One year ago today: December 13, 2017, it's hot in Germany.
Five years ago today: December 13, 2013, generated for public consumption.
Nine years ago today: December 13, 2009, the bricks never flew.
Random years ago today: December 13, 2002, my garbage can.
Insomnia may not be the right word for my natural sleeplessness. That medical term conjures up the Edgar Allen Poe stereotype. The victim of frayed nerves, tortured by lack of sleep. This is not me, I’ve long learned to fill that time with productive activity and it does not bother me at all. This morning I was up so early, I was able to grab a light snack and still meet my 12-hour fast time for blood work. Sure enough, they did not write it on my appointment card, so without my habit of fasting before every appointment, I would have got things backward.
Problem is, we are back in Miami, and see that truck ahead of us? He had no idea about taking the picture, but like my family, they don’t have to know what you are doing to jack you around. For twenty blocks until we had to turn, this bastard weaved back and forth, accelerated and decelerated like a madman to keep his truck in the camera lens. So this is the best scene that turned out. No, JZ will not go near a casino when I am present, although it has happened in the past. To this day, I do not comprehend the thrill of gambling. It must take a certain deficiency in the brain. I don’t mean the guy who outwits the system, but except for what the millennials have made the Internet into, there are few things shallower than the personalities at a casino.
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The apex of the day is returning to Hollywood from Pembroke Pines. There is a Goodwill that, while itself not near any schools, often has an excellent selection of textbooks for less than two bucks a pop. Shown here, my stunt double is browsing the real way, that is, the way that imparts information over the kind that flips past the eyeballs. This picture has an odd connotation. All my best shirts were lost in the motorcycle fire, so what’s left is the baggy style from earlier days. I will not invest in anything new until I reach a stable weight.
That brings up a topic that he laughs where I am serious. Not only have I lamented the fact that there is no ready source of short sleeve dress shirts in this area, but existing long sleeve designs are not easy to convert to short-sleeve unless you are good at making cuffs. Are you with me? One of the reason short sleeve shirts are not up to my dress standards is because they have no cuff. So, let’s take that to the next level, and here is where we don’t see the same results.
If I acquired a dressy short-sleeve with a cuff, I would quickly want to shun buttons and have cufflinks. JZ hoots at the idea, but I’m quite serious. I believe if the cuff was strategically made to display the cufflinks more to the side, it would be an excellent fashion statement. It would draw attention to the fact that the shirt is not casual wear. It would not be for everybody, but neither is any fashion. Some men have ugly arm hair, for instance. Maybe JZ can’t see in his mind’s eye what I can picture.
Anyway, it’s a story of Galileo from that perspective. This is late 1500s – early 1600s but the tale could easily be from a trailer court. Galileo had a friend with benefits, the luscious Marina Gamba, by which he had three children that survived. I’m more interested in the details of his discoveries and inventions, so expect reports on that. For instance, I learned his father was an instrument maker and in those days, music was studied as an offshoot of mathematics. So things like frets and fingerholes were placed where the formula said they should be. His father instead moved them to where they sounded the best and was promptly labeled a radical.
But the music did improve, which allowed the formation of larger orchestras, which in turn led to the first opera in around 1600. So there, Galileo did not descend out of the blue. And the establishment of that day was the Church, in particular the Vatican and its mechanics. They have vested interests in the literal interpretation of the Bible. They were a constant presence and equally a constant menace to scientific advancement, often banning any scientific inquiry.
It does not say, but apparently the custom of the day was the family had to pay a dowry to have daughters get married. If they did not marry, the dowry was demanded by the Church. Don’t quote me on that, I got it from context. However, scholars were supposed to be unmarried, so there was nothing wrong with forty-year-old professors shacking up with twenty year old co-eds, a handsomely popular campus sport right up to the 1990s, when it was forced underground by the ones who didn’t get chosen. Also known as “the crows”.
[Author’s note: sorry if my stance on collegiate sex rattles anyone, but I do not believe the state should have any say whatsoever on who sleeps with whom, their ages, or their intentions. And I further believe that third parties who say anything derogatory should be held liable for defamation [damages].
That is correct. I believer that 98% of the gossip in the world stems from 2% of the population, and for the horrors they inflict, they should be held accountable. I thought Trump would steer things in that direction. You gossip, you spread rumors, you pay.]
ADDENDUM
Later today, the old gang had planned on meeting up at the club on Wylie. I'll get you the report on that, it looks more like a reunion every passing hour. This was fine except later, nobody showed up. This is not unusual, and the very character of the old club has changed. All new waitresses and clientele. Later a few familiar faces walked in but overall people like us are too conspicuous in these joints. Between each serve, all three waitresses were glued around us listening to every word, amazed how nothing they said got past us. Very conspicuous.
Here’s a moment’s insight. It isn’t JZ who does the talking, he’s more the fall guy. It is amply confirmed that what works best is when I make the “mostly unprecedented” move of directing the women’s attention on to him. I break the every-man-for-himself rule in this spot of reverse psychology. Women have lots of experience with the ploy of shunting attention on their less pretty girlfriend, most don’t even know what to do when they are on the receiving end. And yes, it does refocus their attention for quite a range of reasons, which you can work out on your own. The most common are it makes me the forbidden fruit or the nice guy who is in danger of finishing last.
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