We’re Too Old for That

IMG_3046I’m going dedicate this melancholy and powerful love song to those who’ve endured an ill fated love affair with an online person. An online person they barely knew ANY thing about outside of those tales each told the other.
I will include the video and then a link to the lyrics.

Air Supply’s lyrics here

If the lyrics are burned upon your heart (as they are on mine) it is probably because you memorized them in your youth.
But of course , it also means you were way too old to get your heart in such a bind.
Leave the guessing games to the young lovers. They have more heart to spare and more years to repair.
We, over a certain age, let’s be honest, do not.
Heal, be kind to yourself and walk to a coffee house or art exhibit for your next find.

Reality Worse than any Handmaid

I can appreciate a writer taking the time to illustrate ‘real’ life parallels to works of futuristic fiction.
This following author suggests modern biological hazards and misfortunes as being relevant to the show “A Handmaids Tale”
https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.theatlantic.com/amp/article/527274/We don’t need to expend quite so much imagination nor wander so far.

Within our current laws there are more legitimate and blatant threats concerning the so called and such feared “enslavement of women”.

Very real committees have been designated as the overseers of the lives of all females in our so called family.

They can be found, clear as day …on any day, within the countless executive orders that we’re either too lazy to read for ourselves or being distracted from reading. At the very worst, being groomed into being too ignorant to understand.



(For the children moaning over how the current administration is “abusing” women’s rights, as expected, I expect a little mature silence to realize these orders were snugly put into place way before “the other side” came back to rule; and sober understanding that each side IS One side would be much appreciated as well.)

THESE are the dangers that needed paying attention to. I place need into the past tense because they are set in stone now; our granddaughters unable to fight the future injustices because we their “strong, independent and justice seeking” foremothers didn’t have the guts nor wisdom to read between lines of legalese..that placed ownership of a woman’s life into the hands of nearly all others than our own.

These orders coupled with the uptick of mental illness diagnoses amongst women?…my god…a “Handmaids Tale” is the very last scenario to fear, never mind pondering and spinning over some tired environmental arguments.

Our personal weakness and delusional suckling on what Plato described as “lies of the soul”…that’s what will be our undoing.
We have handed over our lives, they’re not being stolen away.
And shame on us for allowing it.

Photo credit ideabug @gettyimages

A Gift for Dad


Father’s Day is around the corner.
Consider getting him “Art: Over 2,500 Works from Cave to Contemporary”
If Dad is an art enthusiast or needs a little nudge to realize he is an art enthusiast, this is one of the best art reference books I’ve had the privilege of owning.
There are color coded sections, concise definitions of periods, styles and artists and gorgeous photos..to start with.
At times, as with one of my childhood favorites “Las Meninas”, there are  relative sections juicy with extra info.
Yummy for the tummy of most students and/or admirers of fine art and history.

Sorry, the pics are on the blurry side. I’m sure the publishers wouldn’t mind if it prompted some to purchase their own copies for a clearer look.

Nim’s Misfortunate Bonding with Man

Spoiler alerts in my writing after “Project Nim” trailer video.
There is a scene in this film where we get to see a chimpanzee named Nim ecstatically run into the arms of what he knew as a former ‘owner”.
It had been over a  year since  Nim last saw this man. It had been a year since he was abandoned in a dark facility of caged wild chimpanzees. He had been very distressed when his “family” left him there. Now, someone returned for him. Or so it seemed.

You see, Nim was raised drinking soda  and accustomed to climbing into soft beds with his human siblings. He was used to getting birthday cakes, being tickled and even smoking a joint once in a while. He was raised as a human for an experimental study. He was successfully taught to communicate via sign language. He even gained a bit of international attention; not that it did him a fat lot of good for the years ahead.

When Nim jumped, screeching loudly, into the arms of this man, he literally started humping the man’s body. No doubt he was sure that he was going back home away from the brutal beasts he’d been forced to live with. Electric shocks of hope must have zapped through him the very millisecond his brain associated that man’s face with the faces of “loved ones” he obviously never forgot.

Nim never did go back home.

I smiled. I thought on how embarrassing it would have been for any one of us to hump the body of someone we were relieved to see again. With many of us being able to keep such instincts in check, I don’t doubt that a lot of us have felt such excitement. Sometimes, we jump or shout for joy when we’ve been rescued from certain awfulness . Sometimes, simple confirmation of someone truly loving us is enough to set our feet to dancing.
A sadness welled up as I thought on those of us familiar with that deeply shattering embarrassment associated with betrayal. That final break in faith after one too many exposures of naked enthusiasm.. for nothing. Our inability to erase our foolishness from the minds of witnesses, that shame of being used, as well as being “stupid”, making things so much worse..

Mercifully, being a chimpanzee, Nim was spared those particular salts in an already gaping wound.

Nim couldn’t help that his fate was in the hands of a  Combover Cassanova playing “sophisticated mentor” to vulnerable young girls. Nim had no support groups to go to, nor hotlines to call. He had no choice. At all.

Thank goodness, we do. No matter how badly we are taken for granted or abused. Thank goodness we have choices as human beings.
May the story of Nim’s life remind us of our blessing of Choice
more frequently than it hints at what a cosmic embarrassment Man is.

Gorgeous Gilberto

If you’ve never heard of her, I had to include these videos for the full effect; simple words will not suffice.

She maintains a sexy feminine sophistication  ( sorely lacking amongst most of us) yet still exudes a natural and joyful warmth. Your heart will thank you for the introduction, that’s for sure.
Bebel’s father was João Gilberto, the Brazilian godfather of Bossa Nova. Her mother, singer Astrud Gilberto, shot to international stardom as the original singer of the classic “Girl from Impanema”.

Assaulting Heritage

American and confederate flag concept background
The removal of these statues sends a clear message, an unequivocal message to the people of New Orleans, and to the people of our nation, that New Orleans celebrates our diversity,” Landrieu said.
Article regarding Southern monuments being destroyed and the New Orleans mayor
having words about it.

That’s either a gold plated nerve that I’m looking at or a low down case of ignorance within that statement. It’s either a boasting about being cold blooded enough to uphold peace for one brother by whooping the hell out of the other or a lack of manners. Maybe it’s simply ignorance on whether celebrations of diversity pass cultural demonization out as party favors.

I understand that Southern heritage and pride is to be, at most, held sacred by its natives. At the least, respected by law and blessed by common human decency.

I also understand that  North and South reunited; one did not eradicate the other. It was a sister returning home, beaten and bleeding. She was to be embraced and all kinds of prayers of thanks offered for her return.
Her personal belongings weren’t supposed to be thrown out, the things she holds dear. These mementoes from a past not all can share with her, tributes which give her comfort in soulfully intimate ways through remembrance. Even the worst memories can end up being  transformed into something beautiful for individuals. It most definitely is not the job of other flawed human beings to make that kind of decision for each of us, what to toss out and keep.

Passively allowing the assault of something as intimate as our thoughts on what things are “supposed” to mean to us  is the most breathtakingly arrogant thing I’ve seen us condone as a whole.

Thousands of young men, forced to serve, died serving that heritage.
Civil War draft

There were great numbers of black Confederate Soldiers who volunteered. They served and spilled blood fighting for varied benefit on promise of that heritage, for many..the land of their birth.

Countless men and women saturated this land with their blood and tears. They were suffering  alongside their siblings from the “opposition” . They were forced into a war in which they had no say in. Many families are still aching from the blows inflicted upon them during that time. Would it have been so bad to continue believing all was behind us due to the fact that we all pulled together? Was there  truly this need to spitefully rip open a wound we’ve been doing our best to heal without instigators and fire starters involved?
The very least we owe them is to pretend that we deserve title of being the future where those desperate dreams of “equality” applied to. You know, the idea of “equality” that doomed white Southern abolitionists were often hung for.
Sadly, all we’ve shown is that we think equality is accomplished by charging into rooms and turning  tables all over the place.

For us to sit by and bobble head nod our way through agreeing with the public and illegal destruction of a targeted American people’s rights of representation…in the year 2017 folks…..there should be a hot streak of shame running through us for it.
Especially when most of us can reach into our wallet and drag out a twenty bill with the face of one of the more famous Native American murderers on it..Andrew Jackson.
If a mayor wishes to  talk about daily painful reminders that allegedly “require” removal, then he should do something about banning that offensive bill as well.
Mardi Gras seems like the opportune time. There’s plenty of those bills flying around at that time.
Let me know when they chuck THAT into their high and mighty “Bonfire of Indignancies”

A Priceless Comfort

My heart melted all over the place as I soaked the following performances in.


Knowing that organ music is accompanying us into the future = priceless comfort. 

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