Taedeare caused me anxiety and ennui
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
How many tesium credits I spent entertaining Taedeare when I was training as a space cadet I shudder to count.
How many red discipline demerits I accounted as an assistant rocketeer daydreaming about Taedeare
on long flights from the Earth's moon to Mars or beyond would fill seven flight logs.
How many fist and foot encounters I initiated when hustlers hit on Taedeare when Taedeare and I exchanged my Tesium credits for food and beverage in dive bars is demonstrated in triangular scars on my knuckles and toes.
Twice I fired my plasmatonic thruster at two different competitors for Taedeare's affections.
Taedeare has caused me anxiety and ennui. How can Taedeare haunt me across sixty million miles of Space? Why do I spend my vacation credits over and over to see Taedeare when as soon as I take off again for Space travel she is back to her same fickle ways?
Why when I am billed and bound to go to Mars do I paste Taedeare's picture to flight deck seven and endure co pilot Hansen's jokes about cheatin Women from Mars to Jupiter and back?
Taedeare what are you doing now and are you thinking about me?
Sunday, March 9, 2014
missing Indian, missing buffalo
missing Indian, missing buffalo
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
Missing one nickel,
missing one stoic Indian,
missing one contented buffalo,
missing sixty wasted years.
Where are the buffalo nickels,
where are the contented Indians,
where is the wasted years that I spent grieving over
lost herds of buffalo that didn't run when we shot them down.
Where are you familiar nickel lost but not forgotten.
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
Missing one nickel,
missing one stoic Indian,
missing one contented buffalo,
missing sixty wasted years.
Where are the buffalo nickels,
where are the contented Indians,
where is the wasted years that I spent grieving over
lost herds of buffalo that didn't run when we shot them down.
Where are you familiar nickel lost but not forgotten.
suspense and surprise grip the world over the missing airliner
suspense and surprise grip the world over the missing airliner
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
As I write this we, the world anxiously waits for news in suspense and in surprise over the fate of the passengers on a missing Malaysian airliner.
Suspense because the airliner disappeared from the tracking grid and surprise because despite rescue efforts no trace of the airplane can be detected. It's unusual now a days for anything to be off the grid.
We are surprised and fearful for awhile that no one seems to know with certainty what has happened to the missing plane.
Missing people cause us distress. Each missing passenger has people distressed over their fate. In such a situation fearful grieving loved ones do not want to hear scientific explanations or probabilities. People terrified of the worse for their loved ones want to believe in an all powerful God who orders events and outcomes and can miraculously rescues those they love.
When things happen out of the ordinary it can temporarily upset the order of the World, even a world ruled by probabilities and scientific explanations.
Secretly, ask God this Sunday morning for a positive outcome for the missing passengers on the Malaysian Plane.
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
As I write this we, the world anxiously waits for news in suspense and in surprise over the fate of the passengers on a missing Malaysian airliner.
Suspense because the airliner disappeared from the tracking grid and surprise because despite rescue efforts no trace of the airplane can be detected. It's unusual now a days for anything to be off the grid.
We are surprised and fearful for awhile that no one seems to know with certainty what has happened to the missing plane.
Missing people cause us distress. Each missing passenger has people distressed over their fate. In such a situation fearful grieving loved ones do not want to hear scientific explanations or probabilities. People terrified of the worse for their loved ones want to believe in an all powerful God who orders events and outcomes and can miraculously rescues those they love.
When things happen out of the ordinary it can temporarily upset the order of the World, even a world ruled by probabilities and scientific explanations.
Secretly, ask God this Sunday morning for a positive outcome for the missing passengers on the Malaysian Plane.
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Keith Urban and Big Joe Turner chase away the blues
Keith Urban and Big Joe Turner chase away the blues
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
There are so many plastic hippies, urban cowboys and gigantic truck driven suburban wrappers that it's given me the blues. I liked it better when we were authentic but hurting, sincere but malfunctioning.
Big Joe Turner I know how it feels to get old now. Sing "I hear you knocking one" one more time. Big Joe when you can't raise the voice to belt out another verse that rhymes Keith urban can pick up the torch.
Keith Urban sounds like he is hurting too. " I hear you knocking" and "I'll fly away" contain a little too much true emotion for modern days Keith. Take care of your self cowboy, life is a tough road; ask Big Joe Turner.
Who you gonna pass the torch to Keith Urban? Who is gonna sing with authenticity and help us not think about what we don't want to remember and who is gonna distract us after Big Joe Turner, me and you, Keith are gone?
Record "I hear you knocking" when you are in pain again Keith; there are so many plastic hippies, urban cowboys and gigantic truck driven suburban wrappers that it's given me the blues.
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
There are so many plastic hippies, urban cowboys and gigantic truck driven suburban wrappers that it's given me the blues. I liked it better when we were authentic but hurting, sincere but malfunctioning.
Big Joe Turner I know how it feels to get old now. Sing "I hear you knocking one" one more time. Big Joe when you can't raise the voice to belt out another verse that rhymes Keith urban can pick up the torch.
Keith Urban sounds like he is hurting too. " I hear you knocking" and "I'll fly away" contain a little too much true emotion for modern days Keith. Take care of your self cowboy, life is a tough road; ask Big Joe Turner.
Who you gonna pass the torch to Keith Urban? Who is gonna sing with authenticity and help us not think about what we don't want to remember and who is gonna distract us after Big Joe Turner, me and you, Keith are gone?
Record "I hear you knocking" when you are in pain again Keith; there are so many plastic hippies, urban cowboys and gigantic truck driven suburban wrappers that it's given me the blues.
Friday, March 7, 2014
Leon Russell has lived long and changed much
Leon Russell has lived long and changed much
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
What if you had to predict what an avatar of Leon Russell the talented singer and song writer would morph into over a long and productive career as a musician?
Leo Russell super talented back up sideman, solo artist, becomes song writer extraordinaire, becomes piano man. Leon Russell hangs out in the 60's and 70's with Dylan, George Harrison, and the shelter people a very, vary unique group of friends and admirers.
Leon Russell creative genius could belt out a song. Every few years a different style, familiar in a why didn't I think of that it seems like you heard the tune before way, just after Leon coined it.
Leon Russell so subtlety cool. He goes from looking like a shy fifty's character to a white haired avatar of god.
Leon Russell one of America's unique avatars. To dissect the American character start with Leon Russell. Start with him as a four year old piano playing genius with impeccable timing and end with Leon as an old man with a cane looking like an avatar of god sitting off stage in the twilight of his life. Leon smiling and watching while others sing the music he wrote.
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
What if you had to predict what an avatar of Leon Russell the talented singer and song writer would morph into over a long and productive career as a musician?
Leo Russell super talented back up sideman, solo artist, becomes song writer extraordinaire, becomes piano man. Leon Russell hangs out in the 60's and 70's with Dylan, George Harrison, and the shelter people a very, vary unique group of friends and admirers.
Leon Russell creative genius could belt out a song. Every few years a different style, familiar in a why didn't I think of that it seems like you heard the tune before way, just after Leon coined it.
Leon Russell so subtlety cool. He goes from looking like a shy fifty's character to a white haired avatar of god.
Leon Russell one of America's unique avatars. To dissect the American character start with Leon Russell. Start with him as a four year old piano playing genius with impeccable timing and end with Leon as an old man with a cane looking like an avatar of god sitting off stage in the twilight of his life. Leon smiling and watching while others sing the music he wrote.
Thursday, March 6, 2014
For my foreign readers/ [if any] part 2
For my foreign readers/ [if any] part 2
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
Dear Mr. Pritchard:
I read your article criticizing America and I must protest. Your criticism does an injustice to most of America, which is the best place in the world to live and work.
However the place I now find myself is so full of cheats and hustlers that I must agree with your overall critique of our country.
I live at the beach in Florida. I won't say the name of the city but it is near Daytona Beach.
I do not mean to condemn the entire State of Florida. It is just the South beach between the Hilton Hotel to the dunes and caves where the public beach ends that is filled to capacity with cheats, hustlers and pirates.
A few days ago I was at the beach with Shirley a friend from the Wal Mart in town. We were walking in the warm ocean looking for sea shells enjoying the waves when our towels, shirts and shoes were stolen.
Fortunately our wallets and valuables were in our car seven miles away. In the long hot walk back to our car we were sunburned and stepped on about a hundred jelly fish.
I tried to borrow money but these wealthy wall street types retired here from New York wouldn't listen to my explanation. Some went so far as to put their hands over their ears so as not to hear us thinking us homeless beggars.
One or two business types selling things at the beach offered us tee shirts and thong style shoes on credit at 1000% profit to them.
Florida has the most beautiful beaches in the world. However, don't be stuck in Florida with no money temporarily, or no shoes and no shirts. The sun is brutal and the natives are worse.
end
Dear Mr. Pritchard
I read your criticism of America. You forgot to mention people smoking in public. They do it here in West Virginia. Now that's barbaric.
end
Dear Mr. Pritchard"
I read your critique of America. Try living in Chicago. Women here ignore you if you don't have a good job and won't spend lots of money on them in fancy restaurants. Someday I am going to save up enough to move to Florida.
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
Dear Mr. Pritchard:
I read your article criticizing America and I must protest. Your criticism does an injustice to most of America, which is the best place in the world to live and work.
However the place I now find myself is so full of cheats and hustlers that I must agree with your overall critique of our country.
I live at the beach in Florida. I won't say the name of the city but it is near Daytona Beach.
I do not mean to condemn the entire State of Florida. It is just the South beach between the Hilton Hotel to the dunes and caves where the public beach ends that is filled to capacity with cheats, hustlers and pirates.
A few days ago I was at the beach with Shirley a friend from the Wal Mart in town. We were walking in the warm ocean looking for sea shells enjoying the waves when our towels, shirts and shoes were stolen.
Fortunately our wallets and valuables were in our car seven miles away. In the long hot walk back to our car we were sunburned and stepped on about a hundred jelly fish.
I tried to borrow money but these wealthy wall street types retired here from New York wouldn't listen to my explanation. Some went so far as to put their hands over their ears so as not to hear us thinking us homeless beggars.
One or two business types selling things at the beach offered us tee shirts and thong style shoes on credit at 1000% profit to them.
Florida has the most beautiful beaches in the world. However, don't be stuck in Florida with no money temporarily, or no shoes and no shirts. The sun is brutal and the natives are worse.
end
Dear Mr. Pritchard
I read your criticism of America. You forgot to mention people smoking in public. They do it here in West Virginia. Now that's barbaric.
end
Dear Mr. Pritchard"
I read your critique of America. Try living in Chicago. Women here ignore you if you don't have a good job and won't spend lots of money on them in fancy restaurants. Someday I am going to save up enough to move to Florida.
For my foreign readers [ if any]
for my foreign readers if any [ if any]
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
In many ways America appears to me to be an uncivilized Country. It shames me to say this about the place that I love and live in.
Our system of prisons when I think about it is barbaric. How we in America are so miserly with our handicapped citizens in proportion to our countries immense wealth shames me to consider. The fact that Guantanamo Bay silently officiously endures to defy common decency in the twenty first century is shocking and sickening. The greed of many Americans and the crass worship of wealth displayed in America is embarrassing.
I have never lived in another Country or in another time period of the past to properly judge my country, America, the United States against other Countries and civilizations from earlier eras. Perhaps all Countries are this way, despite the good, shocking bad and lacking in certain aspects if considered too intimately especially after one has lived a long time.
Only when I read the great authors of the past can I catch a fleeting glimpse of what other Countries than my own are really like. Shakespeare, Tolstoy, James Joyce, Proust and the writers of the Bible shine a light on human nature and by reading one can distill what is civilization and Judge the times and places the current reader lives in against historical standards.
Me, living in America now I sometimes feel like Willie Loman the character created by Author Miller in his play " the Death of a Salesman". I especially feel this way when I drive my car about the place where I live. People honk and rush aggressively at me as I now drive a little slower because of diminishing eyesight, perceived unusually bad weather and preoccupation with my own thoughts. Little human decency is displayed by drivers where I live.
Henry David Thoreau wrote about and judged Americans in Concord Massachusetts in nineteenth century America and found them lacking. In the process he comes across as an aging curmudgeon.
Perhaps rather than a judgment of the place we live in, criticism of our country is just aging and is universal, a human trait displayed by the elderly in all countries and times and places.
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
In many ways America appears to me to be an uncivilized Country. It shames me to say this about the place that I love and live in.
Our system of prisons when I think about it is barbaric. How we in America are so miserly with our handicapped citizens in proportion to our countries immense wealth shames me to consider. The fact that Guantanamo Bay silently officiously endures to defy common decency in the twenty first century is shocking and sickening. The greed of many Americans and the crass worship of wealth displayed in America is embarrassing.
I have never lived in another Country or in another time period of the past to properly judge my country, America, the United States against other Countries and civilizations from earlier eras. Perhaps all Countries are this way, despite the good, shocking bad and lacking in certain aspects if considered too intimately especially after one has lived a long time.
Only when I read the great authors of the past can I catch a fleeting glimpse of what other Countries than my own are really like. Shakespeare, Tolstoy, James Joyce, Proust and the writers of the Bible shine a light on human nature and by reading one can distill what is civilization and Judge the times and places the current reader lives in against historical standards.
Me, living in America now I sometimes feel like Willie Loman the character created by Author Miller in his play " the Death of a Salesman". I especially feel this way when I drive my car about the place where I live. People honk and rush aggressively at me as I now drive a little slower because of diminishing eyesight, perceived unusually bad weather and preoccupation with my own thoughts. Little human decency is displayed by drivers where I live.
Henry David Thoreau wrote about and judged Americans in Concord Massachusetts in nineteenth century America and found them lacking. In the process he comes across as an aging curmudgeon.
Perhaps rather than a judgment of the place we live in, criticism of our country is just aging and is universal, a human trait displayed by the elderly in all countries and times and places.
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