unity in the squeal
fiction
edward w pritchard
Each pig has a unique squeal that if there were a Mozart among pigs, with proper ear and training could differentiate that part of pig's voice and pig's soul common to all pig's which successfully
navigated evolution's journey back to pig's ancient ancestor amoeba.
Once I took some training preparing myself for senior management in a business setting. It was considered an honor as few were chosen and later rewards were promised to be great. A business
guru who was also a prominent psychologist was hired to train us in business judgment, etiquette, communications and panache. My take away after on the training was no executive type who had achieved a certain level of success because of how he was and operated would change his style given new information because that style and technique unique to him had helped him claw his way successfully to the top as he judged it to be.
So! Priest, President, Pope or aspiring senator will behave the same way when they are forty-five that they did when they were 17. For good and for bad. This goes for men and women.
Let's move on and lower the self righteous disbelief when it is revealed that everyone has character flaws.
Wednesday, February 27, 2019
nothing dishonors an american family
nothing dishonors an American family
fiction
edward w pritchard
Nothing dishonors an American family like a patriarch trying to start a dynasty. Be he President
or sports legend after he is gone he is rightly soon forgotten. His progeny's reputations like thin slices of Cod fish hung from the rafters of the dank deteriorating family mansion waiting for future historians and gossip mongers to boil them in oil. The women ne'er a lady the laddy less than men.
Turn the page.Tear up and shred the back pages and tax the Hell of the dead SOB.
fiction
edward w pritchard
Nothing dishonors an American family like a patriarch trying to start a dynasty. Be he President
or sports legend after he is gone he is rightly soon forgotten. His progeny's reputations like thin slices of Cod fish hung from the rafters of the dank deteriorating family mansion waiting for future historians and gossip mongers to boil them in oil. The women ne'er a lady the laddy less than men.
Turn the page.Tear up and shred the back pages and tax the Hell of the dead SOB.
Monday, February 25, 2019
Celtic thoughts blown about by the strong winds of the waning gibbous
Celtic thoughts blown about by the strong winds of the waning gibbous
fiction
edward w pritchard
When winds do howl for days on end like it or not we return to our Celtic roots, folklore and customs. It is an auspicious time for it occurs less than a dozen times in a life time.
Before retiring set a shilling on the night stand for roving revelers at night always demand money. Don't gaze directly at a hobby horse should it appear in your yard and mock not instead show mild surprise. Smile, say not a word. Paint or blood may be smeared on your door accompanied by 17 verses of off key chanting. Do not make eye contact. Offer beer if you have it but under no circumstances should it be carried by a pretty woman or daughter.
Nod, feign lack of hearing and stand straight quietly. You have either been judged a drudge by the community at large or have received a great honor.
After they leave turn three times in a circle to the left. Return to bed but do not sleep with a pillow for seven days, eight if it is rainy. In the morning gather up any debris the revelers have dropped but do not burn it instead burrow it in a South corner of you property on the second night of the next full moon.
fiction
edward w pritchard
When winds do howl for days on end like it or not we return to our Celtic roots, folklore and customs. It is an auspicious time for it occurs less than a dozen times in a life time.
Before retiring set a shilling on the night stand for roving revelers at night always demand money. Don't gaze directly at a hobby horse should it appear in your yard and mock not instead show mild surprise. Smile, say not a word. Paint or blood may be smeared on your door accompanied by 17 verses of off key chanting. Do not make eye contact. Offer beer if you have it but under no circumstances should it be carried by a pretty woman or daughter.
Nod, feign lack of hearing and stand straight quietly. You have either been judged a drudge by the community at large or have received a great honor.
After they leave turn three times in a circle to the left. Return to bed but do not sleep with a pillow for seven days, eight if it is rainy. In the morning gather up any debris the revelers have dropped but do not burn it instead burrow it in a South corner of you property on the second night of the next full moon.
Thursday, February 21, 2019
everyone pays a different price for prescriptions
everyone pays a different price for prescriptions
fiction
edward w pritchard
What if everyone paid a different price for their critically, necessary, and essential prescriptions.
In fact isn't that the case?
Stand in line at the Wal Mart pharmacy and listen to what different people pay for their lipitor.
That's just how it is.
fiction
edward w pritchard
What if everyone paid a different price for their critically, necessary, and essential prescriptions.
In fact isn't that the case?
Stand in line at the Wal Mart pharmacy and listen to what different people pay for their lipitor.
That's just how it is.
Wednesday, February 20, 2019
more than once
more than once
fiction
edward w pritchard
More than once author here has been accused of setting up straw men to knock them down. Indignantly proceeding to wage an attack against imaginary behaviors exhibited by ancient
villains who no longer exist. Such as the brutality of the soldiers of Timer or injustices of the Assyrians in their conquests of the Israelites.
Who hasn't dozed off while reading the old testament condemnations of their enemies by the biblical prophets? You can be sure that half of their indignation was against imaginary straw men to round off a good story with an imaginary villain.
it's such a drag to read
fiction
edward w pritchard
More than once author here has been accused of setting up straw men to knock them down. Indignantly proceeding to wage an attack against imaginary behaviors exhibited by ancient
villains who no longer exist. Such as the brutality of the soldiers of Timer or injustices of the Assyrians in their conquests of the Israelites.
Who hasn't dozed off while reading the old testament condemnations of their enemies by the biblical prophets? You can be sure that half of their indignation was against imaginary straw men to round off a good story with an imaginary villain.
it's such a drag to read
morning vespers
morning vespers
fiction
edward w prtichard
Every morning when I wake up I put James Booker's"goodnight sweetheart" on you tube and spend a couple of minutes meditating on why I am glad to be alive today. I am not sure why but it comforts me.
During the piano blues piece Booker always says "goodnight ladies and gentlemen hope you come back tomorrow night, cause that's it for tonight" The music is wonderful and then it's time to get up and get about something.
I have read many persons philosophy's of life. Boiling it down it comes down to "I am glad I existed"
and "I am glad I get another day"
that's about it
fiction
edward w prtichard
Every morning when I wake up I put James Booker's"goodnight sweetheart" on you tube and spend a couple of minutes meditating on why I am glad to be alive today. I am not sure why but it comforts me.
During the piano blues piece Booker always says "goodnight ladies and gentlemen hope you come back tomorrow night, cause that's it for tonight" The music is wonderful and then it's time to get up and get about something.
I have read many persons philosophy's of life. Boiling it down it comes down to "I am glad I existed"
and "I am glad I get another day"
that's about it
a new assignment with the Gestapo
a new assignment with the Gestapo
fiction
edward w pritchard
The classic "if I knew then what I know"of all time must be a man in April of 1945 Germany looking back on the day a dozen years ago that he got the opportunity and promotion that convinced him that working for the Gestapo would be his life's work, how he wanted to spend his career, and his family's
ticket to the finer things in life.
Of course the original decision was beyond the man's control for three reasons.
1. Normal people are hard wired for success. Some activity must be found early in life to insure he and his have food, water and shelter. It's an evolutionary requirement going back a billion years to one celled animals.
2. Tempus fugit. Things develop a little at a time. Ethical problems are usually ignored in life by normal people, it's hard wired into our genes.
3. Itwasgoodwhileitlasted.[1]
[1] I wanted to show by running the words together how Mark Twain the author whosepictureIkeep
inmyroom
used to write when he was on a roll. In fact that bunching of all the words together as we write is how I think as well.
fiction
edward w pritchard
The classic "if I knew then what I know"of all time must be a man in April of 1945 Germany looking back on the day a dozen years ago that he got the opportunity and promotion that convinced him that working for the Gestapo would be his life's work, how he wanted to spend his career, and his family's
ticket to the finer things in life.
Of course the original decision was beyond the man's control for three reasons.
1. Normal people are hard wired for success. Some activity must be found early in life to insure he and his have food, water and shelter. It's an evolutionary requirement going back a billion years to one celled animals.
2. Tempus fugit. Things develop a little at a time. Ethical problems are usually ignored in life by normal people, it's hard wired into our genes.
3. Itwasgoodwhileitlasted.[1]
[1] I wanted to show by running the words together how Mark Twain the author whosepictureIkeep
inmyroom
used to write when he was on a roll. In fact that bunching of all the words together as we write is how I think as well.
Tuesday, February 19, 2019
the death of Townes Van Zandt
the death of Townes Van Zandt
fiction
edward w pritchard
Walking by I found a man laying on the sidewalk choking. Lifting up his head he began to shudder and shake. He said he was Townes Van Zandt the singer. He seemed unnaturally feeble and frail.
No one else was about so I sat with him and hoped someone would stop by soon to help. I tried to make him comfortable. To me he seemed to be dying and knowing his music this saddened me. He seemed to be decomposing before my eyes. Finally deconstructing he asked me to contact his ex wife.
Helping to carry him upstairs to the apartment a little latter to cheer him I said "sometimes a cover can be better than the original"[1]. Sizing me up through his grief, melancholy and pain Townes said, to me, "poetry ain't worth a damn if it isn't set to music." As I was shooed out of the apartment I heard him say"why bother?"
About a year later I heard Townes Van Zandt the singer had died up in New York.
[1] Van Zandt covered "dead flowers"by the rolling stones and some people have the audacity to say a cover can sometimes be better than the original.
fiction
edward w pritchard
Walking by I found a man laying on the sidewalk choking. Lifting up his head he began to shudder and shake. He said he was Townes Van Zandt the singer. He seemed unnaturally feeble and frail.
No one else was about so I sat with him and hoped someone would stop by soon to help. I tried to make him comfortable. To me he seemed to be dying and knowing his music this saddened me. He seemed to be decomposing before my eyes. Finally deconstructing he asked me to contact his ex wife.
Helping to carry him upstairs to the apartment a little latter to cheer him I said "sometimes a cover can be better than the original"[1]. Sizing me up through his grief, melancholy and pain Townes said, to me, "poetry ain't worth a damn if it isn't set to music." As I was shooed out of the apartment I heard him say"why bother?"
About a year later I heard Townes Van Zandt the singer had died up in New York.
[1] Van Zandt covered "dead flowers"by the rolling stones and some people have the audacity to say a cover can sometimes be better than the original.
with child
with child
fiction
edward w pritchard
You sit around a small economical fire in the desert with your Bedouin friends and she walks up and hands you your tea cup and disappears to be with her Mother and sisters. It's about the last time you want to see your pals.
Over the next year you can't see her enough.
Later she tells you she is with child.
You never can quite find the right words. Sitting on your hands you try to make her comfortable.
A dozen years later looking in the rear view mirror as you drive the family about you notice the boy
in the back seat for the first time and look across at her and smile.
fiction
edward w pritchard
You sit around a small economical fire in the desert with your Bedouin friends and she walks up and hands you your tea cup and disappears to be with her Mother and sisters. It's about the last time you want to see your pals.
Over the next year you can't see her enough.
Later she tells you she is with child.
You never can quite find the right words. Sitting on your hands you try to make her comfortable.
A dozen years later looking in the rear view mirror as you drive the family about you notice the boy
in the back seat for the first time and look across at her and smile.
Monday, February 18, 2019
on plagiarism
on plagiarism
fiction
have received the dead flowers
but will we still meet by the cloudy river?
fiction
have received the dead flowers
but will we still meet by the cloudy river?
the best year ever
the best year ever
fiction
edward w pritchard
The best year ever? Actually it was a series of years and it started with a ringing phone.
end part 1
fiction
edward w pritchard
The best year ever? Actually it was a series of years and it started with a ringing phone.
end part 1
change your philosophy
change your philosophy
fiction
edward w pritchard
I had some of the details of the story wrong but for the most part I knew the ending of the tale and I knew how I was supposed to act when I accepted the lesson of the moral of the story.
My philosophy was what ever happens I would be forced by fate to judge through my own filter. My filter was driven in part by hundreds of generations of traits deposited as genes within me left to me by my ancestors. It was something I had no control over. But I will try again. I will carefully reread the story. Reflecting on the wisdom the story contains I will respectfully digest the message.
I will not like superman in a movie fly around the earth backwards very fast to try to change what has happened by erasing time and circumstance. With an open mind I will try to change my philosophy.
I hear it will be good for me.
fiction
edward w pritchard
I had some of the details of the story wrong but for the most part I knew the ending of the tale and I knew how I was supposed to act when I accepted the lesson of the moral of the story.
My philosophy was what ever happens I would be forced by fate to judge through my own filter. My filter was driven in part by hundreds of generations of traits deposited as genes within me left to me by my ancestors. It was something I had no control over. But I will try again. I will carefully reread the story. Reflecting on the wisdom the story contains I will respectfully digest the message.
I will not like superman in a movie fly around the earth backwards very fast to try to change what has happened by erasing time and circumstance. With an open mind I will try to change my philosophy.
I hear it will be good for me.
Sunday, February 17, 2019
the ghost channel on cable
the ghost channel on cable
fiction
edwardw pritchard
There aren't many intellectual shows on cable anymore and now Josh Gates the archeologist has morphed from visiting historical sites on TV to summoning ghosts and investigation of alien encounters. The subject matters seems to interest and intrigue a large audience.
Not to judge but I suggest changes to Josh Gates for the show; I suggest he feature an episode on "on miracles" by David Hume the British philosopher or Carl Jung the psychologist concerning UFO's".
fiction
edwardw pritchard
There aren't many intellectual shows on cable anymore and now Josh Gates the archeologist has morphed from visiting historical sites on TV to summoning ghosts and investigation of alien encounters. The subject matters seems to interest and intrigue a large audience.
Not to judge but I suggest changes to Josh Gates for the show; I suggest he feature an episode on "on miracles" by David Hume the British philosopher or Carl Jung the psychologist concerning UFO's".
reinvent everything in Akron but first hire Vernon Sykes as Mayor
reinvent everything
edward w pritchard
I have always lived in the Rubber City, Akron Ohio. Akron was named the Rubber City because of the number of tire related jobs.When the radial tire decimated the number of Akron rubber tire jobs locally politicians and tenured professors at the local University decided to reinvent Akron as the Polymer capital of the world. You see Rubber is a type of Polymer and in a round about way each lost tire related job could be a segue to attracting a higher order job in the Polymer industry. Polymers are important to me because I have a six year old heart stint made of a polymer material which I hope lasts for a while. However, as anyone knows who has driven downtown lately Akron needs a lot more than a few new recounted jobs to turn itself around. While the suburbs around Akron, Canton and north towards Cleveland are doing relatively well at ground level things are falling apart in Akron proper concerning housing, public service quality and redevelopment. With a primary dependence on property taxes to fund local schools I shutter to think what local real estate professionals must think of Akron's housing market prospects relative to other locations over the next five years. As prices decline for local houses in Akron so do property tax revenues.
My solution? Reinvent everything in Akron but first convince and hire local Democratic politician Vernon Sykes to be Mayor of Akron for the next eight years.
More later on why I think Mr.Sykes is the best man for the job.
Note- Mr. Pritchard completed a master degree curriculum at Akron University in economic development but alas never completed his thesis to receive his degree. Typical-he needs a make over as well. Maybe next time around the wheel.
edward w pritchard
I have always lived in the Rubber City, Akron Ohio. Akron was named the Rubber City because of the number of tire related jobs.When the radial tire decimated the number of Akron rubber tire jobs locally politicians and tenured professors at the local University decided to reinvent Akron as the Polymer capital of the world. You see Rubber is a type of Polymer and in a round about way each lost tire related job could be a segue to attracting a higher order job in the Polymer industry. Polymers are important to me because I have a six year old heart stint made of a polymer material which I hope lasts for a while. However, as anyone knows who has driven downtown lately Akron needs a lot more than a few new recounted jobs to turn itself around. While the suburbs around Akron, Canton and north towards Cleveland are doing relatively well at ground level things are falling apart in Akron proper concerning housing, public service quality and redevelopment. With a primary dependence on property taxes to fund local schools I shutter to think what local real estate professionals must think of Akron's housing market prospects relative to other locations over the next five years. As prices decline for local houses in Akron so do property tax revenues.
My solution? Reinvent everything in Akron but first convince and hire local Democratic politician Vernon Sykes to be Mayor of Akron for the next eight years.
More later on why I think Mr.Sykes is the best man for the job.
Note- Mr. Pritchard completed a master degree curriculum at Akron University in economic development but alas never completed his thesis to receive his degree. Typical-he needs a make over as well. Maybe next time around the wheel.
probabilites of USA invasion based on historical precedent
probabilities of USA invasion based on historical precedent
fiction
edward w pritchard
While our leaders debate the need for a wall from San Diego to El Paso to keep families from the Southern Hemisphere out could our real enemy be 30 million Chinese and Russian troops in new warm parka's and boots tramping from Alaska to Florida over some perceived slight to their Country's sovereignty's?
What are the historical probabilities of USA invasion based on historical precedent. -As I recall the classic historical precedent would be the eventual fall of ancient Rome caused by the Rhine freezing December 31st 406 and a mixed horde of soldiers eventually taking a walk towards Rome.
I haven't heard anyone else thinking along these line. It must be unlikely.
fiction
edward w pritchard
While our leaders debate the need for a wall from San Diego to El Paso to keep families from the Southern Hemisphere out could our real enemy be 30 million Chinese and Russian troops in new warm parka's and boots tramping from Alaska to Florida over some perceived slight to their Country's sovereignty's?
What are the historical probabilities of USA invasion based on historical precedent. -As I recall the classic historical precedent would be the eventual fall of ancient Rome caused by the Rhine freezing December 31st 406 and a mixed horde of soldiers eventually taking a walk towards Rome.
I haven't heard anyone else thinking along these line. It must be unlikely.
Saturday, February 16, 2019
don't have your DNA weighed, sorted or filed for study
Don't have your DNA weighed sorted or filed for study
fiction
edward w pritchard
Although it's a fad now to have your DNA investigated it's not a good idea.
Your DNA and genes should be private.Your DNA is like a heavy bucket of fish innards sloshing around and spilling on the ground as strangers struggle to carry your eternal essence up the hill from the creek to Grandmother Pollyfeather's two hundred year old farm kitchen with the bright south facing windows flooded with sunlight. The bucket edge is sharp and rusted and those carrying it drip blood from their torn hands that mingles with the fish innards and jostles the memories of Grandmother Pollyfeathers as a beautiful young girl about to be courted by grandpa Sailor. Reaching for the bucket flaking dried red paint maliciously tears grandpa Sailors hands causing brain damage a half century later.
After the bucket sits on the counter of grandma's very clean kitchen in time Grandma dips both her withered hands into the contagion of slop as she fishes for the choicest parts of fish privates to concoct her special bouillabaisse as she is part French you know. Up coming Sunday dinner will be the best ever and all the relatives will remember the meal for a long long time.
If that isn't reason enough to not have your DNA tested and archived it is likely the government will secretly monitor and save a part of you for future nefarious uses. Don't have your DNA weighted sorted or filed for study.
fiction
edward w pritchard
Although it's a fad now to have your DNA investigated it's not a good idea.
Your DNA and genes should be private.Your DNA is like a heavy bucket of fish innards sloshing around and spilling on the ground as strangers struggle to carry your eternal essence up the hill from the creek to Grandmother Pollyfeather's two hundred year old farm kitchen with the bright south facing windows flooded with sunlight. The bucket edge is sharp and rusted and those carrying it drip blood from their torn hands that mingles with the fish innards and jostles the memories of Grandmother Pollyfeathers as a beautiful young girl about to be courted by grandpa Sailor. Reaching for the bucket flaking dried red paint maliciously tears grandpa Sailors hands causing brain damage a half century later.
After the bucket sits on the counter of grandma's very clean kitchen in time Grandma dips both her withered hands into the contagion of slop as she fishes for the choicest parts of fish privates to concoct her special bouillabaisse as she is part French you know. Up coming Sunday dinner will be the best ever and all the relatives will remember the meal for a long long time.
If that isn't reason enough to not have your DNA tested and archived it is likely the government will secretly monitor and save a part of you for future nefarious uses. Don't have your DNA weighted sorted or filed for study.
security at the end of the work years
security at the end of the work years
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
401K's for the masses
The first written records of pensions for workers come from ancient Baghdad where snake charmers working the "old rope trick hustle" in the souks employed 8 year old boys to climb a waxed rope 10 feet into the air as the snake charmer chanted and swayed coaxing a cobra out of a pot. The rope climbing boys were from a caste always named Teddy and as they got older because of weight gain or faulty trick ropes the boys would often fall from heights and end feeble in the head being unable to work later in adult vocations. As remedy and in fairness the snake charmer would then on the ground
beside the jar where customers placed money in appreciation of the snake charmers performance place a second jar for the Teddy boys retirement which in time came to be known as 401K's.
Today in America most ordinary people have 401K and most government workers have fixed benefit pensions. The 401K's are managed by the recipient and rise and fall with the vulgarities of the marketplace, fate and fortune. Government pensions accrue at about 12% guaranteed over the life of the worker vesting in full at retirement about age 50.
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
401K's for the masses
The first written records of pensions for workers come from ancient Baghdad where snake charmers working the "old rope trick hustle" in the souks employed 8 year old boys to climb a waxed rope 10 feet into the air as the snake charmer chanted and swayed coaxing a cobra out of a pot. The rope climbing boys were from a caste always named Teddy and as they got older because of weight gain or faulty trick ropes the boys would often fall from heights and end feeble in the head being unable to work later in adult vocations. As remedy and in fairness the snake charmer would then on the ground
beside the jar where customers placed money in appreciation of the snake charmers performance place a second jar for the Teddy boys retirement which in time came to be known as 401K's.
Today in America most ordinary people have 401K and most government workers have fixed benefit pensions. The 401K's are managed by the recipient and rise and fall with the vulgarities of the marketplace, fate and fortune. Government pensions accrue at about 12% guaranteed over the life of the worker vesting in full at retirement about age 50.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh on husband's
Anne Morrow Lindbergh on husband's
fiction
edward w pritchard
Anne Morrow Lindbergh was a prolific writer and intelligent woman saddled with the job of being a dutiful wife to a man who history came to judge as a fool or worse a traitor to his County.
Charles Lindbergh the dashing 1920's American hero aviator who flew the Atlantic solo in a plane
was a leading isolationist speaking and writing to keep America out of World War 2 in 1941. Lindbergh's position of avoiding foreign entanglements was sound constitutionally but once the first Japanese bombs hit Pearl Harbor American public opinion did a 180 and Charles Lindbergh's reputation nose dived never to recover. Charles the husband died in 1974, Anne the wife lived on until 2001.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh who said "the most exhausting thing in life is to be insincere" good wife and Mother married to a fool although Charles was right some of the time.
fiction
edward w pritchard
Anne Morrow Lindbergh was a prolific writer and intelligent woman saddled with the job of being a dutiful wife to a man who history came to judge as a fool or worse a traitor to his County.
Charles Lindbergh the dashing 1920's American hero aviator who flew the Atlantic solo in a plane
was a leading isolationist speaking and writing to keep America out of World War 2 in 1941. Lindbergh's position of avoiding foreign entanglements was sound constitutionally but once the first Japanese bombs hit Pearl Harbor American public opinion did a 180 and Charles Lindbergh's reputation nose dived never to recover. Charles the husband died in 1974, Anne the wife lived on until 2001.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh who said "the most exhausting thing in life is to be insincere" good wife and Mother married to a fool although Charles was right some of the time.
Friday, February 15, 2019
there is no law- only power in America
there is no law- only power in America
fiction
edward w pritchard
I went to sleep while reading Barrack Obama's 2006 book "the Audacity of Hope" and woke in the middle of the night with my subconscious reminding me that Scott-Herron the black 1970 angry rapper who wrote "the revolution won't be televised"once got three years prison for possession of a crack pipe. No cocaine just a plastic or metal pipe.
I write this as preface to expressing thanks to my lawyer for getting me out of a tussle I was being dragged into with our Federal government during their temporary shutdown. I had made an omission and the forces of order were descending on me relentlessly and because of the shutdown the US government wouldn't take my calls to hear my side of the situation.
There is no law in America-only power.[1]
[1] someone else said this and it took me till now to understand the nuance
fiction
edward w pritchard
I went to sleep while reading Barrack Obama's 2006 book "the Audacity of Hope" and woke in the middle of the night with my subconscious reminding me that Scott-Herron the black 1970 angry rapper who wrote "the revolution won't be televised"once got three years prison for possession of a crack pipe. No cocaine just a plastic or metal pipe.
I write this as preface to expressing thanks to my lawyer for getting me out of a tussle I was being dragged into with our Federal government during their temporary shutdown. I had made an omission and the forces of order were descending on me relentlessly and because of the shutdown the US government wouldn't take my calls to hear my side of the situation.
There is no law in America-only power.[1]
[1] someone else said this and it took me till now to understand the nuance
Lebron's private army
Lebron's private army
fiction
edward w pritchard
Lebron I read two things in the news this week and wanted to share my thoughts with you
First I see there is a national movement to tax billionaires incomes and net wroth up to 90% . No comment here on the fairness of such a policy. Just an idea for a deduction or two in case such becomes the law of the land.
If billionaires are taxed exorbitantly how about you moving back to Akron and establishing for yourself a private army like the wealthy often do in Pakistan or Afghanistan. Check with your CPA but I think it could be tax deductible. Also it could be good for Akron too if like the Roman
emperor Hadrian who rather than let his soldiers be idle and gamble when there were no actual wars or just off duty made his soldiers repair and build roads and long walls in Britain or complete public works in other sundry places. It would be nice if someone could get the extensive Akron street repairs moving along.
Secondly I was so sorry to hear that the California Governor won't be purposing a speed train from Los Angeles to San Francisco California. I guess the auto lobbyists shouted his idea down. That's too bad because available trains for public transport are a good way to mollify the war between rich and poor in America. Concerning your own investments invest in self driving cars rather than trains at least in America during your lifetime.
fiction
edward w pritchard
Lebron I read two things in the news this week and wanted to share my thoughts with you
First I see there is a national movement to tax billionaires incomes and net wroth up to 90% . No comment here on the fairness of such a policy. Just an idea for a deduction or two in case such becomes the law of the land.
If billionaires are taxed exorbitantly how about you moving back to Akron and establishing for yourself a private army like the wealthy often do in Pakistan or Afghanistan. Check with your CPA but I think it could be tax deductible. Also it could be good for Akron too if like the Roman
emperor Hadrian who rather than let his soldiers be idle and gamble when there were no actual wars or just off duty made his soldiers repair and build roads and long walls in Britain or complete public works in other sundry places. It would be nice if someone could get the extensive Akron street repairs moving along.
Secondly I was so sorry to hear that the California Governor won't be purposing a speed train from Los Angeles to San Francisco California. I guess the auto lobbyists shouted his idea down. That's too bad because available trains for public transport are a good way to mollify the war between rich and poor in America. Concerning your own investments invest in self driving cars rather than trains at least in America during your lifetime.
Thursday, February 14, 2019
it's me Miss Brill
it's me Miss Brill
fiction
edward w pritchard
It's me Miss Brill waiting to see if the author Katherine Mansfield has sent me flowers this year for Valentine's day.
To you vegans out there I must apologize if I wear the fur coat for a few hours this Sunday to hear the orchestra play and have a slice of cake from the bakery. I promise to put the fur back in the box soon and not listen for the sound of someone crying.
My, my could Katherine Porter write; illusion, isolation, alienation and loneliness from a third person omniscient point of view in a few short pages.
fiction
edward w pritchard
It's me Miss Brill waiting to see if the author Katherine Mansfield has sent me flowers this year for Valentine's day.
To you vegans out there I must apologize if I wear the fur coat for a few hours this Sunday to hear the orchestra play and have a slice of cake from the bakery. I promise to put the fur back in the box soon and not listen for the sound of someone crying.
My, my could Katherine Porter write; illusion, isolation, alienation and loneliness from a third person omniscient point of view in a few short pages.
Anne Coutler on anything
Anne Coulter on anything
fiction
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I have read parts of a few of Anne Coutler's books trying to keep up on the goulash that American ideals and values have morphed into while I was personally in hibernation. It's daunting for me to read one of Anne Coutler's books comparable to when I set out to read Kate Chopin's "The Awaking "
in a mid life attempt to understand Women or when I read parts of "dark night of the soul" and it's commentaries by St. John of the Cross in a hurry to be more mystical and spiritual.
The remainder of this essay had been deleted by the author in respect for the reader with the exception to add that when my two grand daughters or grandson come to see me I have never been mad or upset with any of them, not once and I wait on them hand and foot all the while trying to follow the strict vegan diets and regiments demanded by the parents which include limiting TV, computer netflix, and you tube.
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I have read parts of a few of Anne Coutler's books trying to keep up on the goulash that American ideals and values have morphed into while I was personally in hibernation. It's daunting for me to read one of Anne Coutler's books comparable to when I set out to read Kate Chopin's "The Awaking "
in a mid life attempt to understand Women or when I read parts of "dark night of the soul" and it's commentaries by St. John of the Cross in a hurry to be more mystical and spiritual.
The remainder of this essay had been deleted by the author in respect for the reader with the exception to add that when my two grand daughters or grandson come to see me I have never been mad or upset with any of them, not once and I wait on them hand and foot all the while trying to follow the strict vegan diets and regiments demanded by the parents which include limiting TV, computer netflix, and you tube.
Wednesday, February 13, 2019
one doesn't hear much about the French anymore
one doesn't hear much about the French much anymore
fiction
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Re: thoughts on ourselves as Americans
At least here in America where I live one doesn't hear much about the French anymore. Me being an avid reader and an art lover I am an exception to the current American habit of ignoring what the French en mass are up to for seldom does a day go by that I don't wish I were at the Louvre, find myself reading Montaigne for solace as in "to compose our character is our duty"or if I am walking along the Ohio canal wishfully transporting myself to Canal D'est from Saone to the Moselle. Alas it is unlikely I shall see France again.
If the Italians from Italy are in the news here in America it is for their peculiarities or love of the finer things in life such as driving a new Porsche 150 kilometers an hour along the roads linking the towns of the cinque terra or sailing their yacht from Malorca to Positano. My it certainly is expensive to be Italian.
What must the French and Italians think of our American relationship with food? Cutting out subway, burger king or pizza hut coupons and getting your discounted order to go to eat in your car would be one thing that a Frenchman or Italian could agree was not "la bonne vie or da morire [to die for].
What do I know ? said Montaigne. Montaigne also said " it is folly to measure true or false by our own capacity." and also "there is another type of vainglory which is an over good opinion we form of our own good.
Americans " if we are Ceasar let us boldly judge our selves Captain of the world"[1] however if we are just another Country whose time at the top of the heap is limited let us be wise and humble. -and I am boldly preaching to our leaders here speaking ex cathedra as a citizen of the world
end
[1] all "quotes" from Montaigne as translated to English by Donald M Frame
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edward w pritchard
Re: thoughts on ourselves as Americans
At least here in America where I live one doesn't hear much about the French anymore. Me being an avid reader and an art lover I am an exception to the current American habit of ignoring what the French en mass are up to for seldom does a day go by that I don't wish I were at the Louvre, find myself reading Montaigne for solace as in "to compose our character is our duty"or if I am walking along the Ohio canal wishfully transporting myself to Canal D'est from Saone to the Moselle. Alas it is unlikely I shall see France again.
If the Italians from Italy are in the news here in America it is for their peculiarities or love of the finer things in life such as driving a new Porsche 150 kilometers an hour along the roads linking the towns of the cinque terra or sailing their yacht from Malorca to Positano. My it certainly is expensive to be Italian.
What must the French and Italians think of our American relationship with food? Cutting out subway, burger king or pizza hut coupons and getting your discounted order to go to eat in your car would be one thing that a Frenchman or Italian could agree was not "la bonne vie or da morire [to die for].
What do I know ? said Montaigne. Montaigne also said " it is folly to measure true or false by our own capacity." and also "there is another type of vainglory which is an over good opinion we form of our own good.
Americans " if we are Ceasar let us boldly judge our selves Captain of the world"[1] however if we are just another Country whose time at the top of the heap is limited let us be wise and humble. -and I am boldly preaching to our leaders here speaking ex cathedra as a citizen of the world
end
[1] all "quotes" from Montaigne as translated to English by Donald M Frame
Lebron James' million dollar car
Lebron James' million dollar car
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edward w pritchard
I heard somewhere that Lebron James the famous celebrity might have purchased a million dollar car to add to his expensive car collection. I have been unable to verify if Lebron who like myself originally hailed from Akron has or needs a million dollar car but I have been wondering
where does one park a million dollar car and if one was driving a million dollar car downtown Akron or around town how much should it cost to park a million dollar car at a parking meter for fifteen minutes.
To narrow down where one might might want to park a million dollar car in Akron let's exclude some of Lebron's old stomping grounds where he once lived or stayed. A million car would be out of place
parked under the viaduct bridge in the Elizabeth street apartments, in the driveway at any of the Zumpano rental duplexes on the west side or off Hickory street up near St Vincent's church and school.
Downtown Akron these days has few persons circling around the block looking for a parking meter to park at although there are few tourists any more downtown because of the cold, extensive prolonged street reconstruction and gradual demise of the City as ambitious persons head West to California for greener pastures like my youngest brother, sister in law the rich lawyer and Lebron himself.
In my opinion there's only one place anyone in the greater Akron Cleveland corridor where anyone
would want to drive and park a million dollar car in the first place and that's because there is no train anymore from Akron to Cleveland. Personally the only place in Cleveland I would like to go in the next few weeks is the Cleveland Art museum the premier destination to visit in Northeast Ohio
.
If Lebron and his family was in the Akron area and I could get a ride north to Cleveland with them in the family's million dollar car since admittance to the museum is free I would feel it only fair for me to pay the parking fee. I always park on the street at a parking meter in front of the art museum so I don't have to pay the higher parking costs to park in the deck near the museum. As I recall it's a quarter per fifteen minutes to park on the street in front of the Cleveland Art museum. So for a handful of quarters if he drove and paid for gas I could treat Lebron James and family to an afternoon at the Cleveland museum of art. Further, not to be jingoistic I feel the Cleveland art museum is better than any of the museums in Los Angeles.
footnote- LJ I also have a few good art books on the Cleveland museums for the children and if you are reading this I originally was going to label this "it's a steep walk up hill from Hickory Street Akron to California"
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edward w pritchard
I heard somewhere that Lebron James the famous celebrity might have purchased a million dollar car to add to his expensive car collection. I have been unable to verify if Lebron who like myself originally hailed from Akron has or needs a million dollar car but I have been wondering
where does one park a million dollar car and if one was driving a million dollar car downtown Akron or around town how much should it cost to park a million dollar car at a parking meter for fifteen minutes.
To narrow down where one might might want to park a million dollar car in Akron let's exclude some of Lebron's old stomping grounds where he once lived or stayed. A million car would be out of place
parked under the viaduct bridge in the Elizabeth street apartments, in the driveway at any of the Zumpano rental duplexes on the west side or off Hickory street up near St Vincent's church and school.
Downtown Akron these days has few persons circling around the block looking for a parking meter to park at although there are few tourists any more downtown because of the cold, extensive prolonged street reconstruction and gradual demise of the City as ambitious persons head West to California for greener pastures like my youngest brother, sister in law the rich lawyer and Lebron himself.
In my opinion there's only one place anyone in the greater Akron Cleveland corridor where anyone
would want to drive and park a million dollar car in the first place and that's because there is no train anymore from Akron to Cleveland. Personally the only place in Cleveland I would like to go in the next few weeks is the Cleveland Art museum the premier destination to visit in Northeast Ohio
.
If Lebron and his family was in the Akron area and I could get a ride north to Cleveland with them in the family's million dollar car since admittance to the museum is free I would feel it only fair for me to pay the parking fee. I always park on the street at a parking meter in front of the art museum so I don't have to pay the higher parking costs to park in the deck near the museum. As I recall it's a quarter per fifteen minutes to park on the street in front of the Cleveland Art museum. So for a handful of quarters if he drove and paid for gas I could treat Lebron James and family to an afternoon at the Cleveland museum of art. Further, not to be jingoistic I feel the Cleveland art museum is better than any of the museums in Los Angeles.
footnote- LJ I also have a few good art books on the Cleveland museums for the children and if you are reading this I originally was going to label this "it's a steep walk up hill from Hickory Street Akron to California"
Tuesday, February 12, 2019
my bread and circuses
my bread and circuses
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edward w pritchard
In the spring an old man's fancy turns to baseball. This year my team the local Cleveland native American [ I have renamed them to honor our Country's founders] have traded away a lot of their
guys but kept the same coach. I enjoy major league baseball but note to cable and local net works not enough to pay to watch it.
My tastes in sport has changed as I aged. I don't watch much basketball on TV, no golf, soccer or tennis and the NFL is too political although I do enjoy the violence of football. As an aside no reality TV, never not once, no political commentary ad incessantly and what happen to cable, it's all extended commercials.
My bread and circuses tends to voyeurism, great art, or vintage mild porn, ie 1840's dance hall singers naughty but intellectual, wearing glasses in costume and character stopping by to wish me happy birthday or surprising myself I have become fascinated these days with the looks of women my own age-it must be the hidden cause and effect of the invisible workings of evolution acting on the environment to nurture the continuation of the species or maybe just personal growth.
Spring is a time of renewal for me. Ride the bike far and uphill, hike, plan to camp with the grandson, fish a little with guys, and take a train anywhere that has a great art museum at the end of the run.
Happy birthday to me. If I knew I would live this long I would have taken better care of myself, been more industrious when I was young and saved some money like I hear some other people do. Like one of my favorite's Peggy Lee said in a song" you got to do right like some other men do".
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edward w pritchard
In the spring an old man's fancy turns to baseball. This year my team the local Cleveland native American [ I have renamed them to honor our Country's founders] have traded away a lot of their
guys but kept the same coach. I enjoy major league baseball but note to cable and local net works not enough to pay to watch it.
My tastes in sport has changed as I aged. I don't watch much basketball on TV, no golf, soccer or tennis and the NFL is too political although I do enjoy the violence of football. As an aside no reality TV, never not once, no political commentary ad incessantly and what happen to cable, it's all extended commercials.
My bread and circuses tends to voyeurism, great art, or vintage mild porn, ie 1840's dance hall singers naughty but intellectual, wearing glasses in costume and character stopping by to wish me happy birthday or surprising myself I have become fascinated these days with the looks of women my own age-it must be the hidden cause and effect of the invisible workings of evolution acting on the environment to nurture the continuation of the species or maybe just personal growth.
Spring is a time of renewal for me. Ride the bike far and uphill, hike, plan to camp with the grandson, fish a little with guys, and take a train anywhere that has a great art museum at the end of the run.
Happy birthday to me. If I knew I would live this long I would have taken better care of myself, been more industrious when I was young and saved some money like I hear some other people do. Like one of my favorite's Peggy Lee said in a song" you got to do right like some other men do".
walking the lonesome valley
walking the lonesome valley
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Someday says blues man soft guitar thumping Mississippi John Hurt quoting words and music by Woody Guthrie "you have to walk that lonesome valley" a metaphor for yourself alone and expired at the end of time for you facing death stoically not fearfully. He continues no body else can walk it for you.
Being mindful relaxed and resigned I have started those first tentative steps. Though you call my name I can't hear you anymore. It's not that my hearing is bad; would that I could turn and talk to you just once more. Anyway thanks for reaching and calling out one last time though I misunderstand and deceive myself about motives. I'll remember the echo of your voice as I walk.
With friends once I drank cheap wine and sang "you have to walk that lone some valley" fifty years ago youthful and strong dreaming of that amalgamation of feminine mystery that manifest itself once near me oh so briefly. Temporarily I forgot the words to the old song "you got to walk that lonesome valley" as engulfed in the affairs of the world I suffered, sinned and sleep walked forward
unconsciously arriving at the mysterious valley.
Gone in an instant with no looking back. Everything was so sweet, good, bad and indifferent. March forward faithful pilgrim we walk, we walk.
fiction
edward w pritchard
Someday says blues man soft guitar thumping Mississippi John Hurt quoting words and music by Woody Guthrie "you have to walk that lonesome valley" a metaphor for yourself alone and expired at the end of time for you facing death stoically not fearfully. He continues no body else can walk it for you.
Being mindful relaxed and resigned I have started those first tentative steps. Though you call my name I can't hear you anymore. It's not that my hearing is bad; would that I could turn and talk to you just once more. Anyway thanks for reaching and calling out one last time though I misunderstand and deceive myself about motives. I'll remember the echo of your voice as I walk.
With friends once I drank cheap wine and sang "you have to walk that lone some valley" fifty years ago youthful and strong dreaming of that amalgamation of feminine mystery that manifest itself once near me oh so briefly. Temporarily I forgot the words to the old song "you got to walk that lonesome valley" as engulfed in the affairs of the world I suffered, sinned and sleep walked forward
unconsciously arriving at the mysterious valley.
Gone in an instant with no looking back. Everything was so sweet, good, bad and indifferent. March forward faithful pilgrim we walk, we walk.
Monday, February 11, 2019
end of life issues
end of life issues
fiction
edward w pritchard
I chanced to read this weekend an article on end of life issues which was timely to me as I have my 67th birthday later this week and have been thinking of how I would like to go out.
Let me be walking along the ancient system of Lakes near where I stay enjoying nature when I am instantly extinguished by a streaking meteoric fireball from space. It is composed of a diamond material and is priceless and in a decision reached by three spiritual leaders, the Pope, the Dali Lama
and a soon to be named universally accepted and acclaimed Muslim Caliphate, let the priceless amalgamation I have become be given to my few friends, immediate family, and all the handicapped children of the world.
Let me not be taken away to a hospital in a five minute $900. ambulance ride and let me not be found later a plaque in a local cemetery where centuries ago the native Americans used to sit and watch the
meteors at night.
May I be forgiven for my character flaws and let one non judgmental person exclaim me redeemed of my sins.
end
fiction
edward w pritchard
I chanced to read this weekend an article on end of life issues which was timely to me as I have my 67th birthday later this week and have been thinking of how I would like to go out.
Let me be walking along the ancient system of Lakes near where I stay enjoying nature when I am instantly extinguished by a streaking meteoric fireball from space. It is composed of a diamond material and is priceless and in a decision reached by three spiritual leaders, the Pope, the Dali Lama
and a soon to be named universally accepted and acclaimed Muslim Caliphate, let the priceless amalgamation I have become be given to my few friends, immediate family, and all the handicapped children of the world.
Let me not be taken away to a hospital in a five minute $900. ambulance ride and let me not be found later a plaque in a local cemetery where centuries ago the native Americans used to sit and watch the
meteors at night.
May I be forgiven for my character flaws and let one non judgmental person exclaim me redeemed of my sins.
end
life at the end of the rifle site
life at the end of the rifle site
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Each one's character flaws will be displayed to scrutiny every day.
We can't watch the news or read the scandal pages without falling into the stink of someones past sins being the latest schadenfreude driven rush to judgment.
Man or woman no one can measure up to pious expectations a bored public demands of a public celebrity when they announce they are running for office. For no one can escape the scrutiny their character endures during life at the end of the rifle site.
Should St Francis of Assisi be around today I am sure his past would disgrace him should he step into the limelight.
A man's a man be he hail from New Jersey or Virginia, likewise a woman. No one is without sin, no not one. Imagine if you will if instead of the current leader, who I respect by the way, we had Hilary Clinton IMO the better qualified politician.
Once one has confessed and done their sentence let them have redemption for no one is without sin, no not one.
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Each one's character flaws will be displayed to scrutiny every day.
We can't watch the news or read the scandal pages without falling into the stink of someones past sins being the latest schadenfreude driven rush to judgment.
Man or woman no one can measure up to pious expectations a bored public demands of a public celebrity when they announce they are running for office. For no one can escape the scrutiny their character endures during life at the end of the rifle site.
Should St Francis of Assisi be around today I am sure his past would disgrace him should he step into the limelight.
A man's a man be he hail from New Jersey or Virginia, likewise a woman. No one is without sin, no not one. Imagine if you will if instead of the current leader, who I respect by the way, we had Hilary Clinton IMO the better qualified politician.
Once one has confessed and done their sentence let them have redemption for no one is without sin, no not one.
Sunday, February 10, 2019
the bureaucracy is sinking under it's own weight
the bureaucracy is sinking under it's own weight
fiction
edward w pritchard
The Buddhists implore us to unsnarl the net that entraps us. Then, the Buddhists say we will see things clearly. However I say the thing that entraps us is the system that surrounds us. The invisible bureaucracy of laws, rules, fees, regulations and customs that lifelike clings to grow and continue it's existence.
Before it was someone else who was the victim of the oppression. However the invisible ice burg has become visible. As example Michelle Alexander exposes in her book "the New Jim Crow" concerning mass incarceration of black men in prisons which is one tip of the ice burg of the bureaucracy that entraps us all insidiously as cause and correlation between events becomes muddled as from familiarity and closeness we all let the economic existence of large scale institutions blind us to basic issues of fairness.
The bureaucracy is slowly sinking under it's own weight. Watch a hard rain is going to fall.
fiction
edward w pritchard
The Buddhists implore us to unsnarl the net that entraps us. Then, the Buddhists say we will see things clearly. However I say the thing that entraps us is the system that surrounds us. The invisible bureaucracy of laws, rules, fees, regulations and customs that lifelike clings to grow and continue it's existence.
Before it was someone else who was the victim of the oppression. However the invisible ice burg has become visible. As example Michelle Alexander exposes in her book "the New Jim Crow" concerning mass incarceration of black men in prisons which is one tip of the ice burg of the bureaucracy that entraps us all insidiously as cause and correlation between events becomes muddled as from familiarity and closeness we all let the economic existence of large scale institutions blind us to basic issues of fairness.
The bureaucracy is slowly sinking under it's own weight. Watch a hard rain is going to fall.
Saturday, February 9, 2019
the truth from where I sit
the truth from where I sit
fiction
edward w pritchard
Fairness is a lost consideration in American society. It's amazing to me how many roads don't get plowed by the city nearest me, how many road repair and conservation jobs don't get finished in a timely fashion and how insensitive local, state, and Federal Governments are to our needs and concerns. Yet there is no one to complain to and no one to call.
Currently I am being treated unfairly by a branch of Government and it is not practical to lodge complaint or defend myself just to pay an inflated unjust charge.
Scrapper Blackwell the guitar man said it best; "nobody knows you when your down and out".
end
fiction
edward w pritchard
Fairness is a lost consideration in American society. It's amazing to me how many roads don't get plowed by the city nearest me, how many road repair and conservation jobs don't get finished in a timely fashion and how insensitive local, state, and Federal Governments are to our needs and concerns. Yet there is no one to complain to and no one to call.
Currently I am being treated unfairly by a branch of Government and it is not practical to lodge complaint or defend myself just to pay an inflated unjust charge.
Scrapper Blackwell the guitar man said it best; "nobody knows you when your down and out".
end
morning becomes Electra
Morning becomes Electra
fiction
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This is about Greek playwright Sophocles who wrote the play "Electra" and about American playwright Eugene O'Neil who wrote "Mourning becomes Electra". You should read both.
However I was unable to finish O'Neil's Electra but I have read and enjoyed Sophocles effort.
O'Neil's version was made into a movie starring Rosalind Russell in the Electra style role. Although her performance was a masterpiece Russell didn't win the Oscar. Not her fault, O'Neil's play as usual was too long.Three hours in original and the movie lost money.
No one in America this morning is probably thinking about Sophocles, O'Neil and Rosalind Russell
as Electra but many people are probably thinking about their Mother.
fiction
edward w pritchard
This is about Greek playwright Sophocles who wrote the play "Electra" and about American playwright Eugene O'Neil who wrote "Mourning becomes Electra". You should read both.
However I was unable to finish O'Neil's Electra but I have read and enjoyed Sophocles effort.
O'Neil's version was made into a movie starring Rosalind Russell in the Electra style role. Although her performance was a masterpiece Russell didn't win the Oscar. Not her fault, O'Neil's play as usual was too long.Three hours in original and the movie lost money.
No one in America this morning is probably thinking about Sophocles, O'Neil and Rosalind Russell
as Electra but many people are probably thinking about their Mother.
the fruit at the top of the tree
the fruit at the top of the tree
fiction
edward w pritchard
Three examples will suffice there is no need to be confrontational and add a fourth. As example; Abe Lincoln, Ronald Reagan and current President Trump deeply driven by hidden forces of nature and evolution to excel, to change things, to be heard. If the circumstances are right, if the times scream out for someone to follow and listen to, as the sacred leader they are adored, carefully heard and honored- even after death. They are the fruit at the very top of the tree.
Sometimes their systems freakishly run two speeds faster than anyone else. Always on, planning, always pleading, always conspiring. Just working at whatever, faster and faster with the obsession that makes a very skinny girl with dyed jet black hair taking money at the cash register alone in a busy convenience store be able to talk very fast, move faster and using both hands at once handle a line of eight preoccupied customers. Freakishly some people have the ability to move like a movie on fast forward. Sometimes such ability is useful to the marketplace- usually not.
What makes the fruit at the top of the tree sad and fearful? To move alone in the darkness of night with no light, no torch, no club, five hundred centuries past, creeping forward straining to see and hear fearful of flocks of hungry lions and tigers. With no hand to clutch.
and the forth controversial example? Why it's good old Jesus immobilized; about the time they started to pound the nails into his hands and wrists with a stout hammer, all the while, over the sound of the hammer Jesus wondering if he would be remembered. The fruit at the top of the tree. It's quite sad.
fiction
edward w pritchard
Three examples will suffice there is no need to be confrontational and add a fourth. As example; Abe Lincoln, Ronald Reagan and current President Trump deeply driven by hidden forces of nature and evolution to excel, to change things, to be heard. If the circumstances are right, if the times scream out for someone to follow and listen to, as the sacred leader they are adored, carefully heard and honored- even after death. They are the fruit at the very top of the tree.
Sometimes their systems freakishly run two speeds faster than anyone else. Always on, planning, always pleading, always conspiring. Just working at whatever, faster and faster with the obsession that makes a very skinny girl with dyed jet black hair taking money at the cash register alone in a busy convenience store be able to talk very fast, move faster and using both hands at once handle a line of eight preoccupied customers. Freakishly some people have the ability to move like a movie on fast forward. Sometimes such ability is useful to the marketplace- usually not.
What makes the fruit at the top of the tree sad and fearful? To move alone in the darkness of night with no light, no torch, no club, five hundred centuries past, creeping forward straining to see and hear fearful of flocks of hungry lions and tigers. With no hand to clutch.
and the forth controversial example? Why it's good old Jesus immobilized; about the time they started to pound the nails into his hands and wrists with a stout hammer, all the while, over the sound of the hammer Jesus wondering if he would be remembered. The fruit at the top of the tree. It's quite sad.
Thursday, February 7, 2019
the case of endless discovery; a shooting, a snow storm, and an attorney with nice legs
the case of endless discovery; a shooting,a snow storm, and an attorney with nice legs
fiction
edward w pritchard
My sister who didn't like me's Daughter my niece the Judge had assigned me to the case as second backup court reporter and the 12th discovery interview [ session] was off to a bad start here at Glory Days bar where Counsel for Plantiff, Rodeo who worked full time as a chef-'s, client who had been dragged 3/4 of a mile in her new Porsche by a Pepsi Truck; was concocting us a Mexican breakfast
here at 7 AM prior to us convening our hearing. As my niece the Judge had emphatically ordered me, because this was the case from Hell, creating the need for 12 discovery sessions, I was handwriting a list of what had delayed us today as we waited for my breakfast and lead defense counsel for Pepsi to show to start things off.
attorney for Plantiff-Rodeo[ Johnson] locally famous chef
second attorney for Pepsi -Miss K-[nice legs]
causes for today's delay-bad snow storm, fatal shooting in bar last night at 4am- police swarming about
It appears once again this case will not move forward as events have conspired to cause the need for a 13th discovery hearing.
end-a memory play
fiction
edward w pritchard
My sister who didn't like me's Daughter my niece the Judge had assigned me to the case as second backup court reporter and the 12th discovery interview [ session] was off to a bad start here at Glory Days bar where Counsel for Plantiff, Rodeo who worked full time as a chef-'s, client who had been dragged 3/4 of a mile in her new Porsche by a Pepsi Truck; was concocting us a Mexican breakfast
here at 7 AM prior to us convening our hearing. As my niece the Judge had emphatically ordered me, because this was the case from Hell, creating the need for 12 discovery sessions, I was handwriting a list of what had delayed us today as we waited for my breakfast and lead defense counsel for Pepsi to show to start things off.
attorney for Plantiff-Rodeo[ Johnson] locally famous chef
second attorney for Pepsi -Miss K-[nice legs]
causes for today's delay-bad snow storm, fatal shooting in bar last night at 4am- police swarming about
It appears once again this case will not move forward as events have conspired to cause the need for a 13th discovery hearing.
end-a memory play
Wednesday, February 6, 2019
lamentations from a dead man tongue
lamentation from a dead man's tongue
fiction
edward w pritchard
In our temporary grief with an indifferent world sometimes we must look to the ancients for consolation.
Muddy Waters succinctly says it all : " you can't spend what you ain't got" and "you can't lose what you never had".
After the harmonica has stopped coughing, after the electric guitar has stopped crying, and after the piano has stopped thumping morning comes and life moves on.
Insidiously the days pile away. Muddy Waters implores rejuvenating nature which created us: blow wind, blow wind and when the winds return something forgotten is gone.
fiction
edward w pritchard
In our temporary grief with an indifferent world sometimes we must look to the ancients for consolation.
Muddy Waters succinctly says it all : " you can't spend what you ain't got" and "you can't lose what you never had".
After the harmonica has stopped coughing, after the electric guitar has stopped crying, and after the piano has stopped thumping morning comes and life moves on.
Insidiously the days pile away. Muddy Waters implores rejuvenating nature which created us: blow wind, blow wind and when the winds return something forgotten is gone.
Tuesday, February 5, 2019
render unto Caesar
render unto Caesar
fiction
edward w pritchard
Of all the chains that restrict and bind us none so odious as the invisible hand of government in the marketplace.
Driving a car, owning property, buying anything legally and consuming heat, water and light soon come to be taxed directly or indirectly by local, state or federal government. Of course earning money to buy things and pay the taxes is first taxable a portion before received.
Henri David Thoreau was aimlessly and harmlessly strolling about Massachusetts in the 19th century
probably observing the squirrels at work when he chanced to meet local tax collector Sam Staples.
Lo, Henri found out he owed a poll tax past due six years of a few hundred dollars in today's money. Probably to cover the fact he didn't have that kind of money handy Thoreau used his objection to slavery as manifest through the federal governments invasion of Mexico in 1846 as his reason not to pay the tax and Thoreau promptly found himself in jail.
Of course poll taxes are illegal today but still exist in other odious forms. All Americans must have a mailing address so tax collector Sam Staples can easily find you. Should your mailing address not be known as evidenced by your one and only address on your updated driver's license; it is a Patriot Act violation.
Keep pedaling the bicycle that takes you into the future as fast as you can. At least one department of government has plans to turn you over to a collection agency for something ordinary but indispensable you will soon do that is now legal and customary but is soon to be made illegal making you an enemy of the people.
Chaucer the Englishman said it best, and I shall try to follow his advice " we mustn't take the game too seriously".
fiction
edward w pritchard
Of all the chains that restrict and bind us none so odious as the invisible hand of government in the marketplace.
Driving a car, owning property, buying anything legally and consuming heat, water and light soon come to be taxed directly or indirectly by local, state or federal government. Of course earning money to buy things and pay the taxes is first taxable a portion before received.
Henri David Thoreau was aimlessly and harmlessly strolling about Massachusetts in the 19th century
probably observing the squirrels at work when he chanced to meet local tax collector Sam Staples.
Lo, Henri found out he owed a poll tax past due six years of a few hundred dollars in today's money. Probably to cover the fact he didn't have that kind of money handy Thoreau used his objection to slavery as manifest through the federal governments invasion of Mexico in 1846 as his reason not to pay the tax and Thoreau promptly found himself in jail.
Of course poll taxes are illegal today but still exist in other odious forms. All Americans must have a mailing address so tax collector Sam Staples can easily find you. Should your mailing address not be known as evidenced by your one and only address on your updated driver's license; it is a Patriot Act violation.
Keep pedaling the bicycle that takes you into the future as fast as you can. At least one department of government has plans to turn you over to a collection agency for something ordinary but indispensable you will soon do that is now legal and customary but is soon to be made illegal making you an enemy of the people.
Chaucer the Englishman said it best, and I shall try to follow his advice " we mustn't take the game too seriously".
Sunday, February 3, 2019
observe the Shemittah
observe the Shemittah
fiction
edward w pritchard
Walking through a small village back in bible times a man sitting on a rock thinking stopped Jesus who was passing by with his disciples and ask him " Master should a man still observe the Shemittah"
Jesus stopped and sat and on the ground near the man and as all the disciples found a spot on the ground to sit and listen Jesus answered the man's question thus.
Jesus- One day 2,0000 years in the future a country which is the richest on earth will have a debt crisis causing three thousand persons per day to default on their student loans. Panicked the money lenders will pass and enact many laws to collect what is legally owed them. At first the crisis will not trouble most persons for they have a proper job and did not make the mistake of borrowing non productive money that has come to be difficult to pay back. In time however that rich and powerful country found out that an economy is like a boat and small hole in the boat in time can cause everyone to be thrown in to the cold waters far from the safety of the shore.
fiction
edward w pritchard
Walking through a small village back in bible times a man sitting on a rock thinking stopped Jesus who was passing by with his disciples and ask him " Master should a man still observe the Shemittah"
Jesus stopped and sat and on the ground near the man and as all the disciples found a spot on the ground to sit and listen Jesus answered the man's question thus.
Jesus- One day 2,0000 years in the future a country which is the richest on earth will have a debt crisis causing three thousand persons per day to default on their student loans. Panicked the money lenders will pass and enact many laws to collect what is legally owed them. At first the crisis will not trouble most persons for they have a proper job and did not make the mistake of borrowing non productive money that has come to be difficult to pay back. In time however that rich and powerful country found out that an economy is like a boat and small hole in the boat in time can cause everyone to be thrown in to the cold waters far from the safety of the shore.
Saturday, February 2, 2019
me exaggerate; never
me exaggerate; never
fiction
edward w pritchard
note: out of love and respect the names have been used to honor those gone before us
Someone has accused author of exaggerating concerning some fine Cuban cigars. Me exaggerate; never. Poetic license maybe, bluff at Poker and refuse to show the hole cards of course, lie as relatively customary yes, but never to exaggerate.
My career as a small time story teller began at age four. It began as follows.
My dad and his older sister were about the two smartest children growing up back in the 1920's down in the coal field down Morgantown, West Virginia. My Dad's sister grew up to be one of the first school principals down WVA way. Out of love for her brother my Aunt Megan the Principal took it on her self to learn me some manners and how to properly behave at a young age.
Family lore says when I was four when I told my Aunt Megan the following story:
Ed Jr, [ me] was forbidden by his Father to enter the fenced in pasture behind the farm they rented because Ed Sr.new from experience cows and bulls are dangerous. Naturally the boy ventures into the pasture and narrowly escapes the bull. This part of the story is true. However telling the story later to my Aunt Megan to enhance the story I said at the same time the bull was chasing me as a four year old boy from the sky came lightening bolts which chased me one at a time close behind until I got through the fence. She liked to retell that story of mine over and over and on a small scale I became one of her stock characters when she talked about her students and boys in general.
My aunt who was one of the smartest people I knew later developed Alzheimer's decease the last ten years of her life and when I last braved the icy mountain roads of WVA in Winter to see her she was laying thin and alone on a bed with no blanket. Patiently I told the head RN that I had once worked in a nursing home and my Aunt was special to me and could she please give the ex school principal a blanket. Her only son, my Cousin the black belt, one of the toughest guys I know told me later he could only see his Mom as she was the last ten years of her life when he was drunk. And that's the hard truth..
fiction
edward w pritchard
note: out of love and respect the names have been used to honor those gone before us
Someone has accused author of exaggerating concerning some fine Cuban cigars. Me exaggerate; never. Poetic license maybe, bluff at Poker and refuse to show the hole cards of course, lie as relatively customary yes, but never to exaggerate.
My career as a small time story teller began at age four. It began as follows.
My dad and his older sister were about the two smartest children growing up back in the 1920's down in the coal field down Morgantown, West Virginia. My Dad's sister grew up to be one of the first school principals down WVA way. Out of love for her brother my Aunt Megan the Principal took it on her self to learn me some manners and how to properly behave at a young age.
Family lore says when I was four when I told my Aunt Megan the following story:
Ed Jr, [ me] was forbidden by his Father to enter the fenced in pasture behind the farm they rented because Ed Sr.new from experience cows and bulls are dangerous. Naturally the boy ventures into the pasture and narrowly escapes the bull. This part of the story is true. However telling the story later to my Aunt Megan to enhance the story I said at the same time the bull was chasing me as a four year old boy from the sky came lightening bolts which chased me one at a time close behind until I got through the fence. She liked to retell that story of mine over and over and on a small scale I became one of her stock characters when she talked about her students and boys in general.
My aunt who was one of the smartest people I knew later developed Alzheimer's decease the last ten years of her life and when I last braved the icy mountain roads of WVA in Winter to see her she was laying thin and alone on a bed with no blanket. Patiently I told the head RN that I had once worked in a nursing home and my Aunt was special to me and could she please give the ex school principal a blanket. Her only son, my Cousin the black belt, one of the toughest guys I know told me later he could only see his Mom as she was the last ten years of her life when he was drunk. And that's the hard truth..
the rarest of sandal woods
the rarest of sandal woods
fiction
edward w pritchard
At one of my many jobs I had to pay my way through college one of my female coworkers acted what I considered at the time rather forward and invited me to her house for dinner. Her being attractive I accepted her offer although I scarcely knew her.
As I drove up to the address she had given me I realized quickly that I best not park my old car in the winding driveway and I wondered if the Lambrusco wine I had brought for postprandial seduction purposes was appropriate for such a fine mansion.
Both the Mother and Father were very polite to me. The Father showed me his wine cellar when we put the bottle of wine I had brought on ice and the Mother lifted up both silk table cloths to show me the sandalwood 12 chair dinner table which had a slight odor of old money and had been hand made in Asia.
We had our dinner in courses and there was a different plate with each fine food and there was a lady in a white apron who carried the used plates to the kitchen between stages of our repast.
After dinner the Father and uncle and I had a cigar on the back porch overlooking the swimming pool. Later the daughter showed me the grounds as we walked off our meal as she put her hand on my forearm as we walked about. However I didn't move things along as usual with the girl and I never called her back.Thinking of her now 50 years later I can't remember her first or last name or exactly what street the family lived on although it is no more than twenty miles from where I now sit. I still can remember vividly the smell of the sandalwood Asian dinner table and the smell of the Cuban cigars I smoked with the Father and uncle. I think the uncle's name was Maurice.
Later today I see my grand daughter play basketball and tomorrow I see my 14 month other grand daughter and my three year old grandson. To me my three grand children are all the world.
Sometimes I remember my Father bringing me a new bike home from work when I was four and him pushing me down the long driveway and me not knowing how to use the brakes and me getting hung up in a half century old rosebush at the bottom of the drive at the farm we rented and how my Mother cried when my Father used a pair of pliers to pull the thorns out of my arms and chest. Other times I remember a girl I can't recall hand on my forearm and wonder if things in life are preordained or just random.
fiction
edward w pritchard
At one of my many jobs I had to pay my way through college one of my female coworkers acted what I considered at the time rather forward and invited me to her house for dinner. Her being attractive I accepted her offer although I scarcely knew her.
As I drove up to the address she had given me I realized quickly that I best not park my old car in the winding driveway and I wondered if the Lambrusco wine I had brought for postprandial seduction purposes was appropriate for such a fine mansion.
Both the Mother and Father were very polite to me. The Father showed me his wine cellar when we put the bottle of wine I had brought on ice and the Mother lifted up both silk table cloths to show me the sandalwood 12 chair dinner table which had a slight odor of old money and had been hand made in Asia.
We had our dinner in courses and there was a different plate with each fine food and there was a lady in a white apron who carried the used plates to the kitchen between stages of our repast.
After dinner the Father and uncle and I had a cigar on the back porch overlooking the swimming pool. Later the daughter showed me the grounds as we walked off our meal as she put her hand on my forearm as we walked about. However I didn't move things along as usual with the girl and I never called her back.Thinking of her now 50 years later I can't remember her first or last name or exactly what street the family lived on although it is no more than twenty miles from where I now sit. I still can remember vividly the smell of the sandalwood Asian dinner table and the smell of the Cuban cigars I smoked with the Father and uncle. I think the uncle's name was Maurice.
Later today I see my grand daughter play basketball and tomorrow I see my 14 month other grand daughter and my three year old grandson. To me my three grand children are all the world.
Sometimes I remember my Father bringing me a new bike home from work when I was four and him pushing me down the long driveway and me not knowing how to use the brakes and me getting hung up in a half century old rosebush at the bottom of the drive at the farm we rented and how my Mother cried when my Father used a pair of pliers to pull the thorns out of my arms and chest. Other times I remember a girl I can't recall hand on my forearm and wonder if things in life are preordained or just random.
Friday, February 1, 2019
second best seat in the part 2
second best seat in the house part 2
fiction
edward w pritchard
After death everyone comes to find out that heaven and hell are the same place.
At a small folding card table in heaven/hell somewhere far off Aristophanes the Greek Comic play right writer of Lysistrata, Frogs,clouds,etc, Saint Augustine prolific Christian writer of "the city of God , and James Booker New Orleans piano virtuoso who played "goodnight sweetheart " at the end of his shift nightly at the piano bar are all dead and together always, seemingly forever when in walks just dead ornery Australian feminist Germaine Greer carrying a small folding chair. She must decide who to sit next to and she has been told once she chooses a seats she can't move, never for eternity
Before Aristophanes or Saint Augustine can speak, bow or assist James Booker tells Greer the following joke:
"an old man is dying in a hospital and has just requested for the nurse to remove the tube down his throat so he can say one last thing to his wife of 67 years -- the man asks his wife--honey why didn't you ever let me decide what to name any of our six children-- always honest the wife says -- I thought their fathers should do that"
Greer sits next to Booker seemingly for eternity saying "shame there is no piano"and with that eternity begins anew.
fiction
edward w pritchard
After death everyone comes to find out that heaven and hell are the same place.
At a small folding card table in heaven/hell somewhere far off Aristophanes the Greek Comic play right writer of Lysistrata, Frogs,clouds,etc, Saint Augustine prolific Christian writer of "the city of God , and James Booker New Orleans piano virtuoso who played "goodnight sweetheart " at the end of his shift nightly at the piano bar are all dead and together always, seemingly forever when in walks just dead ornery Australian feminist Germaine Greer carrying a small folding chair. She must decide who to sit next to and she has been told once she chooses a seats she can't move, never for eternity
Before Aristophanes or Saint Augustine can speak, bow or assist James Booker tells Greer the following joke:
"an old man is dying in a hospital and has just requested for the nurse to remove the tube down his throat so he can say one last thing to his wife of 67 years -- the man asks his wife--honey why didn't you ever let me decide what to name any of our six children-- always honest the wife says -- I thought their fathers should do that"
Greer sits next to Booker seemingly for eternity saying "shame there is no piano"and with that eternity begins anew.
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