Thursday, May 31, 2012
In My Dreams!
I feel the need to type something although I do not as yet know what it is. Have I confused you? You must stand in line behind me first! Its close to bed time but I feel the need to sign off. I have developed a nightly habit of typing whatever is on my mind. My mind seems blank and I know that's not possible! I have been reading for about an hour, the book I'm reading is delightfully stimulating, so how could my brain be dead? First guess would be overuse, not possible where I work! There should be a sign over the time card "check your brain here!" So what then be my predicament? Uh, why am I asking you? Like I can here the feedback! Funny thing is I think we're all connected, through the Mind net, whether we believe or even think about it. Think me crazy, that's okay, we're all crazy in our own way. One only has to observe others, listen to others. No I mean really listen! Not the shake your head in agreement nod, as to be nice. Here in Daisyville, I have major suspicion all across the lands, over the oceans, into every nook and cranny of the globe, we be crazier now than ever!!! I give to you evidence my honorable friends. Television across this planet, more channels than a remote can count. Then why can't you stay on one program and enjoy? Watching The Ed Sullivan Show and Walt Disney on Sunday night on a small screen black and white television with a snowy picture that would rolled uncontrollably sometimes was AWESOME in 1964! We dare not leave for one second to get a snack, holding our bladder until tears came out our eyes! Today there's 72 inch surround sound with definition so good you can see every line on your favorite actor's face. We turned the living room into a TV room. Why was it called a living room for anyway? There's popcorn, soda's, half eaten sandwiches, 500 DVDs. Computer phones that holds more information than Encyclopedia's. Ah oh, sorry I'm showing my age and ignorance. Do people today, even know what an Encyclopedia is? I bet not! Take a young one born in the last 30 years they would not know what the Dewey Decimal System is let alone an actual library.They have the Internet! What was I thinking? We have too much of too much! Our minds are not overloaded, we're fricking bored out of our fricking skulls! Glory be.... 24 hour weather channel. Please explain to me why in the hell would advertisers, advertise their products that only repeats the same fricking thing 24 hours a day? 24 hours a day news channels that rot yer fricking brain with the same-O, same O!!!!!!!!!!!! Who wants to hear Politicians, Wall Street, Wars, Deaths, Millionaire cry baby athletes and Movie Stars that can't live on a a gazillion $$$$. Waa! waa! waa! I feel so sorry for you!!! Try living on my salary one !@#$ing year assholes!!!
Now I've only been into this blog thing for a little while you see. I take a few minutes, occasionally checking some stories that appear on my home page. Holmes! They be taking over the hood baby!!! Main Stream has invaded! Okay, okay! okay, this Face Book stuff. What the hell is this all about. This young feller creates this, sells stock bringing in more money than............................? I don't get it nor do I want to get it! Somethings wrong, badd wrong and we're flushing ourselves down the crapper! I think I was born during the wrong century!
Did we not... Once upon a time, manufacture product with craftsmanship, believing in something for a reason, with morals, courage, ethics, humanity! Maybe I learned that in school, no I read fairy tales as a kid, no, no,no I remember now, it's only when I dream, when I dream baby I dream!!! Glen, GOODNIGHT!
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
A Glimpse Inside My Mind, Killdeer, & More!!!
Tonight was totally opposite of yesterday, same time, same place here in Daisyville. Remember now, that be my very own magical mystery world where yours truly resides. HELLO! I shall describe my world as only I can, a real yet make believe world from the inner workings of an old man's mind. Sometimes I feel as an old man waking up becoming young once again. I sometimes feel revived and "Lord have mercy," I am the whole revival, like the tent meetings my family attended as a child! A visiting Evangelist sits up a tent in the hot summertime, yep I'm not lying to ya! If you don't know what in the hell I'm talking about, I beg you to see the movie Elmer Gantry. It's an old black and white movie made back in the late fifties or early sixties with Burt Lancaster. Gosh darn it!!! I can't remember some of the other names but I see their faces. If this movie doesn't move you then you be a hopeless case. It's about spirit, amazement, innocence, good acting. It be movies like you don't see anymore! Hallelujah brothers and sisters I'm feeling good tonight!
Last night it was 82 degrees, warm beautiful light breeze. Daisyville was.... far out baby! Sixties flashback sorry! No, not drugs, too much television I reckon! Oh! oh! oh! Lightning done hit me! If I remember right, did Shirley Jones play the mother on The Partridge Family? If my old mind is correct she won an award for a small part she played in Elmer Gantry.
What? "Yes I know I can google it!" What do you take me for an ox or a moron. The parting of my thoughts to find information can be such sweet sorrow. Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha! I be such an oxymoron!!!
ANYWAY.... before my mind carried me away.... tonight was a cool damp 62 degrees. I had my windows up in my truck as I made my midnight delivery. After work I'm driving on the outskirts of Daisyville and there was low lying fog, here and yonder. Yes, I did make it over to my fav-o-rite convenience store. There was an interesting guest on my fav-o-rite radio program. I listen while enjoying my diet fountain red pop. (That be soda.) So I'm sucking on my straw and I see something scurrying across the pavement out of the corner of my eye. It were little, it were fast! I'm thinking, "what in tarnation was that?" I sit up in my seat to get a better look and scurrying, hurrying, to and fro, as fast as it could go was.... On the sidewalk mind ya.... on the side.... of a convenience store.... in the asphalt parking lot was.... a bird with long skinny legs, scurrying (I like that word!) Yep I kid you not! I also seen that little sucker the other night but forgot all about it until I seen it again tonight. I believe there called Killdeer. We had one make a nest smack dab in the middle of our stone driveway for several years. They be cute little critters, momma would get right rancy if you come her way while she was sitting on the nest, so we would drive around her and stay out of her way! Yes we did!
Well it's late, I been enjoying a book called Crime and Punishment. What can I say? I give you a glimpse inside my mind but this Fyodor Dostoevsky and the inner workings of Raskolnikov and now the character of Razumihin, Lord have mercy!!! I find myself totally immersed in a way I have NEVER been. Not an easy read like most of the books I read. The characters are forever embedded in my mind as no others have. The in depth details make the main character and the minuscule ones stand out forever wrenching your heart. I've just read a chapter going into another character Razumihin in such detail mind wise that has left me??? I've decided I'm going to reread that whole chapter again and savor it more than the first time.
Coincidences seem to run rampant so far in Raskolnikov's life. I identify with that in a strange way at this stage of my life! Why have I not read this book before now? Most interesting question! My answer "the time was not yet right!" Hum.... why? I ponder upon that at this moment. I have not read ANY books in the last couple years. Once I was an avid reader. I have placed my heart and my soul into this maddening escape I call Glen View. Only recently my boss brought me a book called The Help and I enjoyed it, renewing a long lost passion. I became entwined with the main characters in the way I once did as a young reader that could not get enough. I laughed, I cried, I hated the mean characters. I sit on the edge of my seat as Minny, Skeeter and Abileen meet under the cover of darkness to tell and write stories that may get them killed.
There I go rambling again. The time was not yet right, until now, to read this book. We must live, we must experience, to appreciate this story.
Last night it was 82 degrees, warm beautiful light breeze. Daisyville was.... far out baby! Sixties flashback sorry! No, not drugs, too much television I reckon! Oh! oh! oh! Lightning done hit me! If I remember right, did Shirley Jones play the mother on The Partridge Family? If my old mind is correct she won an award for a small part she played in Elmer Gantry.
What? "Yes I know I can google it!" What do you take me for an ox or a moron. The parting of my thoughts to find information can be such sweet sorrow. Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha! I be such an oxymoron!!!
ANYWAY.... before my mind carried me away.... tonight was a cool damp 62 degrees. I had my windows up in my truck as I made my midnight delivery. After work I'm driving on the outskirts of Daisyville and there was low lying fog, here and yonder. Yes, I did make it over to my fav-o-rite convenience store. There was an interesting guest on my fav-o-rite radio program. I listen while enjoying my diet fountain red pop. (That be soda.) So I'm sucking on my straw and I see something scurrying across the pavement out of the corner of my eye. It were little, it were fast! I'm thinking, "what in tarnation was that?" I sit up in my seat to get a better look and scurrying, hurrying, to and fro, as fast as it could go was.... On the sidewalk mind ya.... on the side.... of a convenience store.... in the asphalt parking lot was.... a bird with long skinny legs, scurrying (I like that word!) Yep I kid you not! I also seen that little sucker the other night but forgot all about it until I seen it again tonight. I believe there called Killdeer. We had one make a nest smack dab in the middle of our stone driveway for several years. They be cute little critters, momma would get right rancy if you come her way while she was sitting on the nest, so we would drive around her and stay out of her way! Yes we did!
Well it's late, I been enjoying a book called Crime and Punishment. What can I say? I give you a glimpse inside my mind but this Fyodor Dostoevsky and the inner workings of Raskolnikov and now the character of Razumihin, Lord have mercy!!! I find myself totally immersed in a way I have NEVER been. Not an easy read like most of the books I read. The characters are forever embedded in my mind as no others have. The in depth details make the main character and the minuscule ones stand out forever wrenching your heart. I've just read a chapter going into another character Razumihin in such detail mind wise that has left me??? I've decided I'm going to reread that whole chapter again and savor it more than the first time.
Coincidences seem to run rampant so far in Raskolnikov's life. I identify with that in a strange way at this stage of my life! Why have I not read this book before now? Most interesting question! My answer "the time was not yet right!" Hum.... why? I ponder upon that at this moment. I have not read ANY books in the last couple years. Once I was an avid reader. I have placed my heart and my soul into this maddening escape I call Glen View. Only recently my boss brought me a book called The Help and I enjoyed it, renewing a long lost passion. I became entwined with the main characters in the way I once did as a young reader that could not get enough. I laughed, I cried, I hated the mean characters. I sit on the edge of my seat as Minny, Skeeter and Abileen meet under the cover of darkness to tell and write stories that may get them killed.
There I go rambling again. The time was not yet right, until now, to read this book. We must live, we must experience, to appreciate this story.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
The Storm
It's thundering as I type, the last few days have been irritably hot! We have gone from rainy coolness to dry and hot most recently! Now a front comes through giving another taste of mother's nature. The southeast is getting hit, much worse than here.
I hope your long weekend was favourable! I have been immersed in a book for a few days, not an easy read, most interesting however. The most challenging novel I have ever immersed myself into. The 10 years of captivity the author went through is unfathomable. Facing a firing squad looking at your own grave and the mental torture certainly gives an inside, into his thoughts. One must remember that while reading this classic! I may even give a book report on it who knows! I haven't given a book report since high school a long way back.
The thunder is eerie in a strange peaceful way. The same as listening to a train rumble by, breaks up the silence of 4 AM. We could use the rain, the farmers have their crops planted, the rain will cause them sprouts to shoot up high and mighty. I could not resist an 80 degree midnight ride. It called to me, "Glen, Glen, please to come out and play. I was not planning on going out tonight, I wished to stay put in the spoiled air-conditioning. I heard the night call and visit the peacefulness of a sliver moon and the snuggling darkness.
Yes! I must visit my fav convenience store, old habit I do not wish to break. Besides, the clerk would get mad at me if I did not visit them. We do not know each other on a first name basis but seeing a known face probably is comforting in the wee hours of the morning. Strangers coming off the interstate can cause much distress, I have seen many of these strangers and believe you me, I an old man become distressed upon witnessing some!
The gentle southern breeze seems to pass through my body, quieting my soul down farther than I've ever been before. I take it as a heavenly sign, so far away from my normal working vortex! There I be if only to totally appreciate the night's joy.
I ride through town with my windows down. I see many out tonight, motorcyclist wearing only short sleeved shirts. Wow! I recall when I use to do that! County Mounties, State Troopers, City Coppers out in force, "damn have we been invaded," I think!
I see what is called heat lightning in the southern sky, the storm slowly rolling in. The air feels so hot and moist, if not for the beautiful breeze it would be hot. I pass through a quick downpour then dryness up ahead.
I ponder upon the book I'm reading, the storm seems relevant. Beyond the quiet peace is there always a storm brewing? I think yes! We must enjoy the spiritual being inside all of us because in our hearts we know the storms are always out there waiting!!! Glen
I hope your long weekend was favourable! I have been immersed in a book for a few days, not an easy read, most interesting however. The most challenging novel I have ever immersed myself into. The 10 years of captivity the author went through is unfathomable. Facing a firing squad looking at your own grave and the mental torture certainly gives an inside, into his thoughts. One must remember that while reading this classic! I may even give a book report on it who knows! I haven't given a book report since high school a long way back.
The thunder is eerie in a strange peaceful way. The same as listening to a train rumble by, breaks up the silence of 4 AM. We could use the rain, the farmers have their crops planted, the rain will cause them sprouts to shoot up high and mighty. I could not resist an 80 degree midnight ride. It called to me, "Glen, Glen, please to come out and play. I was not planning on going out tonight, I wished to stay put in the spoiled air-conditioning. I heard the night call and visit the peacefulness of a sliver moon and the snuggling darkness.
Yes! I must visit my fav convenience store, old habit I do not wish to break. Besides, the clerk would get mad at me if I did not visit them. We do not know each other on a first name basis but seeing a known face probably is comforting in the wee hours of the morning. Strangers coming off the interstate can cause much distress, I have seen many of these strangers and believe you me, I an old man become distressed upon witnessing some!
The gentle southern breeze seems to pass through my body, quieting my soul down farther than I've ever been before. I take it as a heavenly sign, so far away from my normal working vortex! There I be if only to totally appreciate the night's joy.
I ride through town with my windows down. I see many out tonight, motorcyclist wearing only short sleeved shirts. Wow! I recall when I use to do that! County Mounties, State Troopers, City Coppers out in force, "damn have we been invaded," I think!
I see what is called heat lightning in the southern sky, the storm slowly rolling in. The air feels so hot and moist, if not for the beautiful breeze it would be hot. I pass through a quick downpour then dryness up ahead.
I ponder upon the book I'm reading, the storm seems relevant. Beyond the quiet peace is there always a storm brewing? I think yes! We must enjoy the spiritual being inside all of us because in our hearts we know the storms are always out there waiting!!! Glen
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Not Yet Done With The Night
Last night at midnight it was 82 degrees wonderful! I was out and about after reading Uh-Clem's book for a spell. Comforting is the word to describe the beauty of the snuggly warm night.You know the feeling. That warm cozy feeling of jumping into bed on a cold winter's night, when the old northwestern wind is a howling, I do! When I was a boy we didn't have central heat, so the bedrooms were the farthest away from--- in our case the fuel oil stove. I would stand in front of the blower heating up my Roy Rogers jammies until my buttocks were toasty warm, then I would high tail it to my bed! Purr-fect!Visions of Roy and Trigger were soon in my head.
Just a speck of breeze as I smell a slightly different aroma this fine morn. It briefly took me aback as I realise it was not the natural beautiful smell of late spring as in flowers. I laugh as I identify the country smell. Only this time it was so light my nose did not tell my mind oooweee! I reasoned it had to be a hog farm that was about a mile or so away as the crow flies. I found it funny that I have never smelled that before in my fav convenience store parking lot. Then I thought--- one of them smelly stock trucks must of went by and I smell the left over fumes because it lasted only a short time. If you have ever been behind a semi loaded with pigs whew-wee!!!
Anyhow I got me a fountain diet drink and an apple. Yep an apple instead of one of them apple pies covered in sugar. Um, um good that's what my apple was!
I close my eyes enjoying the peace of the night, nothing on my late night radio program I find interesting. I brought a book with me, so I'm about to enjoy the peace of the night taking myself away for a few chapters. I know you're thinking "how can that old man enjoy the night"? I suppose it is a learned trait going all the way back to childhood. I find solitude in being alone with no hustle and bustle. As a young boy in the heat of July, August nights it was too hot to sleep, sometimes I would lean on the window sill and stare at the stars in the sky. It felt good, real good, so right! Later on after marriage, we lived far out in the country, after getting off work at midnight me and my Missy would ride around, cooling down after working in a hot factory without air-conditioning. There was ovens to dry the paint so it was hotter inside than it was outside. Upon going home sometimes I found that I was not yet done with the night. I would sit outside in my swing with my dog and swing into the daylight hours. I laugh even now as I reminisce, seeming only yesterday, but real time was nye onto 30 plus years ago. My favorite drink was a beer and a peanut butter sandwich, hey don't knock it unless you have tried it. I haven't had a beer in 10 years and don't allow myself peanut butter anymore. I do partake of peanuts on my diet though. (Whoopsey, I meant lifestyle change as in makeover, you know what I mean Vern!) You may think me nutty, that's quite alright with me, because in actuality ye ain't seen nothing yet into my adventures in writing. I'm an addict in the first stages baby! The keyboard be my needle and whatever me old brain can come up with, I'm gonna stick ya with it! Glen
Just a speck of breeze as I smell a slightly different aroma this fine morn. It briefly took me aback as I realise it was not the natural beautiful smell of late spring as in flowers. I laugh as I identify the country smell. Only this time it was so light my nose did not tell my mind oooweee! I reasoned it had to be a hog farm that was about a mile or so away as the crow flies. I found it funny that I have never smelled that before in my fav convenience store parking lot. Then I thought--- one of them smelly stock trucks must of went by and I smell the left over fumes because it lasted only a short time. If you have ever been behind a semi loaded with pigs whew-wee!!!
Anyhow I got me a fountain diet drink and an apple. Yep an apple instead of one of them apple pies covered in sugar. Um, um good that's what my apple was!
I close my eyes enjoying the peace of the night, nothing on my late night radio program I find interesting. I brought a book with me, so I'm about to enjoy the peace of the night taking myself away for a few chapters. I know you're thinking "how can that old man enjoy the night"? I suppose it is a learned trait going all the way back to childhood. I find solitude in being alone with no hustle and bustle. As a young boy in the heat of July, August nights it was too hot to sleep, sometimes I would lean on the window sill and stare at the stars in the sky. It felt good, real good, so right! Later on after marriage, we lived far out in the country, after getting off work at midnight me and my Missy would ride around, cooling down after working in a hot factory without air-conditioning. There was ovens to dry the paint so it was hotter inside than it was outside. Upon going home sometimes I found that I was not yet done with the night. I would sit outside in my swing with my dog and swing into the daylight hours. I laugh even now as I reminisce, seeming only yesterday, but real time was nye onto 30 plus years ago. My favorite drink was a beer and a peanut butter sandwich, hey don't knock it unless you have tried it. I haven't had a beer in 10 years and don't allow myself peanut butter anymore. I do partake of peanuts on my diet though. (Whoopsey, I meant lifestyle change as in makeover, you know what I mean Vern!) You may think me nutty, that's quite alright with me, because in actuality ye ain't seen nothing yet into my adventures in writing. I'm an addict in the first stages baby! The keyboard be my needle and whatever me old brain can come up with, I'm gonna stick ya with it! Glen
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Rascal
Hello my friends another Memorial day is upon us. Per usual no words of wisdom to expand upon. A friend of mine who remains nameless so I'll use his nickname Uh-Clem, yep you read right! He choose this name, not me! He be a smart one graduated college and everything. I don't know how we hooked up, must of felt sorry for an old country boy I reckon. Any how, we like to talk about various things you see. The funny thing is we grew up in the same state, only he moved to California and took big time to college working for one of the biggest companies in the world. We're the same age, I stayed in corn country and went to high school, then to working in manufacturing. The number one thing we have in common is we like to read and we both have a blog. He is totally committed to a wonderful cause with his blog and well, I probably should be committed to a mental hospital! He took creative writing classes in college and everything!! Me I'm learning to type with my daily practicing on you! Sorry! Oh and as I'm sure you can tell I ain't never in my whole life attempted to write until this blog, so I say "BIG HELLO" from corn country in the heart of the Midwest. He has encouraged me to do this and has helped me more than I can ever repay. Funny how things work out sometimes. Thanks Uh-Clem. So Uh-Clem brings me a book and said "this is the greatest novel ever written!" Wow--- he don't beat around the bush do he!
Uh-Clem said "I read this book for the first time when I was 14 years old."
I started feeling good about the book then, I thought it may of been one of them college books, there certainly be no way an old man who barely graduated high school will understand it.
He says "this book will make you a better writer."
My mind flashes back you know, some of that dejavu stuff. Sweat begins popping out on my forehead as I remember them English work books from junior high school. Verbs, adverbs, nouns, double negatives, dangling something or the others, etc......... Sheesh! I no longer feel the need to write, he done healed me of that temporary affliction!
Uh-Clem gives me a book that was written 150 years ago. What in tarnation is this old man thinking! Damn Abe Lincoln was in the White House! He's been talking to me too much and back in his home state too long, he best be moving back to California!
Uh-Clem says "now you have to take your time, study and think upon his words and the names may seem a little strange so you may want to shorten them."
Have mercy I'm sweating like a dog who just had a bath shaking itself dry! He gives a name that starts with R and seemed to end with a Russian vodka or whatever, I'll call him "Rusty." Probably about a poor Russian farmer and the antics of farming I'm thinking.
The title of the book is, Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky.
I read the introduction by Joseph Frank, now I'm thinking "this be one of them scared straight programs Uh-Clem is pulling on old Glen here." Uh-Clem gonna scare the writing, right out of me! He is a true friend!
Whew-wee this ain't going to be easy reading like the Farmers Almanac for Dummies! Man Oh Man I read the first chapter. This ain't no book like I ever read a fore. I thought I had some problems, this here Rusty fella. I changed his name to Rascal but don't tell Clem. I mean Uh-Clem. Rascal sure do seem to fit this Raskolnikov fella!
I knew I was in trouble on the first page, hell the first sentence. The word garret was used, the only way I knew garret, is as in Billy the Kid and Pat Garrett.Then the second paragraph used abject. Sure I can reason it out in the sentence, I see I'm going to have to slow my reading down and turn my comprehension up a mite. A mite my ass, more like a Mighty Mite!!!
When I was in junior high we had them reading projectors. Wow ancient science by today's magical computer phones, anyways, they wanted me to read faster. I didn't want to read faster. I read at the speed I felt comfortable with. Well to make a long story short, the speed went up drastically, but there was one drawback to my new reading technique. Damn my comprehension went into the crapper!!!
So about 46 years later and a lot of books I have read purely for fun such as the one I just concluded The Help. I'm going to retrain my mind before the speed reading teacher ucked it up. Now I can trace my lack of comprehension back to the moment. So my buddy Uh-Clem has regressed me back.
I look at it this way, us old people loose brain cells as we grow older, that be a fact! The best thing for old brains is to keep active. So I'm going to either increase brain cells or fry what fricking cells I have left, you dig! Sorry old hippie saying. Ain't Uh-Clem a pal! I'm gonna learn or go on disability and let you out there pay for me!!! Ahhahahahahahahahahahahahahah Glen
Uh-Clem said "I read this book for the first time when I was 14 years old."
I started feeling good about the book then, I thought it may of been one of them college books, there certainly be no way an old man who barely graduated high school will understand it.
He says "this book will make you a better writer."
My mind flashes back you know, some of that dejavu stuff. Sweat begins popping out on my forehead as I remember them English work books from junior high school. Verbs, adverbs, nouns, double negatives, dangling something or the others, etc......... Sheesh! I no longer feel the need to write, he done healed me of that temporary affliction!
Uh-Clem gives me a book that was written 150 years ago. What in tarnation is this old man thinking! Damn Abe Lincoln was in the White House! He's been talking to me too much and back in his home state too long, he best be moving back to California!
Uh-Clem says "now you have to take your time, study and think upon his words and the names may seem a little strange so you may want to shorten them."
Have mercy I'm sweating like a dog who just had a bath shaking itself dry! He gives a name that starts with R and seemed to end with a Russian vodka or whatever, I'll call him "Rusty." Probably about a poor Russian farmer and the antics of farming I'm thinking.
The title of the book is, Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky.
I read the introduction by Joseph Frank, now I'm thinking "this be one of them scared straight programs Uh-Clem is pulling on old Glen here." Uh-Clem gonna scare the writing, right out of me! He is a true friend!
Whew-wee this ain't going to be easy reading like the Farmers Almanac for Dummies! Man Oh Man I read the first chapter. This ain't no book like I ever read a fore. I thought I had some problems, this here Rusty fella. I changed his name to Rascal but don't tell Clem. I mean Uh-Clem. Rascal sure do seem to fit this Raskolnikov fella!
I knew I was in trouble on the first page, hell the first sentence. The word garret was used, the only way I knew garret, is as in Billy the Kid and Pat Garrett.Then the second paragraph used abject. Sure I can reason it out in the sentence, I see I'm going to have to slow my reading down and turn my comprehension up a mite. A mite my ass, more like a Mighty Mite!!!
When I was in junior high we had them reading projectors. Wow ancient science by today's magical computer phones, anyways, they wanted me to read faster. I didn't want to read faster. I read at the speed I felt comfortable with. Well to make a long story short, the speed went up drastically, but there was one drawback to my new reading technique. Damn my comprehension went into the crapper!!!
So about 46 years later and a lot of books I have read purely for fun such as the one I just concluded The Help. I'm going to retrain my mind before the speed reading teacher ucked it up. Now I can trace my lack of comprehension back to the moment. So my buddy Uh-Clem has regressed me back.
I look at it this way, us old people loose brain cells as we grow older, that be a fact! The best thing for old brains is to keep active. So I'm going to either increase brain cells or fry what fricking cells I have left, you dig! Sorry old hippie saying. Ain't Uh-Clem a pal! I'm gonna learn or go on disability and let you out there pay for me!!! Ahhahahahahahahahahahahahahah Glen
Friday, May 25, 2012
Snapshots
Whatever I say has been said before! So why say anything at all? Whether it's funny, sad, dark, enlightening, scary, thoughtful, whatever! The only thing unique about words is the feelings you get from what you read. To always write what's in my head, via my heart is what I shoot for. I give to you, my heart, my soul.
I truly enjoy reading. Be it the newspaper, I absolutely love holding that sucker up. Hey, have you noticed how the newspaper has gotten smaller, or is it just me? Something about holding, a book, magazine, takes me back, waay back! The type size also appears to be getting smaller, so I increase my bifocals, thank God for that. I have been on a reading kick recently, real books. I quit reading books to focus on my latest hobby. I didn't want to be influenced, while experimenting with my new world. I cannot explain why I jumped wholeheartedly into this quicksand of words, typing, computers. Nope never had the need for a computer in my life, never typed, hated English class, but loved to read!!!
I always read to get away, losing myself in other worlds. Growing up poor, can't be changed! Books can fill some voids. That more than anything else probably has been my salvation in life. I dare to glimpse back at my darkest hours, but as I review, I was reading a book, which always allowed a glimmer of hope to penetrate my soul.
Something from deep inside, cries out, I must put my thoughts into words, even though I struggle with the basics of writing. My words, my way, from MY HEART! Be it self-therapy, who gives a rats ass, it be ME! There is no greater gift one person can give to another than, snapshots from inside, straight from the heart.
Besides the normal pleasures of reading, that can take you, where you have never gone before, is the greatest pleasure of all. I know your asking "WHAT!!!" There's the every day reading, why I have always read, to get away! Huum! Most interesting! I've always read as an escape.. Escape from what? The shackles we're born with, in an attempt to break free! We're dissatisfied with whatever the reasons are, countless I suppose. To me as I place myself on the couch for enlightenment 60 years later, it was hopelessness.
The greatest pleasure of reading is to read what others say, filling you inside, you shine like a big lighthouse. Someone has put into words the exact way you feel! It's like, they have jumped inside your head and took your thoughts, arranging them with so much meaning your heart skips a beat! You cry out YES!!! Man don't ya love it!!!
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Daisyville
I work in a factory environment, well sort of! I will be giving hints from time to time and one of these days I'll lay on you what I do, rather-- the product we make. I actually like my job. It's the easiest work and the --- damn how do I say this ??? The easiest bossing around, this here old boy has ever had, in 42 years of working--so how could it be rough--well from time to time in my own way I'll touch upon it. You're saying to yourself "well what in tarnation do you have to complain about?" I gonna tell ya, in my own way, yep I am.
The town of Daisyville is where I live, right close, let me say that again, real close to where I work. Once I could of, the important word here is, could of, oopsey that be two words! What if I connect them two words with this, could-of, is it one or two words? (It be soo hard for me to keep my mind on one thought, I hate when that happens, actually it's all the fricking time, so's-- I just have to live with it!) Once, as in me younger days, before the many injuries of life and the damn meds, screwed me up. Once, I could of walked two miles through Daisyville to work. Now, I'm too old and mentally disabled. I must drive my 1997 Van. Yep, ya heard right, this old man still drives last century's vehicle. You know what, that sucker has been paid off, fer a long fricking time! Anyways, if I was to walk to work, I would not be able to work, at least wise, not fer a spell, until after I take some pain medicine and sipped a heap (that be a lot) of caffeine. The area around where I live for ever more, will be known as Daisyville. Why? I was making my late night delivery in my truck and that there word, plum jumped into my mind. Don't pay no attention to the crazy use of words here on Glen View. I write it as my mind hears it! Why? !@#k I don't know, that be how me brainee thing-a-ma-jiggee works. I don't have me one of them new fancy smancy telly-phones, with all that computer smart stuff in it! No sir! I gots to use me brain, it be getting plum old, worn out, from where's I work and where's I live. Why Daisyville? Damn ya people be asking an old, tired, worn out, mentally challenged man a lot o questions tonight! What be the dang deal? I'm so glad ya are, gives me something to write about. Ya see, I absolutely love being silly, must-a be something in my Daddy's genes, that came through when he had his jeans off, ya-know... Aw come on now, that's worth a chuckle, work with me here!
Damn! Damn! Damn! I was talking about something before my brain interrupted me! I be old fashion. Bosses use-ta. (That be the same as use to, only I be silly, as silly as fake vomit tonight, or one of them whoopee cushions!) Bosses use to boss and workers used to work. I know I'm probably showing my age as well as my IGNORANCE, hey we're allowed to do that, one of the best benefits of being old! Them lines sure be blurry today... Blurry my ass, blind as a bat!
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH BOSSES ANYMORE? THAT'S WHY THERE CALLED BOSSES! SHEESH! SEEMS LIKE I HAVE TO EXPLAIN EVERYTHING TO EVERYBODY! NEWSFLASH PEOPLE-- BOSSES ARE SUPPOSE TO TELL US, MINIMUM WAGE, MINIMUM BRAINED, MINIMUM WORKERS! AIN'T NO WONDER, THERE AIN'T NO FACTORY JOBS HERE ANYMORE, BOSSES HAVE PLUM FORGOTTEN HOW TO BE BOSSES, AND, AND, AND, WELL SOME OF THE WORKERS I WILL BE WRITING ABOUT, I AFFECTIONATELY CALL, GRUMPY AND THE FREELOADERS WITH NAMES LIKE, UH CLEM, KNOWUM, LAZUM, STINGER, SO ON AND SO FORTH.
My medicines seem to be kicking in big time, because I'm getting a mite hot, OR I have been using my mind too much, so before I turn to ashes from spontaneous human combustion I best say goodnight y'all!
The town of Daisyville is where I live, right close, let me say that again, real close to where I work. Once I could of, the important word here is, could of, oopsey that be two words! What if I connect them two words with this, could-of, is it one or two words? (It be soo hard for me to keep my mind on one thought, I hate when that happens, actually it's all the fricking time, so's-- I just have to live with it!) Once, as in me younger days, before the many injuries of life and the damn meds, screwed me up. Once, I could of walked two miles through Daisyville to work. Now, I'm too old and mentally disabled. I must drive my 1997 Van. Yep, ya heard right, this old man still drives last century's vehicle. You know what, that sucker has been paid off, fer a long fricking time! Anyways, if I was to walk to work, I would not be able to work, at least wise, not fer a spell, until after I take some pain medicine and sipped a heap (that be a lot) of caffeine. The area around where I live for ever more, will be known as Daisyville. Why? I was making my late night delivery in my truck and that there word, plum jumped into my mind. Don't pay no attention to the crazy use of words here on Glen View. I write it as my mind hears it! Why? !@#k I don't know, that be how me brainee thing-a-ma-jiggee works. I don't have me one of them new fancy smancy telly-phones, with all that computer smart stuff in it! No sir! I gots to use me brain, it be getting plum old, worn out, from where's I work and where's I live. Why Daisyville? Damn ya people be asking an old, tired, worn out, mentally challenged man a lot o questions tonight! What be the dang deal? I'm so glad ya are, gives me something to write about. Ya see, I absolutely love being silly, must-a be something in my Daddy's genes, that came through when he had his jeans off, ya-know... Aw come on now, that's worth a chuckle, work with me here!
Damn! Damn! Damn! I was talking about something before my brain interrupted me! I be old fashion. Bosses use-ta. (That be the same as use to, only I be silly, as silly as fake vomit tonight, or one of them whoopee cushions!) Bosses use to boss and workers used to work. I know I'm probably showing my age as well as my IGNORANCE, hey we're allowed to do that, one of the best benefits of being old! Them lines sure be blurry today... Blurry my ass, blind as a bat!
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH BOSSES ANYMORE? THAT'S WHY THERE CALLED BOSSES! SHEESH! SEEMS LIKE I HAVE TO EXPLAIN EVERYTHING TO EVERYBODY! NEWSFLASH PEOPLE-- BOSSES ARE SUPPOSE TO TELL US, MINIMUM WAGE, MINIMUM BRAINED, MINIMUM WORKERS! AIN'T NO WONDER, THERE AIN'T NO FACTORY JOBS HERE ANYMORE, BOSSES HAVE PLUM FORGOTTEN HOW TO BE BOSSES, AND, AND, AND, WELL SOME OF THE WORKERS I WILL BE WRITING ABOUT, I AFFECTIONATELY CALL, GRUMPY AND THE FREELOADERS WITH NAMES LIKE, UH CLEM, KNOWUM, LAZUM, STINGER, SO ON AND SO FORTH.
My medicines seem to be kicking in big time, because I'm getting a mite hot, OR I have been using my mind too much, so before I turn to ashes from spontaneous human combustion I best say goodnight y'all!
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