s the few who aren’t that throw off the
balance of these parts making it less than its greater or higher potential.
We aren’t going anywhere.
Shape up or get out, because dealing
with Bostonian elite means that they can buy out one’s store right from under
one’s nose or they can get businesses closed or in place of subpar shops they
can replace them with their outrageously expensive and overpriced favorite
boutique and specialty shops like those on “Newbury Street” in Boston because
they can afford to do so and we really don’t want to turn this neighborhood
into a gated community because it’s a beautiful “middle class” professional
working neighborhood.
How much do you think sanitation
workers make?
Try eighty thousand (grand) ($80,000)
for senior positions.
Peace.
Best Regards:
Gabriel
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#86 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.
Footnotes:
I ran out of time.
Monday, May 12,
2014
“Moral conduct is a preparation for
intellectual process:
only that man whose character is pure,
calm and steadfast
can reach correct conceptions.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Ubiquitous (being everywhere, omnipresent)
The ubiquitous voice spoke from
different places.
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Hello.
***
American Public School Education XI
Consistency X
American
Public School Education begins with community.
What’s
consistency?
Consistency is: steadiness, reliability, uniformity,
evenness, stability and regularity.
****
[We’re not Gluttons for Punishment]
Part I
Our
“Moral Mondays” are now “Moral Sundays.”
Since
we’re not “indentured servants” or “slaves” or “help” or “maids” or “obligated”
to “Manor Park” we’ll only volunteer one to two hours of service per week on
Sundays towards the cleanup efforts at “Manor Park” and the rest of the week
we’ll just have to walk “Freeway” (our dog) on top of garbage or litter or
candy wrappers or cigarette butts. (Oh, well.)
We
don’t have time during our workweek days to clean up “Manor Park” on a daily
basis therefore we’ve begun to pick up litter and trash on Sundays (rather than
on Mondays) for about an hour to two hours.
This morning when we returned to
“Manor Park” it was once again completely trashed and littered.
I laughed so hard it gave me a belly
ache.
I couldn’t believe it that it took
less than twenty-four (24) hours for “Manor Park” to become a garbage heap or a
dumping ground once again.
I laughed so hard I could’ve almost
spilled milk out of my nostrils if I would’ve been drinking any.
It was so funny I just couldn’t
control my laughter.
No, I wasn’t in hysterics.
Do you know what it’s like when you
see something that’s so absurd it makes you laugh, well, it was like that for
me this morning.
On Sunday, we spent one hour and a
half cleaning up “Manor Park” (May 11, 2014) and by Monday morning (May 12, 2014)
“Manor Park” was littered and trashed with twenty (20) “Marlboro light”
cigarette butts at the far end of the park and fruit juice packs around the
playground and Styrofoam cups from North Memorial Hospital.
There’s
a sign at “Manor Park” on the tennis court that reads: (“Adopt a Park: The City
of No Name thanks… North Memorial Medical Center.”) For what exactly?
For about one year and nine months
“Manor Park” has been a trash heap and it seems that hardly anyone from “North
Memorial Medical Center” does anything towards the efforts to pickup “Manor
Park.” Please. There’s continuous garbage at “Manor Park” all year round.
The
saddest aspect to “Manor Park’s” trash and litter has to do with having to
watch surgical nurses or surgeons walk on top of heaps of garbage and trash on
their breaks before-and-after they’ve cut someone open.
One can tell that these medical
professionals are on edge from the stress of their career.
It’s quite evident to see that these
particular medical professionals’ stress of having to save-or-lose lives puts them on edge yet these highly
beautiful professionals choose to take their breaks at “Manor Park.”
Our beautiful medical professionals
contend with garbage and litter on a daily basis while they tend to take their
breaks there and walk around “Manor Park” to distress from having to cut open
individuals. (How vivid.)
Obviously these medical professionals
do their best to save their patients from their terrible diagnosis knowing
perfectly well that their mainly impoverished or poor or north, Minneapolis
black ghetto clientele is going to go across the street and possibly trash an extension of their
worksite at “Manor Park” after they get stitched up as any supposition goes.
Right? Right. Moving on. Next.
(What a thanks they get for saving the
lives of such spoiled ghetto brats who refuse to pick up after themselves when
there’re trash cans every so many feet away from them.) What a complete joke.
(I could write “Saturday Night Live” skits about this.)
Novel
Thesis: (fiction /
(made-up) / fantasy scene in a novel): The surgical nurses and surgeons might as well kill off these people
while they’re under because ‘everyone’ knows that north, Minneapolis spoilt
ghetto brats aren’t going to amount to much, much less community respect or
contribution. (Just kidding. Only in a fantasy world.)
(I
could write horror fiction novels about surgical nurses or surgeons killing
off an entire sector of one ghetto population for the purpose of…)
As
far as we’ve noticed “Manor Park” is constantly trashed with hospital visitors’
Styrofoam cups and “3500 Manor Park” (it’s not a real street address, it
doesn’t exist, I made-up the title up for a six hundred page novel) candy
wrappers.
The sign on the tennis court ought to
read: (“Adopt a Park: The City of No Name thanks… the Holm Family and
Neighbors.”)
I kept wondering where all of the
Styrofoam cups came from until this morning Eric explained to me that it was
from hospital visitors.
Oh, that makes sense.
*****
Yesterday,
Sunday, May 11, 2014, when we left “Manor Park” we picked up every single piece
of trash there was.
I mean every single piece of trash, from the “Marlboro light” cigarette butts
to the fifty (or more) “Starburst” candy wrappers to the fruit juice boxes to
food smashed into the concrete by the tennis court to the soda and sports drink
clear plastic bottles by the diamond field.
On
Sunday we left “Manor Park” spotless.
Yesterday, when we left, there wasn’t
a single piece of trash or litter left in the park.
When we returned this morning it was
once again full of trash and litter and recycling on the ground.
******
The
stronger our cleanup effort becomes then the more people we meet in our
immediate neighborhood or surrounding community even when we live as much as half a mile away or more from others.
Oh, my Gods. Our cleanup effort is
more effective and productive than our documentary film work ever was.
Our extended neighbors or community
members will step out of their homes or stop us on their street or talk to us
and thank us for our efforts. (You’re welcome. It’s our pleasure.)
People seem ever so happy and relieved
to see others make a tremendous contribution in effort to our neighborhood and
community.
Our extended neighbors or community
members almost seem to be on the verge of tears when they see us cleanup their
block or park.
For some reason it strikes a deep
chord in the heart of our extended neighbors or community members to see us
specifically pickup garbage or litter on their sidewalk or block near them.
People
will stop us and thank us from the bottom of their heart and tell us their tale
of woe.
They tell us how difficult it has been
for them to live in a neighborhood or community in which black spoiled ghetto
brats scream at the top of their lungs every single day or on a weekly basis or
how difficult it’s to contend with black spoilt ghetto neighbors and their
black neighbor’s’ visitors or guests who throw garbage all over in front of
their yard or sidewalk or park.
People will stop us and tell us about
their community hardships and how difficult it’s been for them to live amongst
difficult black ghetto spoilt brat neighbors.
Our
extended neighbors or community members tell us that no matter how much they
pickup garbage or litter that some
of their black neighbors and their black neighbor’s’ visitors or guests will
trash their sidewalk or block or park either right before they leave our
community, or during their visit all the while leaving our extended neighbors
to do all of the cleanup.
It’s been an on-going civic battle for
close to a decade and no one will help out our neighbors or community members
thus they endure it in silence as best they could throughout the years.
Our
extended neighbors or community members tell us how they don’t have much money
to move to other neighborhoods so they stay and endure their hardship of some black disrespectful
neighbors and their black neighbor’s’ visitors or guests who trash and litter
our neighborhood and community on a weekly or daily basis.
Our
extended neighbors or community members know
that because they don’t hold doctorate degrees from Ivy League universities
or because they don’t have much money that their city councilors and
politicians don’t care about them thus our extended neighbors or community
members must ‘bite the bullet’ as well as do
the best that they can with what little they have by picking up black
spoilt ghetto brats’ garbage on a weekly or daily basis.
Our
extended neighbors or community members tell us or ask us to please not give up
on our neighborhood in the same way that our politicians or doctors or surgical
nurses or surgeons or North Memorial Medical Center has thus we shan’t.
We’ll stand by them.
*******
On
the following Monday after Easter Sunday, April 20, 2014, we spent an hour on
cleanup and pickup at “Manor Park.”
Much of that garbage or litter which
we picked up on that following Monday were mostly pastel cracked plastic Easter
eggs (the ones that hold candy inside) and mini sneaker bars that exploded all
over the playground area and picnic tables and around the tennis court.
We picked up about fifty or more, mini
sneaker bars about the size of our thumb.
This
Sunday, Mother’s Day, May 10, 2014, we picked up about fifty or more
“Starburst” wrappers around the playground and picnic tables and around the
tennis court.
We found a trail of “Starburst” wrappers
from the middle of our block that lead all the way and around “Manor Park.”
Some illiterate had dropped their
wrappers as he went along his way and ate them. (‘May your children never learn
to read’ lyrics to a song.)
What a real disappointment when it
comes to some of our adult and
youth population in our community and extended neighborhood.
The
most difficult aspect of litter and garbage and trash pickup around “Manor
Park” is the white “Marlboro light” cigarette butts.
For some reason cigarette butts are
the toughest to pickup.
Cigarette butts tend to sink deeply
into pavement or soil and they stick there like glue. One has to really dig in
with their finger tips to get them pried open or unstuck from the pavement.
I’m not really sure as to which is
worse: candy wrappers or cigarette butts that explode all over “Manor Park” by
Monday morning on a weekly basis.
********
The
greatest aspect of our quiet and peaceful trash and litter cleanup protest is
that I’ve taken to wearing “Mickey Mouse” on my shirt or sweatshirt and both
children and adults recognize this beloved iconic symbol therefore the more
they seem to want to talk to me and also tell me all about their garbage and
litter pickup efforts which they tend to conduct on their own accord.
I’ve decided to wear something Mickey
each and every time I do garbage and litter cleanup because a) I need
inspiration b) I need to be reminded of something positive c) I believe in the
magic of Mickey d) I love how clean Disney World is and that’s something real
to strive towards e) it’s a positive reminder that we’re all human and share a
great and beloved icon in common f) I need to secretly believe in the world
even though thoughtless black youth and addicted smoking white adults litter
and trash our park on a daily or weekly basis g) I need to believe in hope
otherwise I, too, will begin to dump my garbage and litter on the ground and
I’m not that type of illiterate because that I’m not yet I could be and it
would be sweet...
Best Regards:
Gabriel
Word Count Goal: 2,000
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#85 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.
Footnotes:
What’s
one to do when one has stalkers?
First,
no matter whom one might think one is: One must never give out another’s address or phone number without
first asking for permission or asking the receiver if they wish to be contacted
by their stalker.
Today,
one of our stalkers wrote to us not to worry because they hadn’t gotten our
address from any of our extended family or relatives. (Well, that’s a relief.)
Our stalker got their hands on our
home address from one of their friends so our stalker thinks that it makes it
okay for them to continually be in touch with us and send us letters that we
wish not to receive.
I texted our stalker back with this:
“Please stop stalking our family or I’ll get a restraining order put against
you. Thank you.” I didn’t receive a returned text from our stalker. (I’m
serious. Quite serious.)
I’ve
decided to carry a piece.
As small as it might be, it’ll be
strapped to my body at all times.
It’ll put a hole into another human
body if I need to self-defend especially into their knee caps or between their
eyes depending on how grave the situation might be.
You’ve
been publically warned.
If I have to shoot anybody who so much
as threatens our body or person by touching us then I’ll shoot first and ask
questions later.
Please don’t scare the crap out of our
family anymore because I can be a bitch and great marksmen when it comes to
survival. Please, no more scary calls or texts or letters. Please, no more.
Thank you.
I can handle hate mail however I can’t
handle being stalked especially when we don’t want to be found.
Friday, May 9,
2014
“The minute you try to talk business
with him he takes the attitude that he is a gentleman and a scholar, and the
moment you try to approach him on the level of his moral integrity he starts to
talk business.”
--- Raymond Chandler
“Character is tested through three
things:
business, wine and conversation.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Prosaic (ordinary, dull)
The candidate’s speech was too prosaic
to sway many voters.
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Hello.
***
American Public School Education XI
Consistency X
American
Public School Education begins with community.
What’s
consistency?
Consistency is: steadiness, reliability, uniformity,
evenness, stability and regularity.
****
[I ran out of time.]
On
this Mother’s Day whether one has children or not take a moment to breathe and
care for or to baby oneself to one’s best ability.
I’ve
become tremendously proud of myself for becoming a great Mother to myself.
I’ve learned to take care of me and to
meet my needs before meeting anybody else’s needs.
I sleep eight hours a night and always
eat a balanced and healthy (non-sugary) breakfast before walking out the door
as well as floss each and every night no matter what’s going on.
I walk five days a week and drink
plenty of water. I like to be healthy and feel beautiful. I rejoice in the fact
that my health’s gotten better with age and that my hormones have settled down
from fibroid tumors.
The best thing I ever did for myself
is to quit sugar about eighty-one days ago. I no longer get these high sugar
spikes along with the deep low drops in energy level.
I love birth control because it
balances my hormones and it makes me as calm as placid waters which birth
control has the opposite effect on other women. I needed that and I’m ever so
grateful to have my health back ever since October 2013 and after two major
surgeries since November 2011.
As of September 2013 I completely gave
up all of my toxic she-male friends and their male friends and have begun to
make new and amazing and remarkable male and female friends.
I’ve begun to trust in people once
again after I was so badly burned and mistreated by she-male closeted
homosexual / heterosexual Twin Cities male friends who’d all been raped at one
point or another in their lives and become deeply bitter as adult males as well
as female haters.
Life
at the age of thirty-six without children sure is fun and productive and
meaningful. I like not having children at this stage in my life.
I think that American children suffer
due to the perspective their parents take on how to parent.
Most American parents tend to parent
with the main purpose or thought in mind to please or to make their children
happy which I think is a dangerous train of thought.
No, my job as a parent shan’t be to
make our children happy all of the time or to please them because I refuse to
become a servant to our children. Trying to make our children happy all the
time will exhaust me to the bone. I can only make myself happy and that’s a lot
of work.
I’m willing to give up sleep and time
and energy and effort, however, I refuse to bring up spoilt brats who’ll turn
around and be mean to the world or cruel to animals or disrespectful to
neighbors.
I’ll
be raising children alone in the day time therefore they shall be raised like
any other Maya Indigenous children are: with discipline, naps, home cooked
food, lots of leisure time to daydream and mentally play because not all play
takes place in the physical form.
I’m prepared to teach our children to
read at an early age and get them going with literature and history and
mathematics and science as early as possible.
Yes, I’ve decided to personally and
privately tutor our children all before the age of six and then they’ll be gone
forever to be influenced by our world.
I’ve decided to teach them discipline
(cleaning and cooking) and orderliness (hygiene) and fun (laughter) and
creation (art and play) and lots of down time to think and ponder the
universe(s).
Yes, our children, too, will receive a
pair of chemical cleanup gloves and volunteer one hour a week towards litter
pickup around our neighborhood because discipline and intelligence and wisdom
and contribution begins at home.
More later…
Best Regards:
Gabriel
Word Count Goal: 1,310
Word Count: 1,485
Word Count this week thus far as of
today: 10,175
*) Day
#82 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.
Footnotes:
“A scholar who cherishes the love of
comfort
is not fit to be deemed a scholar.”
--- Lao Tzu
“If you were a medieval scholar
reading a book, you knew that there was a reasonable likelihood you'd never see
that particular text again, and so a high premium was placed on remembering
what you read. You couldn't just pull a book off the shelf to consult it for a
quote or an idea.”
--- Joshua Foer
“As a scholar I am interested in the
philosophy of language, semiotics, call it what you want, and one of the main
features of the human language is the possibility of lying.”
--- Umberto Eco
Disclaimer:
No, I don’t want to see anyone fired. I want people to come to their ‘round
table’ discussions and become better and more productive conversationalists.
*****
“Memorable
is more than” delusions of grandeur and less than truthful when only arguing on
the side of raw talent, alone.
Anyone
could poop or urinate on a stretched canvas and create symbols full of mirage
meaning and it’ll be memorable, alright, nevertheless, it’ll neither be
truthful nor artistry because shit is still shit and toxic to one’s health and
of others.
To argue that it’s a waste of time to
practice one’s craft and to ride the
wave of raw talent is a lie. Plain and simple.
Only an illiterate person debates such
a stupid argument.
I could ride the wave of raw talent
for the rest of my life and it would be “memorable,” alright, yet, eventually
my work would stagnate and limbs would rot and body parts would begin to fall
off because the gangrene of laziness would set deep into my bones and
intellect.
(No thank you. I’m not that moronic
when it comes to my arguments about disciplined artistry.)
I know better because I was taught
better by the Masters. I was told truths therefore I abide by them because
they’re thousands of years old.
The
problem with MPR’s ‘round table’ is that they tend to seat some of the same
people who use wrong words and use them in different context hoping that their
words will stick to the wall.
Using wrong words over-and-over again
along with wrong opinions is like uncooked spaghetti in which one throws at
walls in hopes that no one will notice that their opinions are wrong, no matter
how much one might drive their point home, the uncooked spaghetti will still
slide down their kitchen wall and pile up on a dirty floor behind a shabby
stove to collect dust and become food for vermin.
What MPR’s ‘round table’ needs are
accredited scholars.
No, I didn’t write professors. I wrote
real life scholars who do scrutinize and analyze the finer points of artistry
for a living and those who will and can correct others when they’re wrong in
their mediocre and deceitful opinions about what they think successful artistry
is or isn’t just because others refuse to put discipline into their work.
One
can’t speak to any subject matter without full comprehension as to what it
truly is that one says otherwise it’s simply and only a used car salesman
selling art disguised as a hotdog (pig’s scrotum, anus and lips.)
Saying the wrong thing in multiple of
various ways still doesn’t make it right while promoting mediocre thinking or
thoughts about artistry.
“Memorable” by definition means:
“unforgettable,” “brilliant,” “outstanding,” “excellent,” “superb,”
“tremendous,” “terrific,” “impressive” and “remarkable.”
“Talent” by definition means:
“aptitude,” “flair,” “gift,” “bent” (curved,) “capacity,” “faculty,” “ability,”
“endowment,” “genius” and “forte.”
“Work” by definition means: “labor,”
“employment,” “job,” “vocation,” “occupation.”
“Discipline” by definition means:
“regulation,” “order,” “control,” “restraint,” “obedience,” “authority.”
“Magical” by definition means:
“supernatural,” “magic,” “paranormal,” “mysterious” and “miraculous.”
No,
I don’t personally believe or think that artistry is magic by any sense of the
word or stretch of imagination, nevertheless, I do believe that art can be
magical.
Yes, I believe that using the words
“magical” or “magic” is a great way to make usage of metaphor when it comes to
describing art as ‘something that’s made from nothing’ to help explain pure
sweat and labor and discipline and study and examination and investigation and
scrutiny and evaluation and consideration and question and exploration and
probe and dissect.
To
believe that one can simply ride on their God given flesh and bone mortal
talent for the rest of their lives is to be completely and totally ignorant
about artistry as well as lazy and borderline full of delusional grandeur.
Please don’t be so half cocked and
insulting while speaking on the radio. We’re listening to what you say so
please stop wasting our precious time because we don’t have very much of it.
*****
The Earl of Southampton is “memorable”.
(a.k.a. Shakespeare)
Vivaldi is “memorable”.
Mozart is “memorable”.
Beethoven is “memorable”.
Leonardo da Vinci is “memorable”.
Henri Matisse is “memorable”.
Walt Disney is “memorable”.
Auguste Renoir is “memorable”.
Edgar Degas is “memorable”.
Claude Monet is “memorable”.
Pablo Picasso is “memorable”.
Michelangelo is “memorable”.
Georgia O’Keeffe is “memorable”.
Harriet Hosmer is “memorable”.
Rachel Whiteread is “memorable”.
Toni Morrison is “memorable”.
Grandma Moses is “memorable”.
Marion Wachtel is “memorable”.
Hildreth Marie Meiere is “memorable”.
Tamara de Lempicka is “memorable”.
Emma Richardson Cherry is “memorable”.
Jane Austen is “memorable”.
Harper Lee is “memorable”.
Mary Anne Evans is “memorable”.
(a.k.a. George Elliot)
Jean Lipman, editor of "Art
in America” and folk-art scholar:
The degree of excellence
"depends upon the clarity, energy, and coherence of the artist's mental
picture rather than upon the beauty or interest actually inherent in the
subject matter..."
Thursday, May 8,
2014
“Remember the virtues you lack and the
faults you have;
forget the good you did and the wrong
you received.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Assimilate (make alike, absorb)
The body must assimilate food
to be benefited by it.
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[Correction
from “Floyd ‘&’ Olson” statue to “Floyd ‘B.’ Olson” statue.]
Hello.
***
American Public School Education X
Consistency IX
American
Public School Education begins with community.
What’s
consistency?
Consistency is: steadiness, reliability, uniformity,
evenness, stability and regularity.
****
One’s
good and respectful character trumps all other cards.
To
continually prove that one will do well by others in their surrounding world
and is willing to respectfully co-habituate or co-exist among those in their
present community or village is to say that one fully comprehends their history
and intelligence and capacity to further learn and fully understand the many
complexities of humanity and make strides towards bettering any situation for
the sake of others and oneself.
There’s much to be said for social
intelligence.
Good nature or great character of any
individual has nothing to do with their past or future rather it has to do with
present moment-by-moment situations as to how any individual’s going to handle
themselves in which each individual’s willing to correct their course
(misbehavior) at a moment’s notice because it’s the right thing to do well by
others and when we do right by others then we do right by ourselves.
*****
Look;
when any human first wakes up in the morning the last thing they think about is
how to annoy or belittle or diminish or disrespect any high standard or quality
of life for others, however.
As annoying as sailing may tend to be at
times, one must keep an eye on one’s compass (behavior) at almost all times.
Why must one keep an eye on one’s
compass at all times?
One must keep an eye on one’s compass
at all times so that one doesn’t veer off course and end up in China or the
South Pole or anywhere else for that matter.
When one doesn’t keep an eye on one’s
compass at all or most times then one tends to drift afloat and that can only
mean trouble.
When one sails one must become a keen
observer of weather, water currents and knots (speed).
Sailing’s hard work because it’s not
the sort of hobby in which one idly sits back and drifts along, otherwise get a
paddle boat (correction) and paddle it to the middle of a pond and lazily drift
along on a sunny Sunday afternoon.
Sailing’s serious business like good
relations are (yes, one can laugh) with others especially (above all) when
everyone’s survival depends on not capsizing any vessel or drowning by foolish
mistake.
When there’s “man overboard” then all
engines must stop and reverse full throttle or go around and “all hands on
deck” must take their posts and be ready and prepared for any situation because
weather can “change like that” during any rescue operation and the seas can go
from calm to stark (miserable).
******
No,
I’m not “the best” at anything especially not while I studied for my Captain’s
license at the age of fourteen because I’m human and imperfect, nevertheless
regardless of my downfalls, over the course of one complete decade I learned to
develop a good nature and great character while sailing the Eastern Seaboard
and Atlantic Ocean and docking in Manhattan Harbor with my ‘old man’ (pop,
Father).
(Yes, we used to live out of our
sailboat during summer months in Manhattan’s Marina.) It’s divine. (I miss the
bagels.)
My pop and I used to sail or motor
along for about sixteen straight hours per day and when one does this type of
activity then one must learn patience and lots of it which leads to good
natured character.
For weeks or months on end, we sailed
along with our close friends from Denmark or Venezuela and met many other
people from all around the globe and this takes much patience and character to
meet and to get to know all sorts of humans with all sorts of temperaments and
natures, still yet and nevertheless, the greatest code of any sailor is:
“Safety First” and that’s something that anyone can abide by or live by such a
motto for life.
My
Father and I took turns steering our fifty-five foot sailboat vessel from stern
to bow.
When I steered my Father then rested
and took naps or read. When he steered then I mainly read up on deck.
Sailing can be a lot of sitting and
that, too, takes patience and hard work, nevertheless.
When it comes to taking over the helm
of any vessel then one must stay sharp and awake and alert because as larger
than life as shark or tuna or whales are for creatures as well as stupendous so
are fifty-foot waves in the middle of down drench pouring rain in the middle of
the Atlantic.
There’s nothing like catching one’s
own day’s keep and eating fresh seafood right off of the bow or stern of one’s
vessel.
My favorite is fresh crab.
My least favorite is stinging and
glowing jellyfish.
*******
When
fifty-foot waves are upon one’s vessel in the middle of a down pour then the
only real solution is to drop two anchors.
One anchor gets dropped at the bow and
the other at the stern so that the boat can rely on some form of weight and
control while holding a steadfast position in half circles back and forth in a
pivot motion instead of getting pounded up and down against the magnitude and
height of waves’ raging madness.
The whole goal is not to allow for the
bow or stern to take such a beating while coming down on massive waves filled
with hysteria.
All that one can do is wear a bright
orange life vest and wait out such storms and harness-in so that just in case
one goes overboard then one can be reeled in or pull oneself in if it’s
nighttime and no one can hear one’s voice in the compounding interval of cruel
waves.
********
There’s
nothing like the calm after a storm.
I mean there’s nothing else like it.
The water becomes crystal clear and
quiet as a newborn gurgling in the midst of a napping cycle.
The morning after a raging storm: The sun
holds a bright yellowish and bluish hue and a slightly narrow yet strong
various shades of orange streaks in its inner ring and the atmosphere appears
like the underbelly of a blue crab.
The magnificence of such color
stretches for miles on the water like a beautiful and complex pathway from
Earth to Heaven inviting humanity to sit at the table of the Gods for breakfast
only if they so much as dare walk on water.
Hence
one’s survived a raging storm from the night before then one comes to
understand true involvement in the recycling of nature so that when peace and
calmness do return to the world once again then one can celebrate peace and
also one’s not taken aback so much by rage and violence or without keen
awareness or warning for what might lurk outside in the dark vastness of the
wild unknown.
There’s nothing like peace because
it’s far more difficult to achieve it and often and unfortunately short lived
unless humans put their backs to it (work at it).
The one aspect about calm peace is
that it’s divinely superb like nothing else. Like the face of Gods when they
smile at us.
*********
Sailing
is like any good and strong metaphor or analogy for life that can fill in the
empty spaces of confusion and anger and sadness.
The only true aspect towards peace is
comprehensive measures like positive problem solving and small yet real
effective outcomes that change the course of our world and this change will
take us in a whole new direction towards cavern passages hidden from view and
filled with emeralds and diamonds of wisdom in a vast ocean of unity and love.
When one takes the helm and decides to
take a turn at steering one’s vessel then one doesn’t ever take one’s eyes off
of the horizon or their compass or electrical instruments because to do so can
become detrimental to one’s health and safety.
Once
when I was fifteen I lost track of my responsibilities as a helmsman and
daydreamed my life away until suddenly my Father began to shout at me from the
bow to veer port side.
Immediately I cranked the wheel and
veered port then steadied our vessel.
If I hadn’t done so, then I would have almost ran us up on a
sandbar that I’d not calculated when I took my measurements and mapped out
my charts that morning.
It was a good lesson on how to
properly map out charts and how not to lose track of my present
responsibilities no matter how much I day dreamed.
From that moment forth I never took my
eye off of the horizon, my compass or electrical instruments no matter what I
calibrated and re-calibrated on my charts.
At
another juncture we ran aground.
When we got out, water sat waist deep
on me.
As we gently rocked our vessel back
and forth we made sure not to crack “the line” or spine of our sailboat while
we came near some godforsaken and forgotten island.
We then fully realized that we were
days away from the nearest civilization as we held pure bleached white colored
sand in between our fingers.
Gently while we held on to ropes with
one hand and on to the hull with our other bare hand we rocked her back and
forth like a hibernating greasily bear to make sure not to wake her up and have
to listen to the roaring sounds of a cracking hull.
We loosened her grip from the sandbar
and walked her back to deeper water. It took most of an entire early-to-late
afternoon and into dusk to get her loose from the grips of a nasty sandbar.
**********
Life’s like that: All one can do is
muster patience and a good disposition to get through these trying times in
one’s life.
Whether it is a terrible or cruel
enemy or a jealous boss or an envious co-worker or a disrupting or
disrespectful neighbor.
One must let nature takes it course,
however.
By no means take one’s eyes off of
one’s compass because then one may drift ashore and then it’s anybody’s lucky
guess as to what may happen next.
One doesn’t abandon ship even if one
feels like it or wants to. One may want to do many things but the difference
between wanting and doing so is major.
Everybody thinks about abandoning ship
at one point or another. (It’s normal. Don’t worry yourself silly about it.)
What it comes down to ‘sticking it
out’ or not is the difference between maturity and risk.
How much can a mature person deal or
put up with something?
How much risk is involved?
‘Hanging in there’ isn’t an art,
however, allowing for the passage of time to become a fulfilling prospect is.
There’s a lot to be said for those who
are patient and don’t rage against life still yet they keep an eye on their
compass and veer port side and away from sandbars because getting stranded all
alone on some forgotten island isn’t any real sort of possibility or panorama.
One
doesn’t ‘hang in there’ for the sake of doing so.
One ‘sticks the landing’ because
that’s what one’s been trained and practiced for all this time to become the
very best that they can be at anything, especially (mainly) someone of good
nature and great character.
To be good in nature and to hold great
character are two aspects of life that come with maturity and wisdom.
Without either one of these two
attributes then life’s much, too, difficult for those who make it so for
themselves as well as for others.
The
highest esteem in the land is to get along with others especially (more than
ever) during trying or difficult times.
When one accepts to injure or insult
or harm or disrespect another then the Gods take care of that in their own and
deadly ways.
A
human’s character isn’t measured by how wonderful they are when everything’s
peachy keen. No.
A human’s excellence in character is
measured when life’s complexities and difficulties are handed over to such
individuals to figure out what to do with their troubled times which will soon
pass.
When one’s already established their
good nature and great character because they’ve been challenged to survive life
in the face of danger then life does indeed become a piece of chocolate
birthday cake on a silver platter. (Eat up! I will during my birthday.)
It’s imperative (very important,
vital, crucial) that humans learn strength of character and good nature by
learning to step outside of their comfort zone and do things that will indeed
challenge their senses and intelligence and survival skills so that they may
further comprehend the trials and tribulations of others.
I have more to write, however, I can’t
seem to find the right words.
Best Regards:
Gabriel
Word Count Goal: 3,000
Word Count: 2,915
Word Count this week thus far as of
today: 8,690
*) Day
#81 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.
Footnotes:
Yesterday, I stubbed my broken toe so
hard, I almost thought I broke it again. It hurt so badly that I should’ve sat
down and wept in agony, however, I didn’t.
Have you ever broken a toe before?
One’s balance is never quite the same
ever again, is it? No.
I decided not to have my broken toe
looked at by a doctor because the first time I broke my toe I went to the
emergency room only to be sent back home in a bandage thus I learned that
there’s not a single thing a doctor can do for a broken toe. All one can do is
live with the agonizing pain that one gets from time to time.
I walked around and stumbled upon
things and probably looked drunk to the entire universe hence what’s a girl to
do but handle it as best as she can with her head held up and her shoulders
back.
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This past weekend we purchased the
best shoes in the entire world (hyperbole, possibly not).
I bought one pair of black “Kalso:
Earth Shoe: ‘Designed in the U.S.A.’ Leather Upper Solar: 8.5: Q.R.F11” (Price:
$125.92)
This is the best shoe I’ve ever worn
for my 8.5 size wide fit.
(I’m not sure that I have wide feet. I
simply assume that I do.)
Anyway, they don’t squeak, the shoes are quiet as quiet can be and
soft. Nothing rubs or hurts or anything. It’s like walking on butter. (Thank
you so very much!)
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I also purchased: “Merrell Stone
Performance Footwear: Q-form: Comfort: 0313: U.S. 8.5” (Price: $90.94)
I love the laces, look and feel plus
style of this shoe.
It’s obvious that this is a durable
shoe.
Hopefully I can take my skateboard out
for a jaunt and I shan’t sprain my ankle again this June because these shoes
aren’t “fashion” shoes they’re actually athletic shoes. It’s like walking on
butter. (Thank you so much!)
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On Monday, May, 5th, 2014
at noon we had the best lunch and service at “Blue Stem” restaurant.
“Blue Stem” is my aunt’s favorite
restaurant so we treated her for her birthday.
Seriously, I had the best cappuccino
I’ve ever tasted in my life thus far. I considered having a second cup but that
would’ve been too much caffeine going into the rest of my day.
For main course I had their
“Mediterranean Wrap” with delicious greens and clam chowder soup (which was
tasty, not like the East Coast, but good).
Whatever sauce is placed on those
greens then it must be made with ‘crack’ (not literally) because I couldn’t
stop eating them.
Our total came out to $29.99. I left our
waiter a ten dollar tip ($10.00) because it was totally worth our time and
money and effort to sit there for one hour and a half while we enjoyed
ourselves and spoke openly and honestly like two women of the world.
No, I didn’t get sick afterwards.
I give “Blue Stem” an “A” on all
fronts. (Thank you.)
We can’t wait to return.
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In 2012, I purchased at “J.C. Penney”
the best made “cargo” pant.
I’m looking for “a.n.a.: ‘A New
Approach:’ 98% cotton: 2% spandex: Made in Bangladesh: RN: 93677”
I haven’t been able to find this
specific pair of pant ever since therefore I’ll be wearing my old cargos going
into this summer season 2014 until I find another pair like the two pair I
previously purchased and now I wish I would’ve purchased six or eight pairs.
I’ll wear them with the only hope that
they hold up because they’re great but ratty on the bottoms. (Sorry guys, they
don’t look pretty on the bottom cuffs but I shan’t give up on them because
pants like these don’t come around very often.)
If this style and cut of pant could
ever be made once again, I’m telling you they’ve been my best pair of light
cargo pants that I’ve ever owned yet durable for campfires and skateboarding,
although I need them in 30” length because the bottoms drag and I tend to trip
over the cuffs. (Thank you.)
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Monday’s Footnotes:
“Periscope” and “VitaFusion” and
“MINE” clothing line.
Wednesday, May 7,
2014
There are four types among men:
The ordinary one says: “What is mine is
mine, and what is yours is yours.”
The queer one says: “What is mine is
yours, and what is yours is mine.”
The saintly one says: “What is mine is
yours, and what is yours is yours.”
The wicked one says: “What is mine is
mine, and what is yours is mine.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Assonance (repetition of vowel sounds in words
of musical effect)
Assonance is a devise often used in poetry.
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[Correction
from “Dunwoody School” to “Dunwoody College of Technology.”]
[Correction
from “Memorial Highway” to “Olson Memorial Highway.”]
[Correction
from “Theo Wirth” statue to “Floyd B. Olson” statue.]
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As of this morning I delivered an “F”
to “Olson Memorial Highway” from “Welcome to Minneapolis” sign to “N. 7th
Street.”
Whomever, is in charge of that stretch
of road please pick up north, Minneapolis’s litter and garbage and trash and
recycling there on “Olson Memorial Highway” specifically on “Penn Avenue N.” by
the “Floyd B. Olson” bronze statue. (Let’s get going.)
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As of this morning I delivered an “F”
to “Minneapolis Parks and Recreation Board” for allowing litter and trash and
recycling to sit idly by on “Wirth Parkway” greenway areas. (Let’s get going.)
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The dirtiest part of Minneapolis is
“S. Wayzata Boulevard” from “Penn Avenue” Exit and “394 West / East” to “Wirth
Parkway” and that’s considered one of the wealthiest areas of Minneapolis. I
give it an “F” for their continuous garbage and litter for the past one-year
and nine-months.
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Hello.
***
American Public School Education IX
Consistency VIII
American
Public School Education begins with community.
What’s
consistency?
Consistency is: steadiness, reliability, uniformity,
evenness, stability and regularity.
****
When
looking in from the outside one must…consistently be on one’s “best behavior”
and mind one’s “P’s and Q’s” because it’s a way-of-life (lifestyle) and not
just something that one does simply
to go through “motions” or when ‘a stick’s applied.”
I don’t know what to tell you about climbing successful ladders except this:
“Excellent grades don’t matter much when one’s rude or disrespectful to
others.”
“When one self loathes then one self
loathes one’s world.”
“When one inflicts pain upon one’s
world then one inflicts pain upon oneself.”
“When one conquers others then one
conquers oneself.”
“When one disrespects others then one
disrespects oneself.”
*****
I
want you to understand that when others are polite they do so for one’s sake
because they believe that the other’s as important as oneself, otherwise they,
too, would act like wild-animals out in their natural habitat.
There’s no quick way to climb any genuine
or honest ladder of success or fortune because there’re many who can imitate
excellent behavior, nevertheless, they don’t seem to understand the particular
finite differences between history and today’s story.
The only way to successfully climb is to
show “the” grace for one’s race, intelligence and manner.
There’s nothing more beautiful than
the immensity and propensity of other’s thoughtfulness and mindfulness because
it means that they understand their
divine will as well as the face of their God(s).
Why one wouldn’t want to show off the
very fact that one’s incredibly well bread or taught or disciplined or loved
(educated) is beyond my comprehension?
I
want to believe that our American private citizens and civilians are well
brought up by all those who take interest in their families and friends and
communities and villages and states and country.
“Knowledge is indeed power.”
Not to acknowledge one’s place in
society is to abandon all hope of a better future as well as one’s history and
as well as “the right way to climb.”
There’s ‘always’ better choices and
solutions and understanding for that which one doesn’t understand quite fully,
yet.
Yes, I’m leaning towards the more
philosophical because one can’t climb unless one understands their center
nucleus (or nuance) or symbiotic (symbolism) in their history behind great
action, word and deed.
One doesn’t become a great neighbor or
great co-worker of friend or relative by holding a position (any position). No.
One must always maintain grace and to
maintain grace is to hold the divine power of God(s) in any circumstance or
situation.
******
A
stick isn’t enough to do right by others.
One
isn’t a servant of one’s destiny;
One’s
a master of one’s destiny.
One
doesn’t choose to do well by others because “The Man” imposes such grace upon
one’s abode or will.
One chooses to do well by another (no
matter what) because one realizes that all humans come from one distinct royal
line or another.
We’re all royalty in some aspect or
form.
Not to realize that “divine
intervention” (intervention means “involvement”) which means us (humans): Is
not to realize that humans are meant to rule as one (united) in peace and
harmony and with justice and rational cognizance and moral reasoning and
factual scientific and mathematical logic on our given side.
Don’t you understand that all who are
born are to be born divine?
If one doesn’t understand this vastly
abstract and mass concept then one doesn’t understand anything about the
Universe(s).
******
To
open doors to success and vitality and justice one must prove to others that
they understand the heart of or the
essence of history and poetry and love and respect and song and dance (all at
appropriate times) most of all one must hold deep and great regard for
understanding compassion for those less fortunate so that one must not forget
their duty in life: to never stop being a “Brother or Sister’s Keeper.”
That’s
it.
I
could almost stop writing here and allow for you to sit with these dense words.
What
is it that one doesn’t understand about respect?
Respect
is: “Admiration,” “high opinion,” “deference,” “esteem” and “reverence.”
Since our God(s) bestowed enough respect
upon humanity to have each one of us be sprung from our Mothers’ wombs and our
Father’s seed then what is it that keeps humanity from holding the greatest and
highest of reverence for each other?
*******
As
far as anyone else having to come after another with a stick in order for them
to do the right thing then we’re getting into slavery or servitude territory.
One doesn’t have to be told or be
reminded of one’s duty to “King and Country.”
One must not be forced into doing the
right thing because one acknowledges what
the right circumstantial thing to do is at all times.
One must learn and know what the right
circumstantial thing to do is and act upon it as quickly as possible so that
others may not live with inflicted wounds or injury or harm or death (of any
type.)
More later…
I almost need to begin with a
significant historical lesson.
Best Regards:
Gabriel
Word Count Goal: 2,000
Word Count: 1,203
Word Count this week thus far as of
today: 5,775
*) Day
#81 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.
Footnotes:
When I have more time.
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Both Eric and I have severe sinus head
colds. We’re sleeping in separate bedrooms for now as of Monday night.
*) Yes, as of Easter weekend 2014 I’ve
begun to wear men’s boxer shorts because when I wear women’s undergarments the
elastic bands seem to rub and create tremendous cysts which tend to ooze and
bleed and it’s quite painful.
I’m only disclosing this information
because, no, I haven’t become a transvestite, however.
I’m wearing men’s boxer shorts out of
necessity and because of a medical condition.
I’m quite embarrassed about it so
please don’t stare while I bend over to pick up litter or garbage or recycling.
(Thank you.)
Tuesday, May 6,
2014
“What a man wants, he does not have;
what a man has, he does not prize.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Benign (kindly, of gentle disposition,
gracious)
The benign look on the old
man’s face attracted the children.
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Hello.
***
American Public School Education VIII
Consistency VII
American
Public School Education begins with community.
What’s
consistency?
Consistency is: steadiness, reliability, uniformity,
evenness, stability and regularity.
****
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‘Don’t everybody shock me all at once’ or
I’ll go into cardiac arrest. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
What
on Earth is going on?
Look
here now.
As of this recent past week:
Crystal’s
“Cub Foods” store on the corner of “Hwy 100 north” off of Exit “5301 36th Ave
N” does look decent to good. (Thank you.)
Not great, nevertheless, it gets a
passable grade of a “C-” because on the other side of “100 North” on “Cub
Food’s” side of their fence it’s filled with strewn street garbage and litter
all along there so that when patrons stop and purchase gas at that “Holiday”
station and when one faces “Hwy 100 North” then one sees nothing but garbage
and litter along that fence.
****
Wow!
“
‘No Name’ city Middle School” across from “Cub Foods” on “36th
Avenue N” gets a “B-“ on their first efforts to clean up their litter and
garbage along their track-and-field fence as well as on the other side of that
same fence. Keep up the good work. (Thank you.)
This is the first time there’s been
little to no garbage on that stretch of road along that Middle School in about
one-year and nine-months.
Last week we almost fell over when we
witnessed their cleanup efforts. We couldn’t believe our eyes. I almost let out
a little tear fall down my cheek but I didn’t because it would’ve been way over
the top. (Thank you.)
****
On
Saturday, May 3rd, 2014: Eric witnessed an older ‘white’
gentleman who picked up garbage on our city’s side of “36th Avenue
N.” (Thank you. 36th Avenue N looks wonderful.)
****
As
of yesterday at 12:00pm: Uptown, Minneapolis is trashed with litter on
“Lyndale Avenue” by “French Meadow.”
I give “Lyndale Avenue” an “F” on
their “Litter Bug” tendencies and lack of community action and fierce leadership
because when we lived on “Dupont Avenue” (2006-2012) I got out and picked up
litter and trash once a week for an hour therefore I know that others can do it
also. (Let’s get going.)
****
As
of early this morning: “Manor Park” is trashed with litter. I give “Manor
Park” an “F” on their “Litter Bug” tendencies and lack of community action and
fierce leadership. (Let’s get going.)
“Manor Park” litter pick up is the
responsibility of “North Memorial Medical Center,” however, for the past
one-year and nine months litter and trash blows this way and that way at “Manor Park.”
****
As
of this morning around 11:00am: I give an “F” to “2815 S. Wayzata
Boulevard” for their one continuous month of litter of one green aluminum can
and one green plastic soda bottle which sits right outside their businesses.
(Let’s get going.)
****
As
of this morning around 11:15am: I give “Van White Boulevard” / “Dunwoody
Boulevard” Exist off of “394 East” an “F” on their piled up garbage, trash and
litter for the past one-year and nine-months.
Yes, I give an “F” to “Minnesota
Department of Transportation” specifically for their neglect on this particular
freeway ramp and stretch of highway entering uptown and downtown, Minneapolis
behind the “Walker Arts Center” and “Kenwood” neighborhood.
****
As
of this morning around 11:30am: I give downtown, Minneapolis’s
“Ambassadors” an “A” on their magnificent and spectacular and continuous
efforts to keep downtown, Minneapolis one of the cleanest and safest places in the
entire Twin Cities Metro Area and possibly the Midwest. (Thank you.)
****
As
of today at 12:00pm: I give “Dunwoody College of Technology” a “C” on their
effort to pick up their one clear plastic littered soda bottle that’s been
sitting in front of their lawn for three straight weeks. (Thank you.)
It makes me want to run out to their
“Open House” this afternoon which starts at 3:00pm but the rest of their
parking lot and one adjacent building on the corner of “Dunwoody Boulevard” and
“S. Lyndale Avenue” leaves much to be desired thus I shan’t be attending today,
however, perhaps next time. (Let’s get going.)
****
As
of last night around 7:00-9:00pm: Our ‘black’ neighbor’s two-doors down and
their visitors and guests, for the first time in one-year and nine-months
didn’t scream or holler or yell or swear or rage against life while they
peacefully dined alfresco.
(Thank you. Their tremendous efforts
didn’t go unnoticed. I almost fell over with pride for their beautiful and
smart family.)
When in Rome, one does as the Romans do, otherwise…
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*****
“
‘If someone’s caught screaming at the top of their lungs outside their home,
once, then it’s considered a “mishap” (calamity, misfortune,) twice, a
“mistake” (error, fault,) three times, a “habit,” ’” (routine, practice,) said
my retired psychologist Father to me over a phone conversation in the second
week of August 2013.
“ ‘As far as any yelling or screaming
or hollering or rage of any type are concerned then one must do it inside their
home with all windows and doors closed so that their neighbors don’t have to
put up with their lack of propriety,’” (modesty, decency,) explained my Father.
A
distinction between a “habit” (routine, practice) and an “addiction”
(compulsion, dependence): Is that a “habit” is much easier to break than an
“addiction” is, however, with sheer willpower and perseverance both patterns or
behaviors can be broken to replace other more positive or fulfilling ones.
“
‘When people get “drunk” or “high,” then a form of temporary insanity takes
over and they aren’t themselves,’” said my Father.
******
First, yes, I wrote that: “I’m nobody’s
wet-mammy” because I’m not.
Second, yes, the role of any great
writer is to teach otherwise the writing becomes futile, nevertheless, each
writer may address their issue, however, they best see fit in doing so.
Third, let’s learn something old: When in Rome do as the Romans do.
Forth, when one lives in a neighborhood
or village or community that’s predominantly a specific type-of-culture such as
or whether it be, quiet culture, or pristine culture, or respectful culture, or
clean culture then no matter what
predominant race trumps over the rest of that neighborhood or village when
others decide to move into those particular neighborhoods or communities they
must abide by that already established culture, otherwise, trouble may ensue.
Fifth, when guests or visitors enter any
neighborhood or village then they must pull their vehicle over to one side and
park (without obstructing street traffic) and either get out of their car and
walk to their friend’s or relative’s door and knock or ring their doorbell,
once or twice at most without shouting (after a third knock or ring then most
likely their host is either asleep, or importantly preoccupied, or dealing with
an emergency, or in the bathroom or dead) let their passenger(s) know that the
driver has arrived and is ready for their passenger when they’re ready, (although anytime that someone’s gone out of their
way to pick up another then wait by a front window and watch out for their
party to arrive and be ready to immediately walk out one’s door because it’s
another’s precious time.)
If the driver has ever so graciously
gone to the door then they’ll let their passenger know that they’ll patiently
wait out in the car for them.
Or
the driver may take out their cell phone and call their passenger and let them
know pertinent (relevant) information about the driver’s arrival then one must
patiently wait for one’s passenger to come out of their home when they’re ‘good
and ready’ (no more than a five minute (5) wait or so) because a lot of life
can take place behind closed doors, especially when dealing with little ones
such as putting on shoes and coats and daily discipline, although that ought to
be accomplished before arrival time.
This is common respect all across
cultures no matter what race one may be or no matter how much money one may
have.
It’s considered a common courtesy to
all those who are a witness to this type of social interaction or transaction
(matter) because social transactions are currency, too, and worth more than
monetary transactions are worth.
Sixth, when guests or visitors enter any
neighborhood or village then they “must be on their best behavior” as though
they’ve entered a place of worship or sanctity because every neighborhood is a
sanctuary and to be a great guest or visitor implies good breeding and
excellent Ancestors and Lineage and Education (which comes in many different
forms).
Seventh, when guests or visitors enter
any neighborhood or village then they must refrain from swearing even if their
hosts swear.
Eighth, when guests or visitors enter any
neighborhood or village then they must refrain from littering or throwing
garbage or trash on their hosts’ lawn or property, especially on public
sidewalks or parks and green spaces, and if they do throw garbage or litter on
their hosts’ lawn or front sidewalk then they must pick it up before they leave
or their garbage blows away into others’ lawns.
Ninth, anytime that any guest or visitor
leaves their front door then they’ve become guests and visitors of the
world-at-large as well as guests and
visitors to other neighbors and “perfect strangers” even if it’s only around
the corner from one’s block therefore any guest or visitor must maintain great
behavior because everything depends
on it.
Tenth, once one leaves one’s front door
then they’ve become private citizens or civilians of the public sphere or arena
and harm or injury or damage or death could become imminent (looming) therefore
be on one’s best behavior and look out for danger but don’t obsess over it and
be relaxed about being a keen observer because the world’s a pretty terrific
place if you look for the goodness in it.
Eleventh, once one leaves one’s front
door then their garbage or trash or litter or recycling belongs to them and
becomes their own property therefore either properly dispose of one’s litter or
recycling or hang on to it until one returns home.
(Personally, I carry a trash bag in
which, if I were to ever need it then I place my garbage inside it and seal it
up and carry my recycling or garbage home and dispose of my trash or recycling
later at the end of my days. It’s my responsibility to do so therefore I do it
because that’s what mature and responsible adults and youth and children do.)
Twelfth, any public park or green space
is any community’s home therefore to trash any park or green space is to trash
someone else’s home and village.
To visit any public park or green
space or playground is a great honorable “privilege” (freedom, license,
opportunity, dispensation, advantage, benefit, concession) and one must treat it
as such otherwise one’s considered trashy
and not classy.
Thirteenth, one must leave any place better than they found it: pertaining to
trash or recycling.
Fourteenth, one must pick up their dog
poop in any urban parks and green spaces and neighborhoods and villages and
communities. It’s urban hip to pick up after oneself.
Fifteenth, one must not scream
or shout or holler or threaten or demand or one will be considered a ‘literal’ insane lunatic (modern English term) or
‘mentally ill,’ of course, with the exception of danger, traumatic experiences
(like witness to a murder or such,) or continual disrespect or discipline that
must be applied or harassment or...with the exception of circumstance or
accidents…or…or…or… (etcetera, etcetera.). (Yes, that’s correct grammar and
punctuation.)
Sixteenth, when any adult or youth or
child steps down from a public or school bus they must not scream or holler or
yell to present themselves to the greater world at large because one doesn’t
present oneself, one waits to be properly presented or introduced by others
otherwise one doesn’t consider themselves worth much other than servants.
Seventeenth, one doesn’t shout or scream
or holler or yell at anyone (especially not outside).
One must make the effort to get up off
of their lazy rear ends and approach the other and present them with
information directly face-to-face because such a deed or act honors that person
receiving one’s information.
Hence what one has to relay or convey is
of importance then one shan’t have to shout or scream or holler or yell out
their words because words are of vital consequence otherwise don’t say anything
at all.
In conclusion: Good manners and best
behavior isn’t about one’s ego; it’s ultimately about others and how one’s
willing to honor those around them so that they may best honor you.
There’s nothing more beautiful than
people who honor their Ancestors and Lineage and guests and hosts because it
means that they understand the very hardships and history of their peoples.
To be on one’s continuous best
behavior is to understand how to change one’s bad habits for more productive
habits towards the pursuit of happiness.
To be on one’s continuous best
behavior is to understand what one’s Ancestors went through in order for one to
be alive today and to continue one’s line forth.
Tomorrow’s lesson: How doors to opportunity get opened from the outside looking in.
Cheers.
Best Regards:
Gabriel
Word Count Goal: 2,000
Word Count: 2,200
*) Day
#80 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.
Footnotes:
I ran out of time.
Monday, May 5,
2014
“A giant is very tall even though he
stands in a well.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Megalomania (delusion of grandeur from mental
disorder)
He is not famous nor wealthy; he is
afflicted with megalomaniac.
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[Correction
from “North 10th Street” to “N. 7th Street” off of
“Memorial Highway” from “Wirth Parkway” to “N. 7th Street” requires
garbage pickup to be done there as soon as possible.] Thank you.
Hello.
***
American Public School Education VII
Consistency VI
American
Public School Education begins with community.
What’s
consistency?
Consistency is: steadiness, reliability, uniformity,
evenness, stability and regularity.
****
In
all of my travels across Minnesota, Iowa, Wisconsin, Illinois and Michigan over
the past thirteen-years while conducting documentary film research specifically
about the “underbelly” of America the only people I ever came across who
screamed or shouted in their front yard or blasted their car stereo or littered
or threw trash across their property or in front of their sidewalk were
“statutory rapists” or “closeted polygamists” or “friends-of-murderers” or “orgy-sexual-cultists”
or “drug-dealers” or “pimps and prostitutes” or “mentally-ill”.
When I asked them as to the reasons
for why they screamed or shouted in their front yard or blasted their car
stereo or allowed their litter or garbage to sit on their property or in front
of their sidewalk in such manner, time-and-time again, they answered me this: “No one understands us so why should we
contribute to a mass culture that doesn’t know us.”
Most of these “statutory rapists” or
“closeted polygamists” or “friends-of-murderers” or “orgy-sexual-cultists” or
“drug-dealers” or “pimps and prostitutes” or “mentally-ill” had been brought up
in “middle-class” suburbia and urban America in the decade of the 1980’s.
They felt extremely marginalized as
adults thus they brought up their children on the fringe of culture and
perpetuated a broken cycle of disrespect and passive-aggressive hatred because
they felt like someone owed them thus they
were out to make their neighbors and community to suffer as they’d felt
slighted therefore they screamed like raving lunatics and blasted their car
stereo and littered and threw garbage everywhere
because that’s how out of control they felt.
No,
I don’t believe that everyone who
screams or shouts or blasts their car stereo while driving through quiet
neighborhoods or those who throw litter or garbage on their property or in
front of their sidewalk is a “statutory rapist” or “closeted polygamist” or
“friends-of-murderers” or “orgy-sexual-cultists” or “drug-dealers” or “pimps
and prostitutes” or “mentally-ill,” however.
Whenever I hear continual screams or
shouts from peoples out in their front lawn or blasted car stereos or litter or
garbage pile up in front of anyone’s
property especially in front of their sidewalk then I think about these people
whom I met who happened to be “statutory rapists” or “closeted polygamists” or
“friends-of-murderers” or “orgy-sexual-cultists” or “drug-dealers” or “pimps
and prostitutes” or “mentally-ill” who’d become ever so embittered by our
American mass culture that which
continually refuses them a proper place at the bargaining table because there’s
very little to no room for them even though they quietly work as ‘receptionists’
(per se as an example) (correction) or ‘bank tellers’ (per se as an example)
(correction) or such low-wage paying jobs and deal with a mostly broke
public.
Now,
no, we’re neither practicing “statutory rapists” or “closeted polygamists” or
“friends-of-murderers” or “orgy-sexual-cultists,” or “drug-dealers” or “pimps
and prostitutes” or “mentally-ill,” however. We’re human thinkers.
We did extensive research into the
lives of these particular individuals and “sub-cultures” and learned much about
fringe-cultures outside of “mainstream” or mass culture and society and found
out that they’re “haters.”
Whenever I come across un-orderly or
uneducated or unruly or unsophisticated (urban and suburban) peoples then I
think about everything I did learn
out in my field of study.
I think about these peoples’ hardships
and needs and how much they require resources and social-education,
nevertheless, they refuse to meet the basic respectful expectations of culture
and society thus for as long as they refuse their communities basic respect
then they shan’t be considered worth much in time and effort because citizens
and civilians do draw boundaries and lines in the sand when it come to getting
better educated yet they seem to refuse education.
*****
Do
you know the expression about how “every man’s home is his castle” or about how
“every woman’s hair is her crown”?
Well, then that might also imply that
“every community is our Kingdom.”
To become a great steward of the land
requires keen observation and willingness to cooperate and run communities as
smoothly as possible.
To instill great and basic leadership
into our communities means that everyone
has a stake in what ultimately takes place and occurs in each of our village.
How
do we instill leadership in our communities?
We
instill leadership in our communities through strong and basic education and
valuable awareness.
How
do we instill educational values in any community?
We
instill educational values in any community by leading by example.
How
do we instill valuable awareness in any community?
We
instill valuable awareness in any community through positive reinforcement and
repetitious action as well as positive solutions to complex problem solving.
Why
is it so difficult to get Minnesotans involved in garbage and litter pickup
efforts?
I’m not really quite sure as to why
it’s nearly impossible to get all sectors across economic and educated divides
to stand united about this one aspect of community responsibility.
One would think that the easiest thing
for neighborhoods and communities to establish and agree upon would be that no
screaming out in front lawns or blasted car stereos or trash or litter or
garbage be allowed, anywhere at any time because those seem to be habits of
uneducated peoples too stubborn to learn better.
It seems to be one of the most
difficult aspects of environmentalism and peaceful co-existence or
co-habituating for Minnesotans (Midwesterners) because they seem to believe
that it’s not their responsibility to act accordingly to proper cultural and
societal basic decorum and rules and standards therefore citizens and civilians
are unwilling to cooperate and when that level of rebelliousness occurs then
peoples accept to live on top of garbage all year round.
(It’s the queerest aspect of culture
in the entire world because by global standards Minnesota is quite wealthy as a
state / providence.)
Now,
“rebellion” is for when one’s Constitutional Rights are stolen or betrayed.
“Breaking-the-rules”
is for when any situation is the difference between life-and-death otherwise
its wasted breath, time and energy and effort and lots of ego involved.
More later…
Best Regards:
Gabriel
Word Count Goal: 958
Word Count: 1,330
Word Count from last week’s surplus
plus thus far today: 2,372
*) Day
#79 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.
Footnotes:
*) For about a month: We’ve
witnessed one green aluminum can and one green plastic soda bottle sit outside
of “2815 S. Wayzata Boulevard” and no one has made the effort to pick it up and
that’s outside several businesses.
*) For about three months:
We’ve witnessed littered paper or napkin-like-garbage on “Orchard Ave. N.” and
“36th Ave. N.”
*) For two weeks straight:
We’ve witnessed litter and garbage on front yards all along “Plymouth Avenue”
and “N. Xerses Ave.”
*) For two weeks: We’ve
witnessed litter and massive garbage on “394 West” in front of the “Welcome to
Golden Valley” sign.
*) This weekend: We noticed
litter and garbage all along “HWY 7” in “St. Louis Park” leading all the way to
“Knollwood Mall” especially on “Louisiana Avenue” and “Texas Avenue.”
*) Two weekends ago: We
witnessed litter and garbage all along “694 West” and “Bottineau Boulevard.”
*) Two weekends ago: We
witnessed litter and garbage along “63rd Avenue North” especially at
the “Park and Ride” there.
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On Saturday, April 26th,
2014: on “June Avenue
North” and “36th Avenue North” we noticed the most dedicated ‘black’
brother picking up leaves and garbage on that section of the world. (Thank you
so much!)
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No, I didn’t get to “Manor Park” this
Sunday because I did point-four (.4) miles of garbage pickup around our
neighborhood instead of “Manor Park.” It took me two hours to do so on Sunday.
“Manor Park” is mainly the responsibility
of “North Memorial Medical Center,” however, at that particular park there
seems to be continuous garbage for the most part as of the past one-year and
nine-months.
Friday, May 2,
2014
“What’s in a man is sure to come out,
one way or another.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Rhetoric (emphasis on style of expense of
thought, art of writing well)
She was more concerned with rhetoric
than grammar.
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Hello.
***
American Public School Education VII
Consistency VI
American
Public School Education begins with community.
What’s
consistency?
Consistency is: steadiness, reliability, uniformity,
evenness, stability and regularity.
****
Pollution:
Life Span of Litter
Item Decomposition Time
Styrofoam…………………Never
Glass bottle Approx.………………….1 million years
Plastic 6pk cover…………………450 years
Aluminum…………………80-100 years
Rubber boot sole…………………50-80 years
Leather…………………up to 50 years
Nylon fabric…………………30-40 years
Plastic film container…………………20-30 years
Painted wooden stake…………………13 years
Plastic bag…………………10-20 years
Plastic coated paper…………………5 years
Wool clothing…………………1-5 years
Cigarette butt…………………1-5 years
Cotton rag…………………1-5 months
Orange or banana peel…………………2-5 weeks
Best Regards;
Gabriel
Word Count: 2,097
Word Count from last week’s surplus,
plus thus far today: 11,042
*) Day
#76 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.
Footnotes:
*) It’s of Ut-most vital and highest
importance that garbage and litter be picked up on “Olson Memorial Highway”
(Highway 55) especially from “Wirth Parkway” to “N. 7th Street”
(correction).
Please, our poor-little statue of
“Floyd B. Olson” is surrounded by nothing but garbage and litter almost year
round.
Garbage and litter which surrounds
“Floyd B. Olson” statue is a pitiful sight and disgrace to the remembrance of
such great men who did so much for the city of Minneapolis. (“Floyd B. Olson”
must be rolling in his grave.)
Won’t someone (Hennepin County or the City
of Minneapolis) bring back some dignity and grace to those great and remarkable
monumental figures in the form of “Floyd B. Olson’s” beautiful bronze statue?
Thank you.
Please, our north, Minneapolis
citizens and civilians stand ankle deep in garbage and litter each morning
while they wait to catch their bus and every single day we’re witnesses to such
abuse and neglect.
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*) I’d love to attend “Dunwoody
College of Technology” Open House on Tuesday, May 6th, 2015,
however.
The same littered clear soda plastic
bottle has been sitting on their front lawn for exactly three weeks and not a
single soul at their school has made an effort to pick it up.
I shan’t participate in their “Game of
Garbage” because that alone says a lot about how their school is managed or
lack thereof.
What I can’t seem to quite clearly and
fully understand is this: When “Dunwoody College of Technology” has prime real
estate in one of the greatest locations on the face of the planet then what
keeps their school from taking care of their grounds and parking lot litter and
garbage?
I’m
astounded by their lack of janitorial staff or groundskeepers or their student
body’s lack of empowerment to take care of their school and grounds.
Is “Dunwoody College of Technology”
poorly managed or are they that broke?
Personally, I’ve been meaning to get
certified in welding from “Dunwoody College of Technology” ever since 2010,
however. The garbage surrounding their grounds and parking lot leaves much to
be desired.
I’ve held out hope for about four
years for their school to get their act together.
I’d love to attend class downtown,
Minneapolis for welding certification, alas. I’ll probably have to drive out to
the suburbs, anyway.
I’d like to attend “Dunwoody College of
Technology” for welding certification because their location would be so damn
convenient to where we live.
“Dunwoody College of Technology” had
the gall to tell me that I was “over qualified” to work in their creative
department when I first arrived to Minneapolis in 2004 and lived on Douglas. I
would’ve whipped that school into shape. Yep. Yes, Sir!
They don’t know what they’re missing
out on.
I would’ve been out there every day
picking up garbage even if I would’ve been hired to work in their creative
department as a graphic designer because I’ve got a private school educational
background and leadership comes in all forms and sizes. Oh, well, their loss,
obviously.
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*) Wow! Downtown, Minneapolis just got
the most beautiful recycling cans ever with a wide rim opening so that
recycling doesn’t fall all over the ground. Thank you.
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*) Thank you to our City’s (That Which
Shall Not Be Named) Municipal Liquor Store for putting up a tennis net. We
appreciate it.
A net makes it easier to play tennis.
Thanks for picking up our beautiful tennis court. All of that hard work and
dedication to our little “Manor Park” tennis court doesn’t go unnoticed.
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*) We’ve been meaning to get to “Manor
Park” and do our one hour of peaceful silent protest volunteer litter and
garbage pickup but it was one of those weeks in which everything happened all
at once plus the weather was cold and rainy.
Tomorrow we take the Sabbath. I promised
myself that I wouldn’t move for anything much less work.
The only thing that I’m rolling out of
bed for is prayers to Yahweh and home cooked meals and television shows: “Lucky
Dog” and “Dr. Chris Pet Vet” and “Ocean Mysteries with Jeff Corwin.”
On
Sunday we’ll put in our one hour of “Manor Park” garbage and litter pickup then
get back on a more regular “Moral Monday” silent protest garbage and litter
pickup starting the week of Monday, May 5th, 2014. Cheers! We look
forward to it.
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Yes, indubitably I keep our American
Brothers and Sisters in our prayers as they’ve dealt with tornadoes and floods
and other difficult weather.
Our backyard down at the bottom of our
hill flooded this week, and half of our backyard is still in about a foot or
more of water.
Our backyard is ever so flooded that
ducks have begun to swim there. No exaggeration. I’ve got video recording to
prove it. One more thing to take care of.
We were supposed to have our backyard
fenced in this week on Thursday but with all of that water who’s to say when
that’ll happen.
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*) On Sunday, April 27th,
2014 around our sink area our kitchen floor became soaked with water from a
leaky faucet.
We tried to repair it as best we could
but by Thursday (yesterday) we knew we needed professionals to come in and take
care of our faucet situation.
This morning Kevin from “Benjamin
Franklin” Plumbers in Minneapolis came and replaced our entire kitchen faucet for
just under one-thousand dollars (just under $1,000.)
We’ve got a beautiful brand new
kitchen faucet that doesn’t leak.
Kevin was spot on time and clean and
intelligent and well spoken and patient and honest. Thank you so very much for
helping us with our faucet problem this week.
It’s amazing how a little thing like a
leaky faucet can lead to other bigger problems like a soaking wet kitchen floor
which could lead to even bigger problems like rot and mildew therefore we
jumped on it and took care of it.
Problem solved.
We’ll sleep like babies tonight.
There’s always something going on with
home ownership.
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Yesterday, at “Heartbreaker” store in
Uptown, Minneapolis I purchased exactly three of the same type and style of
shirt: “Jolie: Los Angeles:” (38% Rayon, 32% Slub, 30% Polyester, “Made in the
U.S.A.” RN#: 123789, STYLE#: 6651, CUT#: 199, Medium)
I washed each individual shirt in cold
water and lay each shirt flat to dry overnight, however.
Last night before I went to bed I noticed
that all three shirts didn’t look anything remotely to the same shirts I’d
purchased earlier in the night around 8:00pm.
When I studied each shirt separately
they were as small as children’s clothes and wide as hippos.
I was crushed to have spent eighteen
dollars ($18.00) a pop (each shirt) to bring them home and ever so tenderly
laundered them simply to have them become a complete nightmare from only one
wash.
I felt confused and upset somehow even
though I’m sure the material is simply fragile and not convenient for a modern
lifestyle.
*****
Immediately
I jumped online (internet) and began an extensive hour long search for my
favorite t-shirt in the entire world which I haven’t been able to find in
stores ever since May of 2011.
Finally, I found it!
“Women’s Soft Vintage Crew-Neck Tees”
at “Old Navy” (on sale) for eight dollars and fifty cents ($8.50.)
I bought six tees and got free
shipping with my purchase of fifty or more dollars ($50.00.) Yes!
I
can’t tell anyone how happy I am to have found this precise and particular
t-shirt once again because no other t-shirt is made like it. None.
Now, some of the comments on “Old
Navy’s” commentary section said that some of the women didn’t like the ‘see-through’
material or how thin the material was but that’s the only reason why I
purchased six of them last night because this is my dream t-shirt in the entire
world. (I mean it.)
Even though these tees are thin they
tend to hold up remarkably well through thousands of washes and hardly ever
lose their shape or they hardly ever get holes in them because that’s how
durable the material is.
These soft-vintage tees may be
somewhat ‘see-through’ but not enough to give a free peek show to
anyone if one were to purchase them in darker colors.
These particular soft-vintage tees are
light enough for summer heat and warm enough for winter cold weather because
the material is just perfect and sweats well. I would know. I’ve worn these
tees for three straight years throughout the ever changing seasons.
These soft-vintage tees are light
enough to wear as undershirts when getting dressed up or wear simply as tees.
I
had one t-shirt very similar in material to these tees when I was nineteen (19)
in 1996.
I haven’t been able to find this
specific type of t-shirt ever since, until May of 2011, and ever since 2011,
I’ve been looking for them everywhere we’ve ever shopped for the past three
years until last night.
I don’t care if people like the material or style or not: this is one hot and sexy t-shirt
because when I bent down or over, no one gets a free peep show or glimpse of my
breasts or cleavage and bosom.
The
“Women’s Soft Vintage Crew-Neck Tee” is sexy-hot because it’s got that
“bad-boy” or “badass” “James Byron Dean” “boyfriend” style to it with a woman’s
soft vintage touch and proper twist of the 1950’s still yet ready for a
motorcycle ride and proper enough to bring home to dinner to ‘mom and pop’ or
“Mother and Father.” (You got that analogy.) (A hint of badass combined with
authentic proper etiquette and that’s what makes it so classic.)
This remarkable soft vintage tee is
the type of tee to give any woman an hour glass figure whether she has one or
not.
I’ve
tried the “Soft Vintage V-Neck Tees” but they’re not the same because their
ridiculous and stupid V-cut is made ever so low that my breasts came toppling
out and I ended up giving the world a peek show for free. Ridiculous.
I’m way cooler than that because I
know great classical form therefore I like proper modern styles.
I bought three “regular” Large and
three “regular” Medium tees because that’s what I bought three years ago and
they’re still perfect to this day.
I’m so happy I can’t even tell you how
happy I truly am today.
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Last but not least: Minneapolis Comic-Con 2014!
I can’t say enough about it.
We’re so happy that it’s here in
Minneapolis.
I just found out yesterday that
Comic-Con is coming here this weekend. I didn’t even know about it. Oh, well. Some
other year.
When we drove into downtown,
Minneapolis this morning we saw people dressed in costume outfits and they
looked so cute.
You could tell that a lot of time and
energy and effort and money went into their character-outfits.
No, I don’t dress up even if someone
were to pay me, nevertheless. I can really appreciate it when others put such
effort forth.
Hip! Hip! Hooray!
We’ve been waiting for Comic-Con to
come to Minneapolis for years.
We’ll be missing it and thinking of
all of our tremendously peaceful and intelligent sci-fi and T.V. nerds out
there.
Thank you for visiting Minneapolis.
You make us ever so happy.
P.S. I’m not sure if one has to
purchase tickets in advance.
I’m sure it’s too late now. Bummer.
Our friend got to meet Stan Lee last
week.
How remarkable.
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Monday’s Footnotes:
“Periscope” and “VitaFusion” and
“MINE” clothing line.
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R.I.P. Gabriel García Márquez.
I meant to write you a letter but I never found the words.
You’ll always be my hero.
May Day
Celebrations 2014
Pollution:
Life Span of Litter
Item Decomposition Time
Styrofoam…………………Never
Glass bottle Approx.………………….1 million years
Plastic 6pk cover…………………450 years
Aluminum…………………80-100 years
Rubber boot sole…………………50-80 years
Leather…………………up to 50 years
Nylon fabric…………………30-40 years
Plastic film container…………………20-30 years
Painted wooden stake…………………13 years
Plastic bag…………………10-20 years
Plastic coated paper…………………5 years
Wool clothing…………………1-5 years
Cigarette butt…………………1-5 years
Cotton rag…………………1-5 months
Orange or banana peel…………………2-5 weeks
Thursday, May 1,
2014
“Better a crooked foot than a crooked
mind.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Artisan (one trained in some art of trade,
craftsman)
The engraver is a highly trained artisan.
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Hello.
***
American Public School Education VI
Consistency V
American
Public School Education begins with community.
What’s
consistency?
Consistency is: steadiness, reliability, uniformity,
evenness, stability and regularity.
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Yes,
It’s against inner city laws not to pick up one’s dog poop or litter and
garbage on one’s domain (anywhere on one’s property) especially in front of
one’s sidewalk whether one’s a homeowner or a renter, it doesn’t matter what
one might think, it’s one’s awesome and important responsibility to pick up
garbage or litter of any type as well as to keep one’s sidewalk clean and clear
for other pedestrians and neighbors
because if any pedestrian or neighbor or post worker were to trip and fall and
get injured or hurt or harmed in any way in front of one’s sidewalk then it’s
the homeowner and renter’s responsibility and they might become liable to a
messy lawsuit and that’s why one must shovel as soon as possible to make way
for others especially post workers thus is the great and awesome law of the
land.
When garbage sits for any longer than
twenty-four hours (24-hours) then inner cities may cite and fine any home or
family or individual that doesn’t pick up their dog poop or litter or garbage
on their surrounding property (especially their front yard) or (anywhere on
their property) especially in front of their sidewalk. Wonderful.
I
believe that it’s time for inner cities to start handing out citations and
fines to their less responsible constituents because for some reason or other
inner city citizens and civilians haven’t held up their end of their bargain as
good neighbors and great citizens and civilians to pick up their litter and
garbage or dog poop on their front yards or in front of their homes as well as
in front of their sidewalk.
Not only that
but imagine all of the revenue that inner cities would collect and in return
put that revenue back into roadway repairs and cleanup efforts and local
municipal funds.
I’m all for it
because it’s time that this Giant of a Nation stood up on its own two feet and
went to battle for the better interest of its own People by the People and for
the People even when constituents refuse to acknowledge their rather awesome
and important responsibility to their communities at large.
*** It’s also any public or private
business’s awesome and great responsibility to keep their property (owned or
leased) clear and free of garbage or litter or dog poop especially in front of
their sidewalk or cities may cite and fine such businesses. ***
*****
When
public or private businesses and citizens and civilians allow for garbage or
litter or dog poop to sit in front of their (owned or leased or rented)
properties or homes and sidewalk for more than 24-hours (one day) then “the”
ghetto isn’t very far off from moving in and taking over thus don’t allow for
such atrocities against humanity to occur because working Peoples work much,
too, hard ‘to earn a keep’ to allow for their neighborhoods ‘to go to the
dogs.’
Literally, when garbage or litter or
dog poop moves into any area then so do rabid dogs or homeless dogs who feed
from our street filled strewn garbage or litter. (I’ve seen it with my own two
eyes in south, Minneapolis: Cedar and Seward neighborhoods.)
There’s
no greater or higher honor than to clean up garbage and litter or one’s dog
poop around any neighborhood block because that alone makes a great deal of
difference in the lives of our Nation’s People.
There’s no greater or higher honor
than to clean up garbage and litter or one’s dog poop around any neighborhood
block because any garbage filled street implies ‘insanity’ (modern English
term) or lack of education or desperation or hopelessness on the citizens and
civilians and businesses part.
To
allow for garbage to sit in front of one’s property or yard or sidewalk for
more than twenty-four hours (24-hours) is to say that one allows for chaos to
reign freely in their part of their world and that shan’t do because Americans
aren’t insane only possibly hopeless or helpless or lazy or corrupt to their
own economic misery and downturn.
Not having much money or only having
very little money doesn’t imply that our American Peoples are insane or
mentally ill. No.
Not having much money or only having
very little money implies just that: not having much money. Period.
Not having much money doesn’t mean
that our beautiful Americans are insane, does it? Nope.
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On
average Americans watch about four hours (4) of television per day.
On average
that is: Although, it’s been calculated that Americans will watch more
precisely anywhere from four-to-six hours of television per day and that’s more
correctly estimated figures.
All that it takes is
less than ten minutes per day to survey one’s property (owned or leased or rented) and be on
the lookout for blown garbage and litter or dog poop.
All that it takes is
another ten minutes to get out there and pick up any garbage and litter or dog poop
that’s gathered and collected over the course of twenty-four hours (one day.)
That’s a grand total of about
six-point-six (6.6) commercial breaks (for a total of twenty-minute
(20-minutes) span of time).
When we consider only one ten-minute
(10-minute) span of time to get something productive done other than to sit in
front of our televisions such as to get some movement or exercise or
circulation to our legs and arms or to the rest of our circulatory system
that’s nothing in comparison to four straight hours of sitting in front of the
boob tube (television) when we could be outside and get some fresh air and pick
up a little bit of garbage in front of our sidewalk or our yard or property.
Do
you know what they say about sitting, too, much or too long, right? It’s the
quickest way to die.
When one were to DVR one’s television
shows then one can take ten minutes out of their day and do a once over and if need be then do a quick tidy up around their
property or yard or sidewalk for any blown garbage or litter or dog poop: it’s
right there in front of you so why not go and get it and be done with one of
the day’s most important and essential civic responsibilities? Yep.
Imagine all the free time to simply
peek out of one’s window and survey one’s property or land and take full
responsibility as any mature adults do around the globe.
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Yes,
when one occupies any public or green space then one must clean up or recycle
or throw away any and all garbage that they might’ve mistakenly let fall to the
ground.
Yes, when one occupies any public or
green space then one must clean up or recycle after themselves before they
leave such areas because it’s one’s duty to leave any space better than they
found it.
Yes, when one mistakenly loses garbage
or litter that which might get windblown out of one’s hand (or such) then one
must go after it and try their best to retrieve their litter or garbage because
that’s their responsibility to take care of one’s litter or garbage at all
times in the same manner in which it’s one’s responsibility to take care of
one’s person or children or pets and dog poop at all times because that’s
considered one’s responsibility and property per se.
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There’s
nothing more beautiful than to watch attentive and responsible citizens and
civilians try as hard as they might
to go after and retrieve their possibly mistakenly windblown garbage.
It’s so much fun to watch citizens and
civilians put in that much effort to go after their mistakenly windblown
garbage because the effort isn’t like anything else anyone will ever watch on
television.
That type of honest movement and raw
effort is like watching professional ballerinas on stage perform for a live
audience under lots of pressure and hot spotlights.
Will they or won’t they be able to
retrieve their garbage before it gets blown up a tree branch just out of reach
in the same manner that I always wonder will they or won’t they fall over as
ballerinas complete their full turns while they pirouette to freedom.
Oh,
how it cracks me up and it makes me laugh out loud with delight and joy to
watch citizens and civilians make a strong effort to go after their garbage or
litter.
I feel overwhelmed with pride and joy
when I watch people pick up garbage in general or after themselves because it
means that they’re sane humans. I believe in sanity.
It’s one of the most delightful sights
in the entire world to watch others pick up garbage or litter especially people
whom you wouldn’t stereotypically expect them to do so especially when natural
elements are against them like wind or rain or snow or trees or branches.
It’s the funniest and most delightful
action to watch in the entire world when another picks up garbage because
that’s as funny and as beautiful and as intelligent as the human animal
condition gets because we know perfectly well that that’s one of the single
most vital traits and differences between us and other animals in the animal
kingdom to literally pick up after ourselves otherwise we’d be considered
blobs, right? Right.
It’s
far more interestingly funny to see remarkably beautiful citizens and civilians
do the right thing because it’s fun to watch their efforts especially while in
public when they don’t realize that they’re the center of great entertainment
and joy and happiness. Cheers!
When…
More Later…
Best Regards;
Gabriel
Word Count: 1,749
Word Count from last week’s surplus
plus thus far today: 8,945
*) Day
#75 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.
Whoever picked up the broken branches
strewn across the far end path at Manor Park and placed them inside garbage
bins: Thank you so much! We appreciate it.
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It’s official: As of last night we
purchased our Henri Matisse tickets.
We’ll be attending the Henri Matisse
M.I.A. exhibit as well as lunch at “Grain Stack” as part of my 37th
birthday celebration this year 2014. We look forward to it.
The exhibit runs until May 18th,
2014. We won’t be there exactly on my birthday: Wednesday, May 14, 2014.