Sunday, June 29, 2014

Bitchin' pix from around the globe...

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

My friend Alex painted a child's room, with Heroic Characters on a Gotham skyline!

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Stand Up Stood Up on Sunset

If anything, LAUGH
No one on Sunset was so 
Ready to take stand

All eager to please
Having no expectations
I'm just as happy!

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

140617 17of18 (almost done!?!?!?)

it was enough

The Law of Diminishing Returns, often described as eating a rich chocolate cake.
A slaughtering mouthful
creamy icing, rambunctious
sugary, cocoa

Not to mention the
between layers, outrageous
chocolate whipped cream 

Then, the second bite
lickety lips, damp napkin...
still satisfying 

bite seven or eight?
It's beginning to lose it's 
Gusto left the room

That's an economic Theorem, the last, marginal bite, can't convey as much "utility" as the first mouthful, or even the fifth.

So,"it was enough" is seen everyday, it was enough coffee in the pot, it was enough soymilk to make cereal, it was enough apples for the week...

we can only hope
weekly, it was (just) enough
to last 'forever'

Late here, all is well, played some bridge.  

Need to walk more, tomorrow for sure, knees seem mended.

HOpe you are havingfun, I'll read what you wrote and then crash!



140616 16of18 Have at it!

Growing up, I bought comic books.  When I first started buying them (can't say I 'collected' them, it was much too haphazard for that!) they cost 10 cents.  Then, they cost 25 cents soon thereafter.

I know I had the first Fantastic Four, the first Spider Man, and other magazines that would be worth their weight in gold today.

However, surprising I mentioned two Marvel brands, since I was DC all the way.

Superman, Batman, The Justice League, The Flash, The Atom, Green Lantern, Wonder Woman (even), were all titles I obtained.

There can only be one supreme superhero however, and in my mind now and then, SUPERMAN wins.

First, lets put Superman into the class of heros that Don't Require Technology to be effective.

Having been born on another world, with a different type of light, he arrives to Earth and now is massively strong (lighter Gravity), has impenetrable SKIN, has X-Ray vision and other EYEBALL Powers, CAN FLY!!!! (I'd trade all his other powers to fly),even his breath is special, and can blow like a hurricane, or even blow so cold as to freeze anything...

No other hero/heroine could possible overcome Superman, he's the best, by a long shot.

Invulnerability, Super Fast (running, swimming FLYING, Super Stong (unlimited strength) are just some of the best things...besides flying in space without any suit or oxygen!

Also, he's only susceptible to one substance (remains of his home world, Krypton, which are called Kryptonite, and there are several colors with different effects) and also to MAGIC.

He only really has one worthy Enemy, Mister Mxyzptlk, who Superman must trick into saying his name backwards to drive him back to his 5th dimensional home for 90 days...

So, the winner and still Champion SUPERMAN!

Sunday, June 15, 2014

140615 15of18 wind tunnel


When Santa Ana winds hit Southern California, all types of catastrophes can occur.

The atmosphere bunches up behind the eastern mountain slopes, and then spills over the mountains, driving down to the sea.

This movement of air, from higher to lower elevation, compresses and then heats, drying everything out, a precursor to wild fires, with the temperature at the beach higher than inland!

The smog gets compressed too, so you see a perfectly clear day everywhere to the east.
Looking out to sea, there is a thin red stain directly over the water, above which things are clear.

So, where the air is usually clear, and the ocean breeze is welcomed, now the air over the ocean is very unhealthy, as the smog concentrates through compression.

With the wind, many strange things can occur.

This particular problem could possibly be blamed on east coast architects, that were unfamiliar with how things work in SoCal.

The buildings in question looked somewhat like 6 story mushrooms, smaller first and 2nd floors, and then larger floors above, fourth and fifth and sixth.

The orientation of the front doors to the two adjacent buildings (the NW corner of the southern building was adjacent to the SE corner of it's neighbor) was on the south side of the northern building and the north side of the southern building.

With the winds, the space between the two buildings became a wind tunnel, with the 6 story building directing air precisely through the gap between the two front doors.

The side of the buildings conspired to have 50-60MPH winds, while just 100 yards away the wind was only 10-15 MPH.

It was dangerous to walk between the buildings, people were swept off their feet, and opening either entry door was difficult to impossible, with the door handles slipping from peoples fingers and slamming against the rubber stops installed in the cement behind the doors.

Engineers were called in to mitigate the problem, the solution of which was to change the location of the lobby for both buildings at a cost of millions of dollars, with the space between buildings still dangerous during Santa Anas, but without people traffic.


Love you, GMWF

--
Frish

Saturday, June 14, 2014

140614 14of18 today's effort

the exact right thing was

How can one know what the exact right thing was, in that situation.
I mean, with no more information to go on, how could the great Sherlock ever know which of at least 7 different options would have been the appropriate response to the perceived (and vague) threat(s).
Of course, Conrad was no Sherlock, just the assistant to the Supervisor, so what would he know?
(That was a joke paragraph, since I am payaso!)

I wonder if there ever is a way to know if the exact right thing is even possible.  Whatever happened happened, with our without a 'reason', and certainly, expecting something to be 'the exact right thing" is a reason!  

Since the thing was chosen as it was, there is no other outcome possible, so, isn't every moment we exist because the exact right thing was happening right up until now?

All we can do is trust that the exact right thing will happen forever.


Bon Voyage, jet set mama...

GMWF


140613 14of18 entrenched

I immediately had two thoughts, if one can have two thoughts at once.

Entrenched is the word used to described Dems and Repubs, each to their own side.

But, that term of entrenched probably come from the other thought I had...

The trench warfare of WWI, when each side was literally entrenched...as diametrically and fatally opposed as any humans can be, came to mind, mostly because of the 100 year remembrances (not celebrations surely, although fun will be had by all).

As far as the demos and repubs are concerned, someone famously said, democracy is a messy business.

When the states allow districts to be carved out of single issue/conservative cloth (or African American or Chicano districts too), they allow the current mis-representation in Washington to proliferate, continue and otherwise occur.

States rights are a JOKE.  I think the least useful portion of government is the states.

Counties know way more about their own needs, and, as Americans, we expect to share and support each other, at all times.  

But that State bureaucracy adds another layer of inefficiency.  Guess I won't be any so called "conservative's" dinner party list...

It's part of human nature, more's the pity, that we each are somewhat entrenched in our own beliefs, see the world through that prism, finding patterns that please our psyche, even if nothing is really there...

Should we be entrenched?
Our beliefs what keeps us sane
But how firmly held?

That, we all have to answer to, no one can tell you how to think.

(Not sure if the entrenched Haiku crowd would have appreciated that one, it's natural enough but can a question be part of a Haiku, I ought to publish on CraigsList see what happens.


(Day 13, thank you for your kind communication.

GMWF

Thursday, June 12, 2014

140614 14of18 my effort

your chest is

We were trying to keep me from Vietnam.
That was more than a worry back then, it was reality.
18 year old boys, upon their birthday, were subject to the draft.

I was lucky, my number was horrible (35 (out of 365, mine would have been picked), but, mine was the first year of NO DRAFT.

However, we didn't know that when I was 14 years old.

So, my Doctor heard a murmur.

A heart murmur.

He probably spent 20 minutes with his stethoscope, hovering over my seated body and moving from point to point on my chest and back, like some long legged bird, poking in the sand for food.

Then, he brought in his partner Doctor, who proceeded to listen as well.

They decided I needed a fluoroscopical investigation.  This involved swallowing "barium", that glows as it goes down a throat and into one's stomach, when view fluroscopically. 

So, in a few days, we went to the hospital and I performed that test with ease.

Back in the Doc's office, we were to listen to the results.

Oh well, no murmur or other problem in the chest...

However, when mom and the Doc went out of the room, the nurse came in, thinking she's now going to "wow" me somehow...

She said she'd like to compare two x-rays, mine and a "Full grown 6'4" man's", like to see how much more I have to grow or something...never has been understood what she was doing exactly.

Turning on the light, she stuck two films into the slots, and let me know "Your chest is on the left".

I laughed out loud since my lungs were larger than the other guys, already.

Thanks to swimming 10 year competitively at that point.  She was perplexed.


(33 seconds over 10 minutes, so sue me).

Love you, got a huge day, ciao for now.

-- GMWF

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

140611 a vigil for

I've never held, nor participated in a vigil for anything, ever.

Am I then an outlier?

Or, perhaps my lack of "fan"-aticism?

Perhaps I'm just damn lucky that no one close to me was:
held hostage by terrorists
kidnapped for ransom
dying slowly of a disease that only more money could help
lost and whereabouts unknown
or any of the myriad of reasons that one would hold a vigil...

There is an element of "prayer" surrounding vigil, as in "prayer vigil" a common expression.

Can there be a vigil (where the participants are VIGILANT) without spiritual connection?

Isn't that the purpose of a vigil, to connect a group to a common goal, whatever the high minded purpose.

Could a football team's huddle be a vigil?  

What other human activities serve a similar purpose to vigils?

I don't think there is anything quite like a vigil, in my mind, a group of people who are concentrating on a good outcome to a highly volatile/low probability of a good outcome event!

But, we wish them luck!

-- GMWF

Here's what you engender

cacoethes scribendi  [L.]  the irresistible urge to write

There may be a blog already, sorry about that...

--
Mikey

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

140610 10of18 gap

People talk about gap toothed women, most recently Maya Angelou as an example.
As if missing teeth, or having a gap between the top two front teeth, is somehow (take your pick: Sexy, smart, sassy, special, or tawdry, tedious, terse, anything but trendy.

But, gaps can also refer to geographical features, including the "cumberland gap" (Kentucky?)  

And gaps can occur in accounting, like when a budget doesn't cover the expenses incurred.

Gaps appear as a feature of clothing (that doesn't fit well...).

The gap we constantly try to fill, til death do us part, is the gap between our ears.  If we aren't continuously filling this gap with new skills/knowledge/common sense, then we're dead already.

Neurons, are they what's for dinner, or what's dinner for?

Haiku celebrating the dinner cucumber...
Spicy Cucumber
stop making my eyes teary 
Must finish typing...

Monday, June 9, 2014

140609 9of18 !!

!! - they always accused me of doing it wrong.
The bullets.
The capitalization was what killed Leo.  He couldn't stand my caps on each word on the slide
But, I maintain it is for emphasis, to ensure the reader is reading and not seeing boring typography.

When it comes to this !! diacritic or whatever, double exclaimation marks, I seldom use two.

I use 1 ! far too often!!!

So, whether in a note or a more formal presentation, I use ellipsis a lot ... as you can see... here... and here...

Also, the aforementioned exclamation point.

Don't use the question mark as much as I should, keeps the reader in suspense to have to consider questions.

For example, aren't you curious as to how I'll finish the question?

Were you surprised I only used one ? ?

Just sayin'...

It can certainly develop a dialog between writer and reader, to engage the reader in this rather quiet yet intense partnership established over these funny marks and squiggles known as letter...

Those funny symbols used to differentiate thoughts when writing, !@#$% etc., are now even more important than ever, since the chat rooms need #hashtags and {{;--} and the like.

So, be kind to the end of the sentence, even the short period is ever so important.

And, let them know when to be excited, right now, 10 minutes later !!

--
Frish

Sunday, June 8, 2014

140608 8of18 keeping it to myself, so as not to pollute.

What She Forgot

What she forgot was nothing compared to what she never knew.
What she forgot could fill volumes.
What she forgot was none of your business.
What she forgot is unimportant.
What she forgot is what hurts.
What she forgot is crucial, and no one knows how to recover her memories.
What she forgot are the exact amounts in the recipe, but the ingredients didn't elude her.
What she forgot she made up for with a garmin gps.
What she forgot he remembered, and vice versa, as luck would have it.
What she forgot kept her locked out of her own house!
What she forgot is that the ship was leaving that night, and therefore the planned rendezvous could never happen.  
What she forgot was how smart her daughter was, since Cindy took control of the situation with ease and grace far more than her years on the planet would seem possible.
(Had to work grace in there, maybe that's another goal for this effort!)
What she forgot meant the world to those she ignored, she killed the rest however.
What she forgot was how a palindrome works.
What she forgot was how to put the car into 4 wheel drive mode, so, while her back tires were slipping in the mud/slush/snow mixture, the front wheels could have pulled the truck back onto the highway, but now, the snow is gently falling, looking to bury her by daybreak!
What she forgot was how 113 degrees F felt over a 10 hour day.
What she forgot was the wine opener, so she used a rock.
What she forgot consumed her, since her memories couldn't be found.
What she forgot was the meaning of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
What she forgot she kept hidden behind the bathroom door where a notebook hung.
What she forgot kept her sane, otherwise every failed attempt would be top of mind, and no further progress could be made. 

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Note the time, I just spent 20 of 26 minutes doing nothing but writing.  

LOL

GMWF

140607 7of18 (I won' put the topic here to influence your results!)

day7 - Poodle

\Back in the day, poodle skirts were all the rage.
I remember Emily, her pink skirt adorned with Minnie Mouse.
And Marilyn, bright blue fabric, with a 56 Chevy applique.

The sock hops just would not be sock hops without poodle skirts!

Back then, the DJs had a stack of 45's to choose from, mounting and dismounting each record by hand.

If there was a band, they usually had a drummer, guitarist, a sax, and a singer.

The Twist, Mashed Potato, Madison, Watusi, Frug (long u!), the Dog, the Chicken and the Pony were all popular for a few months, and we put our all into learning the steps and getting the beat.

No one remembers the dances, but the songs that introduced them remain in the popular culture thanks to oldies stations on the radio.

Of course, after the dance we'd all had to Perkins, or IHOP, or Bridgemans - sometimes ordering the LaLa Palooza, a 26 scoop sundae, with every topping in the house (marshmallow, fudge, caramel, pineapple, peaches, and more).  
8 or 9 of us would share one, getting our chins mighty sticky as we shoveled in our favorite flavors.

I'm glad I lived back then, but wouldn't want to go back, life is as it is and so I'm enjoying as much as possible! 


Friday, June 6, 2014

140606 6of18 him / hymn

Synonyms, they sound alike, but don't mean the same.
Deer / Dear  Him / Hymn

Like people, they can have the same name, but not be at all alike.

Sam and Sam comes to mind.

Sam(a) was meticulous in everything he did.  Totally driven to perfection, the slightest item out of balance would cause a crisis.  He really was meticulous, inspiring, and admirable.

Sam(b) was a slovenly drunk, with a brain like a supercomputer.  Nothing passed it's intellect without inspection.  Not at all charismatic, Sam(b) looked like he smelt bad, although he was hygienic to an unexpected degree.

They never met, although one might suspect some sort of critical mass would occur, with them ending up melting into each other, emerging as one solitary human, no longer on either edge of the human spectrum, but plunked down nearly in the middle, relating and relate-able to everyone who met him.

Such would be a desirable occurrence from both Sam's perspectives, but I'm afraid that will have to happen only in Fantasy Land, since in this lifetime those Sam's were well away from each other...

--
Frish

Thursday, June 5, 2014

140605 5of18 Shopping List

I have spent too much time trying to find love on the internet.

Yes, I spent an entire year, and paid for 100 dinners/luncheons/brunches/b-fasts with 100 blind dates.

Some of the women were recovering.
From a bad man.
From a bottle.
From being widowed.

Some of the women were shopping, and even had lists of questions.

My second to last date, before finding someone who I was with for almost a year, was a prime example.

She wanted to know what I had done at IBM, did I hold any patents, and, did my father have any patents?

The theme to Goldfinger rises in the background, 

"Gold Digger, she's not nice, not nice, not even a pinch"
She likes gold...



--
Frish

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

140604 4of18 and the sun is

140604 and the sun is

Driving home from the desert, traveling west toward the sea. 
The highway looks wet, but it's an illusion due to warn out asphalt and the angle of the sun.
And the sun is glaring, a star-burst caught between sunglasses and front window, distracting and exhausting.
The A/C on full blast only cuts some of the heat from the glowing mass slowly setting directly ahead.
Can't see into the car ahead, but have an unobstructed view to the rear, and the sun is unrelenting as it reveals those behind.

GMWF

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Thanks smarty pants.

So, is it a dog's life?

Fixed the posting problem, haven't a clue as to where it went haywire, but created new ID and it went fine.

814 posts

0 followers

(Guess it doesn't matter much if I can post or not, eh what?!)

Determined a LONG time ago I was only amusing myself...but am coalescing around a seed of a germ of an idea regarding growing old and death, both ripe for humor...

That is, a stand up routine about having already experiencing what those invincibles cannot conceive, caring (in my little way) for my now late parents.

So three topics ...
1. Invincibles meet Inevitable!  Facing death is always a rush...
2. Corporate Humor (dilbert) Frish from Marketing (IBM, HP,SUN, .DOTcomDaze)
3. Deep Philosophy  - BEING RIGHT isn't worth much
                        ---witness my followers!
  
ROFL, that's the real humor, no one believes chicken little, and my middle name is Wolf.
(Love it when "they" cry Wolf. (or "Uncle", depending!))

And, I don't follow just about anyone, not sure what it even means, so I'm getting as good as I get.

My ignorance of much of what passes for popular culture is huge.

But I can be funny.  Turns out laughter IS the universal language.

Become a laughing yoga guru...in the comfort and safety of my own home.

followers world wide.
-- 
Frish

Test, est, es.

;
Frish