this stock market mania ends badly

 this stock market mania ends badly

fiction

edward w pritchard

This stock market mania ends badly. As proof I offer the picture of Oswald Krel painted in 1499 by Albrecht Durer. Please look it up on google images. Notice the deep hysterical look on Krel's face in Durer's picture.  In fact in Durer's picture, if Krel had a wallstreet jacket on Krel  could pass for a modern guest on the business news discussing today's bit coin closing prices. Notice Krel's eyes rolling fearfully to the left in Durer's picture.

Imaginary money and imaginary thoughts of the ultra wealthy avoiding death by taking personal spaceships to Mars and living in petite life saving pods to avoid the congestion and turmoil of Earth.   

deciphering the enigma of time

 deciphering the enigma of time

edward w pritchard

The internet is an amazing resource and using it I have come to grips with the age old question of is time real and do the past and future actually exist. However although I have learned much on the internet about time from watching scientists, philosophers and various persons of genius it is from a more obscure source that I have come to get my arms and mind about the true nature of Time's existence for humans as we dash through  space clutching the earth which is spinning rapidly and dashing across the universe pulled and pushed by the Sun. 

My source for deciphering the true nature of time is the singer T bone Walkers Stormy Monday  Blues rendition. Listen to it for your self paying special attention to his description of the sadness in the future days of the week to come for him such as the days after the Stormy Monday in question which include Tuesday being just as bad [ for the blues to overcome him ] and Wednesday being worse etc as T Bone Walker foresees and predicts the future for himself before it actually occurs. 

 As I said elsewhere time has no reality for he who mourns. Listen to stormy Monday blues by t bone walker

it's a brief history of time for him. 

no money in poetry only oblivion

 no money in poetry only oblivion

fiction

edward w pritchard

Reading Faulkner recently I saw he said, poetry is hardest to write, short stories next and novels easiest. Although I can't read Faulkner's novels and pages and pages of dialects I certainly enjoyed the short story 

" a Rose for Emily" by Faulkner. 

I have wrote a few good poems in my opinion. Maybe it makes up a bit for my many short comings.

Here's a very short poem

Oblivion forgives all our shortcomings.

end 

put your hand up to the left side of your face oh so gently

 put your hand up to the left side of your  face oh so gently

fiction

edward w pritchard

When you watch Otis Spahn play piano and sing  " ain't nobody's business if  I do" I am sometimes  over whelmed when Otis  puts his hand up gently to the side of his face for emphasis to what he is singing and piano playing. It's the blues at it's best when Otis plays piano  on " ain't nobodies business if I do. " it's so emotional; like if you were talking with Dante about Beatrice. She died young you know. 

Step out of time and contemplate existence. It's quite brief you know. 

reflections on an over due hospital bell

 reflections on an over due hospital bill

fiction
edward w pritchard

Ever notice how many of the world's greatest unique painters struggled to get by financially despite their talent and genius?

Considering how to pay an over due hospital bill rather than devise a plan or strategy I decided to look on you tube and look at the 100 greatest paintings and contemplate on the financial difficulties of the gifted artists who created the masterpieces. 

Oh that I were younger and back in Florence,  Italy or nearby Sienna. I wouldn't change a thing. I wouldn't save my money. I wouldn't be appropriately practical like I should be. 

Look at the great art of history even if it's just on you tube. Even if it's not in person at the Chicago art museum or the Prado. 

most jobs are pretty much the same

most jobs are pretty much the same 

fiction

edward w pritchard

Most jobs are pretty much the same. Watching Jose Altuve the second baseman of the Houston Astros in the baseball playoffs as he made a rare error as a sharply hit ball to him took an unexpected bad balance I got the no one wants to work anymore blues. Despite Altuve's dependability and expertise at batting and baseball he was much criticized for a rare error. 

Work twelve years on the second shift and get a customer complaint and the owner is ready to fire you cause you make more per hour than his accountant says is ideal for a worker of your background. 

It's nice that old Altuve is a rare millionaire who must still work for a living.  I myself get very tired of hearing small business owners complain that no one wants to work. Americans will work if the pay and the work environment is suitable to them. Otherwise they will do with less for the time being let the global economy be damned.  

supply chain blues

 supply chain blues

fiction

edward w pritchard

I Stopped at auto zone the other day to have the catalytic converter scanned and for the second time in six weeks the auto zone near my house said their scanner was broken and they couldn't get another one sent because of severe supply chain issues throughout America. Looking online for assistance I noticed an article from Bank of America recommending for the immediate future investors not invest in companies dependent on supply chains.

Thinking back to when I was in business I couldn't recall too many legitimate and concrete concerns that didn't require a supply chain. 

I recall when I was night auditor at a hotel one cold slow night that a local lady of the evening  stopped at the desk and offered me free sex if I would refer rich golfers who came into town for the PGA golf extravaganza at the Firestone county club. Thinking on my feet I told her I had enough trouble with my own women. Laughing a bit she offered me a cash commission for each referral. As I mentioned earlier about my hotel days rumor had it that my hotels owners were pretty tough folks so I politely refused the local lady business women's request to assist her with her supply chain. 

Huntington beach oil spill

 Huntington beach oil spill

 fiction 

edward w pritchard

Several times have I been at Huntington beach California at the Pacific Ocean;  when I wasn't watching the girls playing volley ball there near the boardwalk I often would look out to sea and sometimes I would see an oil tanker about a mile out. I always had bad vibes about those massive ships being so close to shore. 

Sadly I see there has been a massive oil spill out near the Huntington boardwalk in California where I often went for tacos and sunshine and Rand R about 50 miles from my brothers fancy home where I sometimes stayed. 

Huntington beach had it's problems then. California never emptied the trash cans there on the pier and the restrooms on the boardwalk hadn't been cleaned in ever so long. 

Still sitting  near the water watching the surfers dodge the pier in the golden sunshine was heavenly. Huntington beach and Manhattan beach up the coast were two of my favorite places to visit. 

Looking down from up high the sky must be crying as Elmore James says in his song by  the destruction of our pristine coastlines. 

marian anderson and hank williams

 Marian Anderson and Hank Williams

fiction

edward w pritchard

I am usually alone so for solace I often listen to Marian Anderson or Hank Williams. 

Marian Anderson sings Ave Maria to perfection and in an alto voice. She also moves me with " sometimes I feel like a Motherless child". 

My favorite Hank Williams is " I saw the light". Hank was no do gooder Christian. He was like us sinners and all to human. 

I can't read  scripture anymore or listen to no preacher or mystics but I can be reached through music.