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See you on Monday, March 2, 2015!

A brand New March 2015!

May peace, professionalism and professional attire, kindness, integrity, constructive criticism and fair debate and fascinating conversation and justice and truth and understanding and love and respect and good health and art and beauty and good food and excellent music prevail in these times of harsh and ignorant ISIL and Boko Haram hatred outcomes.

Boko Haram and ISIL aren’t Islam or Muslim for that matter.

Boko Haram and ISIL are Nazis.

Who is ever so threatened by a blogger enough to kill a blogger?

What a powerful blogger.

Normally, martyrs have far more power hence they are dead.

No, I don’t believe in suicide. I might write about suicide yet I don’t believe in it or stand by it, personally for myself.

Who gets threatened by art? No one.

Normally, only weak institutions are threatened by art and the written word.

Cheers!

Gabriel

Friday, February 27, 2015

“One father can support ten children, but ten children seem unable to support one father.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Sedulous (steadily industrious, diligent, busy)

He obtains good grades not because he is brilliant, but because he is a sedulous worker.

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A book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells, A.M., Illustrated,, King, Richardson & CO,. Publishers, Springfield, Mass., and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.

Etiquette With Children:

Chapter 33.

Page 424

…Can they carry into the world, whither we send them later, aught of coarseness, of untruthfulness, of slatternliness, of vulgarity, if their home has been orderly, if their parents have been refined, their servants well mannered, their friends and playmates kindly and carefully trained as themselves? Do we want our boys to succeed in the world; our girls to be admired and loved; their tastes to be elegant; their language choice; their manners simple, charming, refined, and graceful; their friendship elevating? Then we must ourselves be what we would have our children to be, remembering the golden maxim, that good manners, like charity, must begin at home.

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P.S. There was nothing to do but to laugh out loud while viewing video of ISIL members destroying their own Iraqi art and history.

Is ISIL a bunch of Nazis hiding behind Allah? Yep.

Whatever happened to the great Islamic and Muslim scholars of old?

Whatever happened to all of the intelligent men and women who came from deeply entrenched scholarly Mesopotamia and worshiped Allah?

How come hooligans like Boko Haram and ISIL run Islam?

How come hooligans like Boko Haram and ISIL seem to have more power than all of Islam put together?

Yes, this Syria crises; could be over as of tonight if the powers that be wished it so.

Are Boko Haram and ISIL exactly like killer Mexican drug cartels except ISIL sells ideology and Mexican drug cartels sell drugs? Yes.

Hello.

Yes, of course,

The Department of Homeland Security

requires to be further funded

In 2015

Yes, the military complex’s

overall budget ought to be cut back

by fifty percent (50%)

and the United States Government

ought to build

new

state-of-the-art

public

roads,

schools

and buildings

and bridges

and transportation.

***

“Freeway” (our dog) hasn’t “vomited” since eleven yesterday morning and it’s now 5:29 P.M.

Tonight we’ll rejoice in “Freeway’s” good health.

Both Eric and I are sick as dogs.

***

Yes, I’ve turned into a complete American pig.

Twice in two weeks I’ve stepped outside of our front door in my long johns and brought in the mail and packages left right outside our front door by the post carriers.

What a pig!

How disgusting and vulgar!

Yet, I don’t seem to be able to stop myself, however. I will.

Ever since one of our twenty-four (24) year old neighbors came over in mid-January to drop off Christmas presents for us and “Freeway…”

…Ever since she visited in her pajamas; I’ve taken to (at times, twice in 2015) get the mail in pajamas which happen to be my long johns.

As of this moment: My New Year’s resolution is not to ever wear pajamas or in my case long johns to bring in the mail unless I wear my Turkish cotton long robe and even then that, too, is a bit much of a stretch unless one’s completely ill and ready to fall over with congestion-head.

Yes, I will care about how I dress and conduct myself even in the middle of the afternoons when there’s no one around and my head’s about to explode with this head cold.

Yes, I looked like defrosted Captain America earlier today. As of three o’clock I did get properly dressed to type standing up yet still my head weighs about one ton and I don’t feel well.

My goal is not to once complain to Eric about being sick since Eric went to work each day this week and didn’t complain to anyone about how terribly sick he was not even once. What a tremendously strong man because I feel terrible right about now.

Okay, I’m almost done with my work for the week, then, it’s back into my pajamas for the remainder of the weekend until eleven Monday morning.

Cheers!

We’re hibernating this weekend since we’re both sick.

Truly Yours;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 400 / blog

Word Count: 816

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 5,563

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #13 without organic sugar cane ice cream. It’s alright.

*) Day #370 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Day #122 without a cigarette: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Week #2 without stress: I love it.

*) Week #19 work on 298 cholesterol. I love vegan food.

*) Month #6 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty three and a half (23 ½”) inch high waist.

Personal Notes:

P.S. Please, don’t be so absurd as to even consider the possibility that children “upstage” or “steal the spotlight” from adults who know better about the manipulations of the adult world.

Adults guard minors from social manipulations.

Children aren’t any type of peers to adults thus adults trump children in every regard except safety.

Any child who isn’t kept from stating compliments to adult strangers in public settings is unsociable.

As charming as children might be they can just as easily turn into tyrants.

The reason why children mustn’t compliment adults is because a child can just as easily turn around and insult the stranger adult by the same breath or token.

Children shan’t ever compliment stranger adults since children know absolutely nothing there is to know about any stranger adult morbid or dark (per se) worlds or fascinating adult wardrobe.

Children shan’t ever directly or otherwise vulgarly insult adults since children ought to be taught better than to be hateful.

Children don’t ever speak to any adult strangers since it’s considered an insult to have the child be any type of annoyance or nuisance so much as to break any type of concentration on the part of the adult.

Children have no place in an adult world.

Children must not be companions or peers to adults otherwise it indicates that such adults are lonely and don’t have any other peers to attend adult social events or activities or special galas or functions.

It’s best for any mature adult to attend any social event or gala or party or festivity or activity alone than with a child in tow.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

“Children bring joy, children bring sorrows.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Levity (lightness, buoyancy, lack of gravity)

Levity and not seriousness was shown by the class.

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Etiquette With Children:

Chapter 33.

Page 423

It is one of the first duties of parents to train their children at home as they would have them appear abroad. An English lady writes thus:

“If, then, we desire that our children shall become ladies and gentlemen, can we make them so, think you, by lavishing money upon foreign professors, dancing-masters, foreign travel, tailors, and dressmakers? Ah, no! good breeding is far less costly, and begins far earlier than those things. Let our little ones be nurtured in an atmosphere of gentleness and kindness from the nursery upwards; let them grow up in a home where a rude gesture or an ill-tempered word are alike unknown; where between father and mother, master and servant, mistress and maid, friend and friend, parent and child, brother and sister, prevails the law of truth, of kindness, of consideration for others, and forgetfulness of self…

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(Correction: on the number of broadcast television engineers in the Twin Cities area 2015; I started out as a broadcast television engineer on August of 2006.)

As of today February 2015 there are about twenty-five to thirty (25-30) broadcast television engineers in the Twin Cities.

(Correction: from “Papa John’s” to “Papa Murphy’s.”)

Hello.

Broadcast Engineering 104

No blog.

Since Saturday night (February 21, 2015) Eric is as sick as a dog.

Yesterday, Eric coughed so hard, he up chalked twice yet there’s no one else to cover his shift since their third broadcast television engineer is on vacation for the entire of this week.

After my doctor’s appointment this morning, Eric dropped me off at home in the driveway and patiently waited for me to fully step inside our door since it was freezing outside (literally) then Eric sped off to Ace Hardware to get a new type of dog food.

Last night Eric came home and informed me that our brand of dog food is lethal and possibly deadly. I almost fell over with fright I couldn’t move for a remainder of time.

Ever since “Freeway” (our dog) started to “vomit” as of this week we’ve been monitoring him.

We’ve been making organic free range eggs for Freeway and chop up pieces of beef jerky and feed him non-sugar whole wheat bread.

We’ll monitor “Freeway” until tomorrow at noon and then we must take him in to see a vet. He’s okay with the exception of which he’s been vomiting this week.

When Eric came home from Ace Hardware, he, then, threw out two “small” (correction, $10.00 or so) bags of dog food and replaced them with a much larger Ace Hardware’s dog food bag ($12.00 or so) which states “Made in the U.S.A.” (Thank you so much!)

(We have more research to conduct.)

We’ll keep “Freeway” as comfortable as we can or until this passes over after tonight. Eric doesn’t believe or think “Freeway” is poisoned in any way whatsoever or dying yet there’s something wrong with “Freeway.”

As of this morning I’ve begun a tremendous sore throat (more so than usual) thus I, too, might be getting Eric’s cold. I started sneezing two nights ago and it’s become progressively worse.

What a full life.

Oh, my.

Wishing all a healthy evening.

P.S. Oh, yes. My doc’s visit wasn’t anything serious. I received a cortisone injection into my hand and I must take it easy.

See you tomorrow to finish up my 5,000 weekly words.

Truly Yours;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000

Word Count: 517

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 4,747

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #12 without organic sugar cane ice cream. It’s alright.

*) Day #369 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Day #121 without a cigarette: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Week #2 without stress: I love it.

*) Week #19 work on 298 cholesterol. I love vegan food.

*) Month #6 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty three and a half (23 ½”) inch high waist.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

“Little children won’t let you sleep; big children won’t let you live.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Amenable (obedient, can be influenced, willing to yield)

He was amenable to persuasion when he saw the justice of the cause.

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A book: A book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells, A.M., Illustrated,, King, Richardson & CO,. Publishers, Springfield, Mass., and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.

Etiquette With Children:

Chapter 33.

Page 423

Never send a child to sit upon a sofa with grown people, unless they express a desire to have it do so.

Never crowd a child into a carriage seat between two grown people.

Never let a child to play with a visitor’s hat or cane.

If children are talented, be careful you do not weary your friends, and destroy their own modesty by “showing them off,” upon improper occasions. What may seem wonderful to a mother, may be an unutterable weariness to a guest, too polite to allow the mother to perceive the incipient yawn.

Never allow children to visit upon the invitation of other children. When they are invited by the older members of the family, it is time to put on their “best bibs and tuckers.”

The custom for having children in the drawing-room for morning or evening parties, or in the dining-room with the dessert at dinner companies, is not only often an annoyance to the guests, but bad for the children themselves.

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(Correction: From “Imporio” to “Emporio.”)

Hello.

Broadcast Engineering 103

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Broadcast Engineering Lesson #3:

“SAFE TITLE EVERTHING.”

“Keep Graphics Inside The Safe Title Area.

But let your picture go to the edge of the screen.”

***

Broadcast Engineering Lesson #4:

“Keep black levels at 7;

Not zero (0).”

***

Broadcast Engineering Lesson #5:

Frame Rate:

Cheat Sheet:

“(“No one” broadcasts @ 1080;

@ 23 frames.)”

“(“Everybody” uses 1080;

@ 29.97 frame rate maximum.)

(Frames per second.)”

(Practically, giving it away for free.)

Oh, wait.

We are.

As a creative and ethical experiment.

***

“Why do we need broadcast engineers in this day in age?”

We need broadcast engineers in this day in age because “the needs are different for every single client.”

Example #1:

“An approval copy can’t be a full size broadcast video.”

Example #2:

“A client using a presentation can’t use a full broadcast video because their laptops can’t keep up with the data rate and size of the file.”

“Literally; 700 times smaller than actually gets broadcasted.”

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“Why are broadcast engineers important?”

Broadcast engineers are important “because somebody needs to monitor standards of broadcast television.”

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“ ‘Do you just push a button and make a QuickTime?’ ”

“Absolutely not. Depending on what’s required. A few examples: ‘screen size,’ ‘field dominance,’ ‘data rate,’ ‘codec,’ ‘audio sample rate.’”

“ ‘What are the top three of all of these?’ ”

(That’s a nonsensical question.) Correct.

(“None take priority. All factors are different and important each and every time.”)

***

“One Thing Is Not Like The Other”

A Blog’s Technology, (One-Button Push Upload)

Vs.

Standard HD Broadcast Television Signal.

Let’s not get our mathematics all wrong and confused.

Apples don’t squeeze out orange juice and if apples do squeeze out orange juice, then, “Houston, We Have A Problem.”

Stock market portfolio updates aren’t interlacing.

A blog upload isn’t an HD broadcast picture.

A burned CD isn’t a QuickTime.

A click of a button isn’t file connections or frame ratio or file compression or data differential or patch bay for that matter or layout and wiring. No.

Apples and oranges don’t add up just as accountants ought not to be allowed to play “human resources personnel” while they are also the accountant of the same firm because conducting duo simultaneous professional positions at the same time is considered a “conflict of interest” and liable for lawsuit.

Could you imagine bringing up any company grievance to the jerk (per se, as a general example) who knows exactly how much one makes? Nope.

Conflict of interest is the same as nepotism.

Communism always sounds so good on paper yet the practicality of communism is ever so difficult in actuality when it comes down to it; it is ever so bad for business.

(You did get that reference, right? Correct. Otherwise, open up page 1 of the “Communist Manifesto” reaching back to about twenty years since I’ve read it.)

***

No, writing and uploading a blog isn’t the same as HD broadcast television engineering since the upkeep and work of an FTP site is fifty times less steps and easier by comparison than any broadcast television engineering ever will be, although some days I rather dig a ditch than write.

Writing is one of the most difficult work there is to do in the entire world along with excellent and masterful sculpture and painting and music and acting (or impersonating any character different from the actor or professional individual) or scientists and mathematicians and economists and such professional fields as well as reporting a good story or thesis or working with real journalistic integrity which real journalistic integrity does triumph somewhere in the world for truth must surely reside someplace where a truth must be told.

Writing is a calling.

Writing isn’t a job, that’s for sure.

Writing is back breaking hard work.

[“Uploading” isn’t “downloading.”

Not “downloading.” No.

We’re not “burning” any CDs or files or data rather “uploading” to an FTP site.]

Broadcast television engineering is real hardwiring and circuitry and circuit boards and knowing how to maintain equipment and bring software and hardcore engineering metal hardware together to get them to more effectively and smoothly communicate with one another whether it be the Final Cut Pro sending signals to any of the HD decks or “Telestream” touch screens or any other software system for that matter.

Broadcast television engineering is for mature adult brains.

Broadcast television engineering is for smart and intelligent alma mater people who are always five steps ahead of the technology since we’ve been building our own technology since we were four or research and reading about technology for the past twenty-five (25) years like it’s a wet unquenched obsession.

Broadcast television engineering is for people who’ve built their own transistor radios or microwaves or robotics and have been writing “code” since 1976 to the present; (or began coding in the fall of 1990.)

Broadcast television engineering is for professionals who can and will find and steady a signal anywhere in the world especially when it’s most needed and that’s why we’re highly priced since in the Twin Cities we’re only maybe all together twenty-five to thirty (25-30, in the year 2015) broadcast television engineers and one happens to be a woman of color and it happens to be me.

(Correction: on the number of broadcast television engineers in the Twin Cities area 2015; I started out as a broadcast television engineer August of 2006.)

If need be; (not very likely, nor would we ever want to or much less will have to do so) we could feasibly get up on a microwave tower and re-route a signal or break a signal or transfer a signal and that’s why we’re hired to follow a strong ethical professional oath to do well by our industry and profession and society and civilization at large.

Broadcast television engineering is for professionals who can and do catch “post house” edit mistakes such as one single flash frame that stated “‘Papa Murphy’s’ sucks balls.” (Correction: on the name of the company.)

Such vicious and unprofessional mistakes cause producers to go through the roof since it costs producers valuable tens of thousands of dollars ($10,000 of dollars) in re-edits and air time, otherwise. It could be worse with the FCC down any producer’s neck for profanity.

Every time some junior executive editing twerp can’t get their levels right for standardized broadcast HD bloody television for crying out loud then such a dweeb stops production all completely and work must go back to the “post house” for re-working. (Yawn.)

Broadcast television engineering is almost non-existent since it takes real skill and mathematics and science both combined to make an engineer out of a human being.

Not just the press of any button will do, since broadcast television engineering must be conducted with precision and in a sequential order depending on what the equation calls for.

***

Any television or film producer is mostly unoriginal thus they handle money and have absolutely no business or say in the creative or technical departments much less orchestrating carefully crafted and skillfully manipulated awkward television interviews which makes producers look like donkey’s ass.

Mostly television and film producers look like they don’t have anything much original or authentic to say except talk about money or their latest project. (Yawn.)

Television or film executive producers and accountants very rarely know anything about serious and disciplined creative or technical development except how to get content produced for their profit (bottom line) and their better personal benefit, not general mass public educational entertainment, or behind-the-scenes television and film workers’ rights to health care coverage.

What film and television executive producers seem to skip over on their contrived televised interviews is how their co-workers go without health care coverage still yet to this day, and producers’ hardworking co-workers, they, work as part of production crews or understudies and support crew and as skilled technicians lighting and sound and other more humble creative production departments like hair and makeup not to mention, that, workers’ families also go without health care coverage and must provide for health care benefits straight out of their pocket as an added expense to their already low wage living cost. (Whew!)

[Yes, one can make moving pictures without hair and makeup yet not without sound or lighting.

One could, but why waste an audience’s time?

We love a good recording or sound track or vibrant lighting or not which can and does set a mood or a tone or a scene. Oh, lighting! Oh, sound! How art thou?]

(Don’t bore us with stupid film or television stories or projects about snipers and violent mentally ill murderers as the best Hollywood can do. No.

Hollywood and New York City have a huge problem of starving the rest of their staff while their “fat cats” get all the goody bags.)

(Both television and film producers are dumb to let their staff of people go hungry or starve.

Sit up and smell the coffee. Come on, folks! We’ve got work to do. Focus! Pay attention.)

Truly Yours;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000

Word Count: 1,621

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 4,230

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #11 without organic sugar cane ice cream. It’s alright.

*) Day #368 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Day #120 without a cigarette: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Week #2 without stress: I love it.

*) Week #19 work on 298 cholesterol. I love vegan food.

*) Month #6 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty three and a half (23 ½”) inch high waist.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

“Little children, little troubles; big children, big troubles.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Decrepitude (feebleness, weakness, wearing out)

At the age of ninety he showed no signs of decrepitude.

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Etiquette With Children:

Chapter 33.

Pages 421-422

It is not etiquette to put a child to sleep in the room of a guest, nor to allow children to go at all to a guest’s room, unless especially invited to do so, and even then to make long stay there.

Etiquette excludes children from all companies given to grown persons, all parties and balls, except such as are especially given for their pleasure.

When invited to talk or drive, never take a child, unless it has been invited, or you have requested permission to do so; even in the latter case, the consent is probably given more from good-nature than from any desire to have a juvenile third to the party.

Never crowd children into pic-nic parties, if they have not been invited. They generally grow weary and very troublesome before the day is over.

Never take a child to spend the day with a friend unless it has been included in the invitation.

Never allow for children to be in the drawing-room if strangers are present.

Never permit a child to handle the ornaments in the drawing-room of a friend.

Never allow a child to pull a visitor’s dress, play with the jewelry or ornaments she may wear, take her parasol or satchel for a plaything, or in any way annoy her.

Train children early to answer politely when addressed, to avoid restless, noisy motions when in company, and gradually inculcate a love of the gentle courtesies of life. By making the rules of etiquette habitual to them, you remove all awkwardness and restraint from their manners when they are old enough to go into society.

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(Correction: from “hundreds of thousands (100,000’s)” to “tens of thousands (10,000’s) and hundreds of hundreds (100’s)” (Thankful not to be running for the presidency)

Hello.

Broadcast Engineering 102

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Broadcast Engineering Lesson #2:

Audio Levels must be kept at

Negative Ten (-10).

I ran out of time.

Truly Yours;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000

Word Count: 589

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 2,609

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #10 without organic sugar cane ice cream. It’s alright.

*) Day #367 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Day #119 without a cigarette: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Week #2 without stress: I love it.

*) Week #19 work on 298 cholesterol. I love vegan food.

*) Month #6 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty three and a half (23 ½”) inch high waist.

Personal Notes:

Yes, children can and are especially annoying during runway shows and art openings and other such gallery events specifically coordinated events geared only towards adults.

It’s not okay to take children out to adult public events since children can and are a nuisance and annoying to other adults like any strange child who gets stuck in a public restroom stall not to be able to get out other than to crawl on the floor of a public restroom like a wet mop across the floor.

It’s not good when any child goes around groping their crutch since their tights or undergarments don’t seem to fit them properly or clomp around in shoes, too, large for their feet or not properly dressed for an occasion or season.

It’s no good for the child or the guest adult.

It’s more like babysitting than quality time spent with other adults.

Please, leave children at home (especially night events) or don’t attend such events (at all) since it’s selfish on the part of the parents not to leave their children at home past 8:00 P.M.

For the most part, children are dumb and can barely figure out their heads from their rear ends.

The best museum to attend with children is: in the day time at children’s museums otherwise… both parents and children take advantage of all of the people around them who also purchased a ticket late at night to ensure children wouldn’t be there. Period.

It won’t happen again.

Personally, I don’t like to frequent museums with any type of minor. Children require way, too, much attention.

It’s uncouth to take children to adult events.

No, I didn’t realize how uncouth it was to bring any child of ten to a museum until I went through the experience myself about two weekends ago and...

Yes, I was upset to later find out how insecure and unorganized and needy our ten year old minor had socially mishandled herself throughout the evening and no one corrected her since she was handing out compliments to complete strange adults as though her words were candy sugar puff inside a Halloween pillow bag filled full of insecurities and high sugarcane rush.

Children don’t speak to adult strangers.

Children don’t compliment what adults wear.

It’s highly improper to do so.

What does any child know about adult wardrobe?

Absolutely nothing.

Never again (never say never.)

Not for me; will I ever travel through a museum with a minor at night.

Nope.

Talk about a sour taste in my mouth.

It was a terrible night yet I pretended to have a good time.

Ten days later I still feel upset about it.

Monday, February 23, 2015

“Too much courtesy is a discourtesy.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Malfeasance ((wrongful act, misconduct)

He was removed from his position for malfeasance in office.

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Etiquette With Children:

Chapter 33.

Page 421

Rules of strict etiquette forbid taking a child when making formal calls, as they are a restraint upon conversation, even if they are not troublesome about touching forbidden articles, or teasing to go home.

Never take a child to a funeral, or to the house of mourning.

Never allow a child to take a meal at a friend’s house without special invitation. It is impossible to know how much she may be inconvenienced, while her regard for the mother would deter her from sending the little visitor home again.

Never allow a child to handle goods in a store.

Never send for children to meet visitors in the drawing-room, unless the visitors themselves request to see them. Make their stay then very brief, and be careful that they are not troublesome.

Never take a child to church until it is old enough to remain perfectly quiet. Although you may be accustomed to its restless movements, and not disturbed by them, others near you will certainly feel annoyed by them.

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(Correction: from “Coke” head to “cocaine” head.)

Hello.

Broadcast Engineering 101

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Broadcast Engineering Lesson #1:

All television commercial spots

must include

five (5) seconds of slate,

two (2) seconds of black,

plus thirty (30) seconds of spot,

equals thirty-seven (37) seconds total

on each and every single spot.

Thank you.

(For always.

Unless indicated otherwise.)

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No Apologies.

The Beauty of Ms. Norah O’Donnell.

The Beauty of Ms. Tamron Hall.

(No, I didn’t sell out.)

***

The private polls we’ve conducted within the past five (5) years (2010-2015) happens to be eighty-five to ninety-six year old American retiree demographics who seem to loath and love some aspects of morning television.

It seems as though the main reason why eighty-five to ninety-six year olds have expressed having the urge to “punch her in the face” is only because of Ms. O’Donnell’s “smirking lips.”

Her lips and overall smirk seem to anger viewers.

Also viewers don’t have any time to even so much as care or consider or think about Ms. O’Donnell, however.

When directly asked or polled they’ll candidly tell one exactly what they think of Ms. O’Donnell or any other morning person or human or personnel or television personality or television host or television commentator or teleprompter reader or talking head(s) or responsible adult reporters or journalists.

No; neither Ms. Tamron Hall nor Ms. Norah O’Donnell are sacrificial lambs since they’re humans.

No, not any one or any single individual may cause or bring harm or ill will against either Ms. Tamron Hall or Ms. Norah O’Donnell otherwise violence is considered mental illness unless self defense, of course.

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The beauty of Tamron Hall is…

Tamron Hall is a gorgeous woman; who seems ever so slightly shy; and terribly afraid to make mistakes or to personally offend anyone or much less set off anyone or anything or attract, too, much weird or negative or bad attention to herself.

Tamron Hall is a gorgeous woman; who doesn’t seem to know “everything” there is to possibly know about everything; (Right? Right.) And she makes sure her audience understands she is human and imperfect after all.

Tamron Hall is a gorgeous woman; who seems ever so inclusive of anyone around for the sheer sake to be good hearted and sociable amongst all types of audiences and television personnel and staff and crew and other talent.

Tamron Hall is a gorgeous woman; who walks ever so daintily in her gorgeous pointy “foot binding” shoes which she ever so beautifully disguises the painful experience of standing on high heels for any length of time.

Tamron Hall is a gorgeous woman; who does her best to fill air with sugar candy fluff entertainment which is highly irrelevant to the lives of modern viewers who crave and wish for real morning and evening news like in the days of Walter Cronkite.

Tamron Hall is a gorgeous woman; who is smart and intelligent to have made it thus far.

Tamron Hall is a gorgeous woman; who possibly has her hands tied behind her back thus for such a reason alone is what keeps Tamron Hall from conveying and relating strong international morning news content along with current events since Americans crave real nutritional value substance instead of sugar fluff.

Tamron Hall is a gorgeous woman; who smiles radiantly into the camera and doesn’t seem to put on any sort of fake facial muscle to distract viewers from her inner most self.

Tamron Hall is a gorgeous woman; who is black and ever so lucky to be in the position in which she is in today for the mere purpose to establish long term committed portrayals of intelligent and smart black folk over the airwaves and not assimilated “painted face” modern black portrayals of a people who must get schooled about power and education thus break free their chains of economic enslavement.

Tamron Hall is a gorgeous woman; with incredible amount of power to veer the ship of justice against the racial discrimination and prejudices against blacks and minorities.

Tamron Hall is a gorgeous woman; intelligent enough to catch the subtle nuance of discrimination, bigotry, racism and prejudice in a modern world of harsh realities and set right what’s been wrong for all these decades.

Tamron Hall is a gorgeous woman; who must understand her place in history and her type of power to create real change in the lives of her fellow American private citizens and civilians.

Tamron Hall is a gorgeous woman; who must ask herself the tough questions each and every single day:

“Has she done enough to ensure the equality for all people?”

“Has she done enough not to make a complete mockery out of women of color?”

“Has she done enough to represent women everywhere as intelligent and astute incredible and remarkable humans?”

“Has she done enough not to create an imbalance in the force?”

“Has she done enough not to get other women used or passed over for promotion or laughed at or simply made into a complete joke?”

“Has she done enough not to hurt other women of color in any professional industry or business or commerce?”

“Has she done enough to ensure the professional safety of other women of color?”

“Has she done enough?”

“In what better ways can and will she contribute?”

Tamron Hall is a gorgeous woman; who must continually be intellectually challenged to do right by women of color far less fortunate than her who will most likely live out their days in low income housing and die in great impoverishment.

Tamron Hall is a gorgeous woman; who can and will make it better for women everywhere because Ms. Tamron Hall is just that superb a human. She can do it.

***

The beauty of Norah O’Donnell is…

Norah O’Donnell is a gorgeous woman; who knows all, too, well about the vast complexities and difficulties in reaching an overall mass audience much less any sector of the population.

Norah O’Donnell is a gorgeous woman; who is smart and can and will figure out how to best report international news to best inform an overall massive hungry American public audience ready for adult content and daily news (other than fluffy special interest stories) from international regions abroad as well as domestic daily news and current events.

Norah O’Donnell is a gorgeous woman; who knows all, too, well, power and money have absolutely nothing to do with one another much less education and power or education and money for that matter.

Yet, in today’s culture, power isn’t so much who one knows, more so precisely how many dollar bills does one hold?

Norah O’Donnell is a gorgeous woman; who smiles wide and radiates her inner most intrinsic beauty and existence even though the corners of her lips excessively curl up rounding at the tips.

Norah O’Donnell is a gorgeous woman; who wears blocky clothes around the shoulders giving her an excessively weird football padded look causing her journalistic authority to diminish somewhat with each use.

Norah O’Donnell is a gorgeous woman; who by contract ought not to ever allow for lipstick or lip balm to be applied at the very fine edges of her lips.

Norah O’Donnell is a gorgeous woman; who seems to be placed in some contemporary 1950’s replica look-alike conservative attire yet each and every time her T.V. clothes miss their own modern mark with a boxy look, around-the-shoulders and neck, creating a square frame out of lovely Ms. Norah O’Donnell.

Still yet Ms. O’Donnell comes out winning with a brimming smile no matter how atrocious or ridiculous the clothes she’s been placed in by some inappropriate wardrobe monitor or not, or by her own omission (oversight).

Norah O’Donnell is a gorgeous woman; smart and intelligent enough to have made it thus far.

Norah O’Donnell is a gorgeous woman; who possibly requires more private practice time in front of a large mirror to learn how to relax her lips either when she’s nervous or unaware of what’s required of her when it comes to expressing appropriate emotion and recollections, even so.

Norah O’Donnell is a gorgeous woman; who must quickly adapt and become aware of how she is modernly portrayed by some of her toughest audience as any news woman and information and fact and evidence gatherer.

Norah O’Donnell is a gorgeous woman; who must understand, even though many changes do occur in one single day; audiences are picky about how direct and true and adult mature their news anchors must be day-after-day with proven consistency.

Norah O’Donnell is a gorgeous woman; who seems to understand the subtle nuance in any story reporting she does with either compassion or appropriate emotion which calls for any emotionally difficult story to develop and unfold without a smirk.

Norah O’Donnell is a gorgeous woman; who is physically attractive to look at and extraordinarily capable of reading a teleprompter and report with serious credibility yet not take herself ever so seriously as she might otherwise…

Norah O’Donnell is a gorgeous woman; who must continue to be intellectually charged and challenged by her peers and equals as well as industry peers even though she might puff-and-blow at the sight of a good debate or ideological heated political discussion about how to best set our country right or straight or in a general good direction for the overall freedom of all men and women and children.

Norah O’Donnell is a gorgeous woman; who by now must know the difference between news and corporate bought cheese ball news which happens to make the rich richer and the children of the middle income earners starve.

Norah O’Donnell is a gorgeous woman; who is a television dream must realize her fellow Americans require of her to do better so our American children can get physical educational courses and music and art classes back into the public school state / federal system.

We’re counting on Ms. Norah O’Donnell.

See you in another year!

P.S. My Charlie Rose and Tavis Smiley one year boycott is almost over in March 2015.

No, I haven’t gotten around to watching the Oscars since I haven’t had time.

P.S. I must run.

It’s non-sexual, non-flirtatious, non-alluring tea time (mate tea) with our young sound engineer professional mentee. It’s interesting to be a professional mentor to a twenty-two year old professional.

According to my long term professional goals and business plan I’m exactly 65 - 37 = 28 years ahead of professional met goals. Wow! What will I do when I’m 65? Surely, one doesn’t run out of ideas with age.

Truly Yours;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000

Word Count: 2,075

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 2,075

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #9 without organic sugar cane ice cream. It’s alright.

*) Day #366 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Day #118 without a cigarette: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Week #2 without stress: I love it.

*) Week #19 work on 298 cholesterol. I love vegan food.

*) Month #6 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty three and a half (23 ½”) inch high waist and a twenty-six and a half (26.5”) inch mid waist yet I still wear a size ten (10) petite pant so I’m most comfortable in my clothes.

Sooner than later I’ll have to go down to an eight (8) size pants even though I like my clothes either baggy or like a fitted leather glove.

Personal Notes:

Yes, correct. I know so: it’s highly improper for children under twelve (12) years of age to be out past 8:00 P.M. at night much less to adult formal functions over national holidays or gallery openings or couple night out at restaurants or runway shows or, or, or…

Much less may any children speak to or compliment any complete stranger adult previously unknown to the child especially since such behavior from any child is considered queer (weird by modern standards) and unnecessary on any child’s part unless the child is insecure or in general mentally handicap or autistic or special needs; yet knows better than to do something as absurd as to speak to stranger adults in adult settings especially when the parents have very little regard for adult occasions in general especially adult special events such as art openings and ballet debuts and such.

No, I’m not deleting this bit of important writing.

Friday, February 20, 2015

“The man who does not respect clothes will not benefit from them.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Filial (as of a son or daughter)

The filial love of children for their parents is inspiring.

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A book: “Emily Dickinson Selected Poems Unabridged” Dover Publications, INC. New York; Dover Thrift Editions, Editor, Stanley Appelbaum; Published in Canada by General Publishing Company, Ltd., 30 Lesmill Road, Don Mills, Toronto, Ontario. Published in the United Kingdom by Constable and Company, Ltd., 10 Orange Street, London WC2H 7EG, 1990.

“The Poems”

Day’s Parlor.

Pages 10-11

The day came slow, till five o’clock,

Then sprang before the hills

Like hindered rubies, or the light

A sudden musket spills.

The purple could not keep the east,

The sunrise shook from fold,

Like breadths of topaz, packed a night,

The lady just unrolled.

The happy winds their timbrels took;

The birds, in docile rows,

Arranged themselves around their prince

(The wind is prince of those).

The orchard sparkled like a Jew,---

How mighty ‘t was, to stay

A guest in this stupendous place,

The parlor of the day!

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(Correction: on any and all E.S.L. “passive voice” written language.)

Hello.

Boycott of the “Today Show”

Boycott of Paula Deen

Boycott of Tamron Hall

Boycott of Norah O’Donnell

As of this morning we’ve begun to boycott the “Today Show” for one full complete year until the end of next February 2016.

Goodbye for now Al Roker.

See you next year Al.

Since the “Today Show” has an affinity with discriminatory racist “fat cats” who call their staff “niggers” and likes to make a quick buck off of the broken backs of American economic slaves while racists such as Paula Deen might think she can ever so easily sneak by and get away with televised cultural genocide, however.

Paula Deen is a large and pasty white woman with green eye shadow and wears ugly prints so it’s not like she can ever so easily sneak by in any way, shape or form.

It was the “Today Show” and their producers who paired up creepy scary racist Paula Deen with amazing and tremendous Al Roker to make Paula Deen seem as though nothing is the matter.

(What a bunch of perverted producers considering the difficulties with modern American racist culture today of gun violence and other forms of violence against blacks and brown minorities.)

Plus Americans hate the “Today Show” mainly because of their time wasting “talking heads” with obviously tremendously enormous egos and very little substance to their content other than to stand around and gibberish about nothing other than puff balls.

(What a bunch of creeps.)

(All of that power and no substantial content to back it up.)

Mostly Americans hate the “Today Show” because of Matt Lauer’s deceitful demeanor and Savannah Guthrie’s weird shallow disposition and inability to report on anything at all yet make it seem important when it’s only fluff.

Don’t ask me why, however.

Most Americans we privately poll across the nation from eighty to ninety six years of age, such people, don’t trust either of their faces or what they have to say and neither do I ever since I discovered the loathing for the “Today Show” and why amongst the eighty to ninety year old demographics are ever so angered by mass media and morning television waste of time.

Don’t take it from me: I’m not an eighty or ninety year old poll-taker demographics. No.

Yes, I do have to agree with a majority of Americans polled about the “Today Show” and have agreed for the past five continuous years.

Don’t like ‘em.

Don’t trust ‘em.

Mostly, if Americans were to watch the “Today Show” then it’s only because Al Roker is a mature adult and so is Mr. Carson Daly even though Mr. Daly is made to spew unimportant content just as well as Savannah Guthrie except Mr. Daly is more believable and trusted than Ms. Guthrie ever will be.

Most eighty and ninety year olds we privately poll watch the “Today Show” because of Mr. Carson Daly and no other reason since eighty and ninety year olds seem to trust Mr. Daly, otherwise.

In cafes and hospitals and airports and restaurants people in general tend to begrudge having their time wasted, mainly on the side of producers who obviously hate their viewers and refuse to bequeath audiences with real up to date international news and information and current events thus ignorant non-educated television producers instill televised garbage wasted hours in hopes it’ll catch on, however.

Thankfully wasted hours of garbage television doesn’t seem to catch on since Americans can see right through the transparency of television’s lack of intellectual power or educational standard news for that matter.

Television producers must be some of the most boring and uneducated people all around.

Television and film producers are some of the most unintelligent and boring modern people in the world since it seems as though the only thing that makes garbage content television producers and film producers happy and boastful is the bottom line not the essential material or content to ensure the intellectual inspiration and strong thinking self-will of the people to be properly educationally entertained without wanting to put a shotgun to their face and aim it and pull the trigger each and every single morning television pulls out their broken off penises or dried up vaginas or ‘old woman hair’ or ugly short skirts showing their “ugly knees” and unprofessional 1980’s style of forgotten clothes and badly crippled programming.

The “Today Show” has bad morning breath and bad hair.

Whatever happened to real morning news and current events?

When did strong content take a backseat to black Barbie?

Why is there so much useless content on television like Tamron Hall?

Tamron Hall and her delusional cute “I’m black but not too black” act does make one care to aim a shotgun at one’s face each and every morning thus we turn off the television and watch anything other than fluff garbage, too, scared to look or act anything other than an ideal televised “white act” portrayed to look like puberty more so than adulthood. (Corrections were made to the language.)

Tamron Hall doesn’t do anything for the discriminatory harsh reality of racist dysfunction in the everyday lives of black and brown people in America.

If anything Tamron Hall makes racism in America ever so much more difficult than she’ll ever know since we can’t all act like powder puffs sweeping away racism under the rug.

Tamron Hall isn’t any type of super hero much less humane.

Tamron Hall is useless in the same manner in which Norah O’Donnell can’t get her “shit eating grin” off of her smarmy face.

Both women look and act uncomfortable in front of the camera since they both know they have it good on easy street yet what they do as women belittles the hard work of other women making it in the world with real sacrifice and courage and strength and endeavor to overcome discrimination or sexual harassment in the workforce or overt racism or in some cases rape.

Norah O’Donnell isn’t any type of super hero much less humane.

***

The reason why so many eighty and ninety year old Americans (correction on specific demographics of Americans) hate Norah O’Donnell is because she looks like she’s about to pass a bowel movement every time she reads headline news.

She’s stuck on that one constipated look on her face that says: “Here it comes!” Yet nothing ever does.

Either woman is a waste of time.

Both women seem to know they’re a waste of time thus when they get the chance to get their weird looking looks and faces on television they only do so with the hopes, no one will notice their “clown act” or “bearded ladies circus freak show” or “painted face” act, too, much, otherwise.

It’s back to the farm for both little girls who have no clue what’s going on in the modern world today and that fact alone makes them television road kill hence their ignorant acts show all over their face making them the least trust worthy people on television and “everybody” else knows it but them and their producers.

Could you imagine being the butt end of a joke by an entire American public and not know it?

One thing Americans can’t stand is out-of-touch “talking heads” or “teleprompter readers” or reporters or journalists who pretend away the trials and tribulations and sacrifices of twelve year’s war and stolen wages.

Are there any real journalists or reporters left in the world today other than “teleprompter readers” or “talking heads?”

(Please tell us there are still some informed professional and professionally attired journalists and reporters out there to be taken seriously by what they report and say to be true.)

Do you know why eighty and ninety year old Americans (correction on the demographics of Americans) wish they could punch Norah O’Donnell in the face?

For the past four or five years, eighty and ninety year old Americans have told me they feel as though Norah O’Donnell mocks the very fabric of American life and the difficulties Americans lived through for the past twelve year’s war, and burst real estate bubbled mortgages, and lost homes, and homelessness, and American corporate and Wall Street economic slavery, and lost middle income earning pensions, and lost savings and lost small fortunes in the stock market.

(Fair enough. Eighty and ninety year old Americans may loathe someone like public figure Ms. O’Donnell who doesn’t seem to take her position of power very seriously at all.

Yet and nevertheless, may, no one ever physically harm or injure Ms. O’Donnell otherwise that’s a mental case.)

Americans lost everything within the past decade.

Hardworking Americans lost their pensions.

Americans lost their jobs.

Americans lost their homes.

Americans lost their nest eggs in the stock market.

Americans lost their Sons and Daughters to war.

Americans lost big on Wall Street and that’s why we’re not laughing or blowing kisses or bubbles into the air while our asses fall out of dresses or our tits play peak-a-boob on television.

Put that in your pipe and smoke it motherfuckers.

Ms. O’Donnell looks either stoned or drunk on power while reading the news. The higher the pedestal.

Ever since Americans lost their retirement funds in the stock market recession crash of 2008 and 2009, it’s been an uphill battle for most middle income earning families to get food on their tables and clothes on their backs.

Americans hate the joker.

Ms. Norah O’Donnell smirks like the joker and that’s why mostly eighty and ninety year old Americans refuse to take her seriously enough to read teleprompt headlines news since she comes across as someone who only cares about her plastered hair and awful clothes made for a forgotten era.

Americans lost everything in the stock market recession crash and that’s nothing to grimace or mock or eat shit with a grin.

An audience can be made to feel,

as though the joke’s on them.

An audience can be made to feel mocked.

An audience can be made to feel small.

Don’t let them.

It’s all a mind trick.

It’s all a mind game.

It’s a mind fuck.

Don’t drink the Kool-Aid.

Americans hate a mind fuck like Norah O’Donnell’s lips.

The reason why Norah O’Donnell ought to have been fired immediately one year after her arrival to the morning CBS Show is because she has a cold face hardly anyone can trust and that’s enough reason to make a producer quake in their boots.

Norah O’Donnell has a face that only a mother can trust and that’s not saying very much only, that, of course, a mother would say and do anything for their child or children.

Norah O’Donnell’s face is not trust worthy with possibly an even colder heart to go along with that face since she refuses to get her game face on and deliver real and vitally important daily international news.

Even if Ms. O’Donnell were to prove to be a humanitarian she has a cold dead look of a dead fish so there’s not one single point in looking at her especially when she doesn’t seem to be able to connect to massive viewership across the globe, really. (We hear from people from all over the globe.)

Ms. O’ Donnell comes across as some creepy cocaine (correction:) head who hates herself and the world around her thus she seems to know, that, she must now milk it for all it’s worth and make a fortune off of the broken backs of economic American slaves before her time in the sun is over and gone forever along with the last of her looks which is important for television.

No, this isn’t a personal insult or attack on Ms. O’Donnell.

No, Ms. O’Donnell isn’t any sacrificial lamb.

Yes, Ms. O’Donnell simply isn’t liked by hundreds and thousands of American seniors because of her “smirking lips” otherwise they think she does a terrific job. (Do you understand the conundrum?)

(Correction: from “hundreds of thousands (100,000’s)” to “tens of thousands (10,000’s) and hundreds of hundreds (100’s)”

They hate her and love her and refuse to watch the CBS Morning Show. (So what else is there? The “Today Show,” they tell us.)

Ms. O’Donnell may and can and will handle her emotions beautifully or not no matter what anyone might write about her since she understands what it’s like to establish oneself in a cut throat world of television news and in any matter of public opinion.

Ms. O’Donnell understands very well what she signed up for.

Yes, I can understand why American eighty and ninety year old people hate Norah O’Donnell so much.

Ms. O’Donnell looks like any bully with her permanent shit eating grin that says: “I don’t know anything therefore I must grin my way through life to pretend like I know what’s going on but really I don’t since I’m waiting to take a seven day’s old dump.”

Who let the joker take over hosting morning television duties?

Cheers.

We’ll come back a year from now.

P.S. The Oscars 2015!

Why do so many of the women wear prom looking dresses made from cheap inexpensive looking fabrics worn at the Oscars?

3D television shows off everything especially bad makeup jobs and cheap fabric and bad hair.

Why do so many of the women dress like cheap whores at the Oscars?

Last year, mostly the women looked like they were dressed in five dollar dresses made for ugly bridesmaids.

Forget the Oscars!

What is anybody wearing?

Peace.

Please, bring back balance to the force.

Thank you.

No, I’m not angry.

Only disappointed to find a leaderless country.

Truly Yours;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000

Word Count: 2,056 / 2,373

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 6,436

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #6 without organic sugar cane ice cream. It’s alright.

*) Day #363 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Day #115 without a cigarette: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Week #1 without stress: I love it.

*) Week #18 work on 298 cholesterol. I love vegan food.

*) Month #6 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty three and a half (23 ½”) inch high waist and a twenty seven inch mid waist.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

“A homely patch is more beautiful than a beautiful hole.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Invidious (repugnant, tending to arouse hatred, ill will)

They would not accept the invidious scheme proposed by the leader.

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“The Poems”

Evening.

Page 46

The cricket sang,

And se the sun,

And workmen finished, one by one,

Their seam the day upon.

The low grass loaded with the dew,

The twilight stood as strangers do

With hat in hand, polite and new,

To stay as if, or go.

A vastness, as a neighbor, came,---

A wisdom without face or name,

A peace, as hemispheres at home,---

And so the night became.

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(Correction: from “capital” to “capitol.”)

(Correction: from “Presidents Day” to “President’s Day.”)

(Correction: from “federal holidays” to “National holidays.”)

Happy Chinese New Year’s 2015!

Happy twenty-five years of celebration to Photoshop!

Hello.

Liberation

The

Consumer Party.

***

This evening dusk light has gone from orange to ice blue with frigid cold air at 5:58 P.M.

***

Even though I was supposed to be hard at work on Photoshop exercises and creative problem solving instead I became distracted and sidetracked earlier this afternoon for about three hours since the bright sunlight was perfect for some fine needle work thus I ever so daintily and carefully cut out clothing tags from Italian and Cambodian and Chinese and Vietnamese made and sewn and manufactured decent clothes.

After the third ruined brand new tee, I stopped and put down the “X-Acto” knife and the fine point needle nose scissors and walked away before I caused anymore damage to my brand new washed clothes than I already did.

The two fabulous t-shirts and the one long sleeved tee I gouged gaping holes thru each one of them, fit beautifully and comfortably once again since about the summer of 2010 when t-shirts were made with clarity and function and mathematics and feminine precision yet rugged individualist natural sexual appeal without trying, too, hard.

***

The coolest belt in the world came to our corner of the universe today.

The following item is absolutely beautiful: Gap: SKU# 1421260020004 Shiny leather belt / gunmetal / M $13.99.

This belt is a keeper.

Thank you so much!

Almost one of the coolest t-shirts in the world came to our corner of the universe today with the exception of which the material is a bit stiff compare to other softer materials made to go upon or next to the bosom or breast of any woman.

The following item is absolutely beautiful: Gap: SKU# 1400650420002 Shimmer crew tee / true black / M $16.99.

Nevertheless, as daintily as I was with my sharp “X-Acto” knife to no avail I still went ahead and placed two holes into my new almost favorite t-shirt given that I chose to wrestle a silly little tag on a t-shirt seeing as I refuse to wear tags or have tags rub against my skin all day long on the back of my neck or anywhere else for that matter. Nope. (No, thank you.)

Not to worry as of this afternoon SKU# 1400650420002 Shimmer crew tee / true black / M is now inside a dust rag bag along with one most comfortable Old Navy: SKU# 9530730724004 Women’s Slub-Knit / Black / M / Petite $5.50.

The so not cool Gap: SKU# 9412710024007 1969 high-rise skinny / dark wash / Petite $24.99 cut off circulation around both of my calves.

Even though the rest of the fit was perfect I could barely move my calves in this weirdo dark wash of a jean. (No worries, this is a return since the tags are still on the jeans.)

***

As of late, I find myself taking the time to care for my new winter 2014-2015 wardrobe and some of those duties and responsibilities are to remove tags sewn into the clothes which can be a waste of time and hassle.

Personally, I don’t have much time for anything much less to finagle with inner seam clothing tags or spend large amounts of time on cumbersome clothes or put a greater emphasis on clothes than they already require.

Cutting out tags is a complete waste of time.

Cutting out tags is a nightmare.

Still yet I refuse to wear tags on my clothes like most modern people thus I’ll take anywhere from three to six weeks before I get around to wearing new clothes.

First, I say non-religious prayers for the clothes to fit well.

Second, I open up packages and try on new clothes which were purchased online and post mail delivered.

Third, either, I make a specific time to try on brand new clothes right before I bathe or the clothes will sit unopened on our entryway bench until I get around to them as the last part of my day before we get ready for bed.

Four, I might try on clothes and then immediately bathe.

Five, I decide what to keep and what to return.

Six, I place new clothes inside zipped up pillow cases and let the clothes sit for about six hours in cold freezing water and Borax inside the washing machine.

Seven, when finished I take out clothes from the wash.

Eight, I lay flat dry any and most t-shirts and indigo jeans.

Nine, when clothes are completely dry then I go through new clothes and cut out all inner tags with either a sharp “X-Acto” knife or fine point needle nose scissors.

Ten, I sew gaps along the inner seams of t-shirts where the tags were.

Twelve, any noticeable holes on any new clothes then we place them inside a dust rag bag and call it a day.

Moving on.

Next.

***

Liberation.

Today, I let go of a most fabulous small grey Benetton Cashmere jumper: 108KD4103 BEN (L Cashmere FF Urban) MP.01 00667 4 F 14 2.4353.1/ 157 00 508 S.

This grey Cashmere dream jumper came to our home with the right hand side rotator cuff sleeve sewn the size of “extra small” while the left hand side rotator cuff sleeve was actually and literally “Size Small” the same size as the rest of the sweater, however.

The right hand side rotator cuff sleeve incorrectly sewn is, too, much of a cumbersome difficulty to tug and pull away at this article of clothing for most of the day thus this specific Cashmere jumper made its way into the dust rag bag today since I chose not to get cheap and live with a most nuisance sweater.

Thankfully, I also ordered and received a most amazing and beautiful Benetton black medium Cashmere jumper sweater which fits like a dream for a curvy woman such as myself.

My black Medium Cashmere jumper is a dream wrapped up and warmly kept from any gawking stolen sideway glances. (107BD4119 BEN (Basic Smart) MP.01 01719 4 S 15 1.0428.0/ 157 00 100 M.)

This jumper is winner!

It’s a keeper.

(Thank you.)

Personally, I refuse to wear clothes with holes in them even if they’re brand new.

Personally, I’m beginning to purchase as many clothes without inner tags as possible.

Personally, I enjoy it when the inside of any t-shirt will say: who is the maker, and where was it made, and percentages of material as well as how to launder the clothes without a single tag to cut off and re-sew along the seams.

Personally, I don’t have much time to deal with the inner tags of clothes, however.

When I do take the time to cut off the inner tags then I’m good to go, otherwise. (Homework looms over my head before I can ever wear the brand new clothes.)

If I don’t get around to cutting off tags then small piles of brand new clean clothes begin to mound and add up and sit there and wait my return.

If I don’t get around to the new piles of clothes quickly enough then suddenly I’ll blink and it’ll turn into May and June…

…Then winter clothes must be put away only to see another December return and begin to purchase new clothes all over again and go through the entire tedious process of cutting out tags year-after-year.

Why are tags sewn with a vengeance to clothes?

Isn’t the entire point to clothes to easily cut off any and all tags?

Still I have one long sleeved tee and two other short sleeved shirts and one cardigan to go.

My hands tremble and shake at the thought of having to go through another daunting three hours of cutting out tags without ripping huge holes into my new clothes and sew back up the holes the tags leave along the seams which is fine to sew any holes along the seams, however.

When holes are gouged right in the back of the neck then no amount of sewing will make that t-shirt pristine much less acceptable to wear anywhere but the backyard to pick up dog doo-doo.

Truly Yours;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000

Word Count: 1,488

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 4,380

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #5 without organic sugar cane ice cream. It’s alright.

*) Day #362 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Day #114 without a cigarette: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Week #1 without stress: I love it.

*) Week #18 work on 298 cholesterol. I love vegan food.

*) Month #6 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty three and a half (23 ½”) inch high waist.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

“At the seashore, thornbushes are veritable fir trees.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Obsolescent (passing out of use)

We should avoid all obsolescent words in writing and speaking.

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“The Poems”

March.

Pages 48-49

We like March, his shoes are purple,

He is new and high;

Makes he mud for dog and peddler,

Makes he forest dry;

Knows the adder’s tongue is coming,

And begets her spot.

Stands the sun so close and mighty

That our minds are hot.

News is he of all the others;

Bold it were to die

With the blue-birds buccaneering

On his British sky.

The pedigree of honey

Does not concern the bee;

A clover, any time, to him

Is aristocracy.

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Hello.

Peaceful

Political

Demonstrations.

It’s not about me.

No, nothing’s about me or you or anyone for that matter.

Correct, it’s not about the storyteller.

It’s about the story.

Since this is a blog…I could get lost in tonight’s bronze outlined frozen orange dusk skyline of a faint sunset… at 5:40 P.M.

***

Not once in my adult life have I ever participated in any peaceful physical demonstrations as one single private American citizen or civilian upon the streets of America for any political reason whatsoever. No.

As a private college and public university student I didn’t see the point to peacefully demonstrate against overpriced university sweatshirts made in Mexican sweatshops in which the women laborer workers were only allotted one bathroom break every sixteen hours.

(No, I couldn’t bring myself to look at beautiful faces which almost looked identical to mine no differently than looking through a window across to any animal in any zoo.

No, I couldn’t bring myself to come face to face against sweatshop cruel labor and ‘sit-in’ days-long peaceful demonstrations which did in fact took place.

All I could do was close off my pocketbook to such cruelty and sweatshop labor in those days and still do today.

No, I couldn’t bring myself to be a part of any of it even though I loved the clothes sewn by Mexican indentured servant women sweatshop worker laborers made specifically for university students and their families and faculty and staff and tourists.

Since the sweatshop sweatshirts were indeed made well with the suffering of women’s bladders to this day I still haven’t worn any of the clothes I bought at the university bookstore yet I’ve kept them for exactly fifteen years and to this day these particular articles of clothes still remind me of the suffering of economically enslaved sweatshop labor thus I can’t bring myself to wear blood clothes like blood diamonds or drink blood coffee.)

Anyway, one might look at cruelty: it’s difficult to stare at cruelty in the form of bladder infections and such painful debilitating illnesses which stem from not releasing the bladder which must be done so and often as most animals and humans of the animal kingdom must and do relieve themselves as their natural life given birthright to urinate upon the call of the wild.

Personally, I felt that I had homework to do and classes and work to attend to rather than get caught in the middle of something potentially physically dangerous since I’m dainty and fragile yet strong and full of slow pace stamina with little bits of fat and muscle to go along with strong bone and a long enduring and lasting strength.

In other words: fifteen years ago I wanted to participate in peaceful political demonstrations yet I didn’t desire a broken nose or a black and blue eye or two or bruised or broken ribs or fingers or toes or broken legs or arms or skull just in case any riot broke out with any type of campus or civil servant police. No.

In those days of my young adult youth I wanted to ensure my safety and still do, however.

The rules changed.

The game is rigged.

Mainly the safety of most minority people in America is a joke especially for people of color and other more secular minorities.

The world might be a safer place today, however.

America is quite a rugged individualist and dangerous country for minorities.

America is the wild wild west of minority gun murder.

America is the capitol of minority gun murder.

Pop. Pop. Pop.

It doesn’t take anything or any excuse for any police officer to shoot me and kill me on the spot while standing still like a dog and get away with murder since I’m a woman of color.

It doesn’t take anything for me to get killed in the streets of America or anywhere else in the world for that matter.

No, it’s not about me.

It’s about how on average eight (8) little boys and girls or youth or young adult folk of black or brown or minority decent get killed and murdered per day here upon the streets of America by our civil servant police brutality.

When will we overcome?

When will our lives be worth anything to civil servants?

When will our flesh define our anatomy and not our character?

When will the color of our skin not get us killed?

When will black lives matter?

When will brown lives matter?

When?

When.

***

In conclusion for today:

Fortunately for me as any wise human is, I discovered a long time ago the game is rigged and absolute power absolutely corrupts thus I became an independent thinker since there didn’t seem to be any other position more important than this one: to think and critically construct an overall analysis of the modern world today as we know it or more precisely as we think we understand to know it to be as is. (Those words translate.)

As much as I’d like to think all of my online petitions and letter writing and correspondence to behind-the-scenes important private persons and silent leaders with all of the money and true quiet power is making any type of difference I must naively force myself to believe something of great power and peaceful and calm will does prevail here.

Even though my intellectual brain understands nothing much is done for the safety and safe keeping of private American citizens and civilians by our leaders when it comes to sexual harassment or sexual violence or sexual assault or rape while in public places the more skeptical I become of policy making and implementing stricter laws and consequences for public sexual perpetrators and sexual violence or sexual assault or sexual harassment or sexual exploitation or rape or any or all of the above.

No, I don’t ever feel so alive that I want to rip off my clothes and run naked in the rain, however.

Yes, I’m motivated enough to peacefully demonstrate in a bikini since it seems other political tactics don’t much work when society is in dire need to bring important matters and topics of discussion to the forefront such as public and workplace sexual assault or rape or sexual violence or sexual exploitation or sexual harassment.

Yes, I realize nothing much matters to the mass corporate machine or mass corporate media since they live in penthouses above the skyline and ride in limousines yet for the majority of us who still live on the ground we must still take public transit and walk in public parks and grocery shop.

Humans aren’t demigods.

Humans are perfect and beautiful especially when they’re not.

Mostly I feel alive even though I don’t ever have any need to rip off my clothes in public and run wild naked. No.

Right now I feel raw and somewhat skeptical about peaceful demonstrations in my bikini, however.

If it’s going to take peaceful demonstrators in underwear for the purpose to bring awareness and real change to American sexual violence and sexual assault and sexual exploitation and sexual harassment and rape then so be it.

Personally, I uphold to some concerns.

No, I don’t look forward to going half naked in my bikini yet it’ll be sexually liberating to do so.

Bikini here I come!

Truly Yours;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000

Word Count: 1,325

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 2,892

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #4 without organic sugar cane ice cream. It’s alright.

*) Day #361 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Day #113 without a cigarette: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Week #1 without stress: I love it.

*) Week #18 work on 298 cholesterol. I love vegan food.

*) Month #6 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty three and a half (23 ½”) inch high waist.

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

“When a teacher fights with his wife, it’s tough on his students.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Parody (ridiculous imitation)

He wrote a parody on the poem “The Wind’s Visit.”

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“The Poems”

The First Lesson.

Page 17-18

Not in this world to see his face

Sounds long, until I read the place

Where this is said to be

But just the primer to a life

Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,

Clasped yet to him and me.

And yet, my primer suits me so

I would not choose a book to know

Than, that, be sweeter wise;

Might some one else so learned be,

And leave me just my A B C,

Himself could have the skies.

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Hello.

Old Navy Skinny Jeans

February 12, 2015

On Thursday, February 12, 2015 I acquired a slight lower back pain injury I overcame by Saturday night.

No, I didn’t throw out my back.

By Thursday night each time I stood up my lower back stiffened and locked up and spasms broke out across a small region of my lower back which made it all the more difficult to stand up straight.

As subsequently funny and hilarious as back spasms are painful the more one laughs then the more difficult the experience yet it couldn’t be helped.

The lower back pain and spasms were mostly my fault since I’m the one who made the unwise decision to purchase and keep one pair of Old Navy’s Women’s The Flirt / Rinse / Petite skinny Jean.

We enjoy purchasing our pajamas and tank tops and flip flops and t-shirts from Old Navy.

Old Navy makes durable clothes which for as inexpensive as they are, the clothes last a long time aside from the fact they fade quickly with each wash thus the clothes are only much good for play or mowing the lawn or gardening or painting the house or finger painting with the kids or grubs or lounge around clothes mostly guests won’t ever get to see.

Otherwise, Old Navy clothes are mainly play clothes and inexpensive so if one gets their jeans torn or garage paint on them then one doesn’t weep over their jeans since mostly each pair of Old Navy jeans cost $25.00 rather than Armani’s jeans cost $138.00 at discount $40.00.

Yes, as of Thursday, February 12, 2013 night I donated the one pair of Old Navy’s The Flirt Skinny Jeans and that very day in the mail I received another four (4) pair of the same exact pair of make and style of Old Navy jean for $100.00 total and each and every single one of the four (4) pairs of jeans must be returned by no later than this Sunday, February 22, 2015 since I shan’t be wearing them no matter how much money there is in the world to throw around or waste. (The week’s already flying by.)

***

Skinny Jeans are…

Skinny jeans are a science.

Skinny jeans are a crucial mathematics.

Skinny jeans aren’t for everyone.

Skinny jeans are all about the material comfort.

Skinny jeans have to be made right.

Skinny jeans are fastidious.

Skinny jeans are precision perfect.

Skinny jeans either were or have been mostly expensive within the recent past (2005-2015, one decade) ten years due to the fact which skinny jeans must be well made by those who know best and how to exactly measure inch by inch precision.

On average last week I stood at my desk for about six hours daily no differently than I do on average any other day and have stood up on-and-off for almost two years as I positioned my keyboard and screen on makeshift piles of books until recently I broke down and bought an expensive wooden stand up desk and it’s completely changed my life for the better. (There’s absolutely no Carpal Tunnel pain when I type standing up. Thank goodness for such a miracle.)

Last Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday I wore my Old Navy’s The Flirt Skinny Jeans since I didn’t seem to be able to soften out the material and move as easily as I do in my outlet Armani Exchange Skinny Officer Jeans. I chose and decided to wear my Old Navy The Flirt Skinny Jeans for most of last week, However.

By Wednesday night my lower back began to stiffen and lock up on me.

By Thursday night it was all over and the spasms of pain were, too, much, to bare thus immediately I donated the jeans and must not wear them ever again even though they fit like a glove and I looked amazing in them.

***

Soft High Rise Skinny Jeans

Are A Winner!

We (engineer experts and I) think Old Navy’s The Flirt Skinny Jean denim material is far, too, stiff for the type and make or model or style of this specific skinny jean and mustn’t be sewn for this style or make other than for a wide leg or boot cut style since this stiff denim refuses to move or budge an inch when the human anatomy moves with grace this denim material tends to stop any human dead in their tracks and doesn’t allow for the body to naturally move at all. No good. No go.

Last weekend we also returned two pairs of Old Navy The Dreamer / Rinse / Petite Jeans since both pair of jeans did cut off circulation around my knees.

(The other two pair we returned since the front pockets was too shallow.)

The tightness around my knees was a most awful sensation in the world. It felt as though I had rubber bands around my knees constricting all movement and blood flow.

Weird, not once in twenty eight years of wearing jeans have I ever had the circulation cut off from around my knees. It’s too bad these jeans were incorrectly made.

Unfortunately, we bought further garbage we must now dispose of through either donation or recycled or reusable goods.

(This winter 2014-2015 has been a waste of money and time and energy. Mostly garbage is produced or manufactured or designed or made or sewn in China especially when it comes to apparel.)

The Old Navy’s The Dreamer Jeans are well made everywhere except for the material and the knees and the two front pockets are shallow thus all of my stuff (I.D. and wallet case) fell out of the front pockets when I tried the jeans on and walked around in them and bent down in a pretense position as though I were about to go to the toilet and when I stood up from my pretend position all of my intimate objects in my front pockets fell out. Bummer. This is nothing new.

Having intimate belongings suddenly drop or fall out of jeans or pant front pockets has been one continuous hellish insane nightmare and aspect to modern women’s pants or jeans for the past retarded decade of modern fashion getting fat rich off the hog while producing garbage for their mostly hated consumers known in other parts of the world as “The Ugly American.”

(Why is it that with shallow jean front pockets one has to prepare for almost if not then everything to fall out of the front pockets each and every time one goes to the bathroom right as they’re about to pull up their pants.)

Personally, I can’t stand low rise or mid rise jeans or pants since my crotch and groin area require more material to cover up my privates than only four (4) or five (5) inches. Thank you very much.

Any human with any small bit of fat will catch themselves constantly and continually tucking back into their jeans their little bit of fat each and every time they sit down so they might be able to hide one’s fat from muffin topping out.

Yes, I’ve fallen in love with well made durable yet soft high rise skinny jeans yet it’s difficult to find them anywhere for a reasonable price of $40.00 and no more.

It’s difficult to find durable and soft high rise skinny jeans in general ever since as of a decade ago smelly bartending tattooed club young adults “got an in” with the fashion industry and began to dictate dumb and uncomfortable styles for small sub-cultural pockets of society which liked to only cover about four or five inches of their crotch. Stupid.

Since club kids did get their chance in the sun for one straight decade (10 years) of god awful uncomfortable clothes then it’s time for actual design professionals and engineers to take back the helm and stir this ship to safe fashionable waters.

If one doesn’t know mathematics and science then get the hell out of the way before such fools sink the ship and drown and kill every aspect of the fashion industry.

Get it together or go home.

Truly Yours;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000

Word Count: 1,422 1,465

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 1,567

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #3 without organic sugar cane ice cream. It’s alright.

*) Day #360 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Day #112 without a cigarette: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Week #1 without stress: I love it.

*) Week #18 work on 298 cholesterol. I love vegan food.

*) Month #6 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty three and a half (23 ½”) inch high waist.

Monday, February 16, 2015

“When the light goes out, the mice dance.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Moribund (in a dying state, near death)

The activity was neglected for a long time and is in a moribund condition.

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“The Poems”

Ghosts.

Page 33-33

One need not be a chamber to be haunted,

One need not be a house;

The brain has corridors surpassing

Material place.

Far safer, of a midnight meeting

External ghost,

Than an interior confronting

That whiter host.

Far safer through an Abbey gallop,

The stones achase,

Than, moonless, one’s own self encounter

In lonesome place.

Oneself, behind ourself concealed,

Should startle most;

Assassin, hid in our apartment,

Be horror’s least.

The prudent carries a revolver,

He bolts the door,

O’erlooking a superior spectre

More nearer.

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Happy President’s Day!

Hello.

No Blog.

Please, keep up with National holidays.

Thanks.

Cheers!

Truly Yours;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000

Word Count: 102

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 102

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #359 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Day #111 without a cigarette: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Week #1 without stress: I love it.

*) Week #18 work on 298 cholesterol. I love vegan food.

*) Month #6 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty four (24”) inch high waist.

Friday, February 13, 2015

“When the wet leaves [on a tree] burn, what can the dry ones say?”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Candelabrum (large ornamental candle stick)

The candelabrum looks beautiful in the center of the table.

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“The Poems”

The Goal.

Page 33-34

Each life converges to some centre

Expressed or still;

Exists in every human nature

A goal,

Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be,

Too fair

For credibility’s temerity

To dare.

Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven,

To reach

Were hopeless as the rainbow’s raiment

To touch,

Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance;

How high

Unto the saints’ slow diligence

The sky!

Ungained, it may be, by a life’s low venture,

But then,

Eternity enables the endeavoring

Again.

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Happy Valentine’s Day!

Wow!

Sugar here I come!

Red velvet cupcake.

Happy Friday the Thirteenth!

(Thirteen is an awesome number in the Mayan tradition.)

(Correction: From “15, 16, 17” to “17, 18, 19” years of age when I practiced with tri-athletes on the running portion of their training.) (I went back and checked my dates and notes.)

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Hello.

However one might spend Valentine’s Day or night we wish you a remarkable and wonderful time relaxing by yourself or in the company of excellent and kind hearted smart and intelligent people who love and care about you.

May you enjoy good food and merry drink and rejoice in this life which is.

We wish you beauty and love and respect and admiration and kind salutations and the achievement in the circle of life.

Tonight we raise a glass in your honor.

Here’s to you!

Here’s to us!

Here’s to all!

Here’s to love!

Here’s to non-sexual responsible male/female adult friendships.

Here’s to Eric’s amazing best female friends!

Here’s to my awesome best male friends!

My brothers.

Our sisters.

Here’s to our thriving life!

Here is to beauty and understanding!

Here is to humility and grace!

Here is to courage and well deserved second chances!

Here’s to serendipity.

(No, personally I don’t believe in coincidences.)

Here’s to anything romantic except for ‘love at first fright.’

We refine with age like mature wine.

May the juice be drunk from the vine!

P.S. Yes, Frankenstein as a novel book character is a scientist by trade.

P.S. Valentine’s Night at 8:00 P.M. at the M.I.A. we’ll be celebrating one hundred years of art at the Habsburgs Opening Art Exhibit with one of Eric’s best female friends of twenty some years. Hi! Hip! Hooray!

Yes, I’m amazed I’ll get out of my pajamas at all on Valentine’s Day. We’ve spent the past nine Valentine’s on the couch sipping Champagne and relaxing in long underwear and wool socks and a grey t-shirt.

One velvet cup cake here we go! I hope I can find at least one velvet cup cake tomorrow morning at either Perkins or Byerly’s or any bakery or, or, or

Cheers!

Gabriel

Truly Yours;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal journals

Word Count: 629

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 5,622

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #356 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Day #108 without a cigarette: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Week #3 without stress: I love it.

*) Week #17 work on 298 cholesterol. I love vegan food.

*) Month #6 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty four (24”) inch high waist.

(Professional ballerinas tell me they have twenty seven and a half (27.5”) inch waists, August 2014. Wow.)

My exact “natural waist” two (2) inches above my belly button is twenty-seven (27”) inches and my exact “high waist” right under my ribcage four (4) inches above my belly button is twenty-four (24”) inches as of this morning without sucking-in anything. Thank you very much.

There’s exactly four (4) inches (correction, I measured) between my belly button and my high waist right under my ribcage.

No, I don’t tend to wear skintight clothes since skintight clothes restrict movement thus I wear a “Size Medium” to hide any type of belly fat no matter how small a bulge of fat might be.

Fat is fat. I cover up my fat as much as possible so that I may not look like “muffin top.” I like to wear respectfully covered up proper attire with a hint of intellectual sensual appeal and raw animal sex without showing a thing or sexually touching or getting touched by anyone other than Eric. Amen.

Thursday, February 12, 2015

“A heavy load [of bread] is no burden.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Salubrious (beneficial, healthful)

The salubrious climate helped him to regain his strength.

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“The Poems”

Playmates.

Page 5

God permits industrious angels

Afternoons to play.

I met one, --- forgot my school-mates,

All, for him, straightway.

God calls home the angels promptly

At the setting sun;

I missed mine. How dreary marbles,

After playing crown!

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Hello.

Old Navy

Petite Medium T-Shirts

Purchased

January 23, 2015

Yes, America’s middle income earners require help with their attire’s engineering and durability and strength and ability and capacity to help out the wearer.

In other words: What are clothes?

Clothes merely are an aspect of material fabric sewn together to form a more qualified shape to sustain the human anatomy and its contours with anything the body might require as it’s factually proven the human body is malleable and gains anywhere between one and ten pounds per daily natural fluctuation. (Okay.)

To put it lightly: The human body isn’t a piece of plywood or a surface plane. No.

The human body is a complex network of self sustainability within its own ecosystem with a built-in thermostat and regulatory cooling and heating system throughout the body and nerve endings.

As fantastical and over the top beautiful as the human body is: What more is there to say? Nothing.

At this point we might as well pack it up and go home.

The human body is a work of art. Yes.

With kindness and respect I wish for private citizens and civilians to be properly clothed and sensibly well put together and calm and spirited and happy to be alive instead of contracting Ebola or malaria or the measles or HIV which then turns into factual AIDS.

Americans don’t have anything to be ashamed about when it comes to their income status. No. No shame whatsoever.

Impoverishment isn’t a crime.

Yes, donate one’s money so that others might also get to live.

We, the middle income earners have economically slaved for the past twelve (12) year’s war and unlike the suffering of a twelve year’s slave: we, too, sacrifice in this crumbling modern era of stopped trains, collapsed bridges and potholed highways.

Have the humans of Gods no mercy upon humanity?

(How melodramatic all of those words above sound when they are put together in one sentence?)

Seriously, let’s communicate about this and make it perfectly clear:

The point is this: Why aren’t clothes smarter than they were in 1066? (I got you there.)

We’ve many an injured and hurt people on the ground due to ill health or recuperating or recovering from seven (7) decades (seventy (70) years or more) without health care coverage in America.

Clothes.

T-shirts.

Politics.

Fair wages.

National health care law.

Fair policies.

Fair industry and natural environmental standards.

No war over oil or holy wars or misguided power.

What does any of it have to do with each other?

Of course, mostly everything.

Most everything’s connected in the same manner as the natural ecosystem of mushrooms connect under the surface of the Earth.

These vast universes sure are tremendous.

We must once again consider global space travel together as brothers and sisters not as patriotic islands of sand lost in time.

What does anything have to do with a t-shirt?

Everything.

***

When we paid a total of $35.00 (thirty-five dollars) for 4 (four) SKU# 8983640624004 Women’s Soft Vintage / Charcoal / Medium Petite t-shirts (tees) processed over the internet checkout line of “Old Navy’s” company website we contributed to a massive globally connected system of networks from Cambodia to Vietnam which is where both countries have sewn this very style and make of t-shirt I write about as of this very hour.

What am I talking about?

Specifically, I’m talking about purchasing objects which either fulfills our lives vs. fill up our lives.

As beautiful as these t-shirts are and they fit well enough they lack a human element.

The t-shirts lack the sewer’s forethought.

The t-shirts lack the sewer’s forethought about movement and reach and stretch, bend, pull, kneel over, and twist and play fetch and, and, and…

Whenever I so slightly lift my arms to reach for a bowl or cup from the cupboard then my bellybutton shows and am exposed.

Such a simple reason alone makes these t-shirts as good as garbage or as good as a donation drop off.

As an adult I refuse to bare my stomach like a little girl since I’m thirty-seven with more sexual appeal than I dare shake a stick at. (I like to maintain responsible adulthood standards since responsibility makes most everything ever so much more fun than when I was a kid and didn’t know what I was doing.)

These t-shirts literally require to be lengthened by three (3) inches all around in circumference.

Petite normally means: An adult woman 5’4” or shorter.

No joke: Recently within the past two (2) years I’ve gone from 5’ 1½” to 5’ 2¾” to January 2015, 5’ 3”.

Yes, most of my adult life I’ve stood quite tall and ready to have my height measured by nurses and most of my adult life I was 5’ 1½” until about September 2013 one nurse informed me I was 5’ 2 ¾” and as of January 2015’s recent latest medical checkup with my new doctor and his nurse, she measured me at 5’ 3”. (Okay.)

In two (2) years I’ve grown about 1.5 inches.

Incredible!

The entire point to clothes is for a wide range of body types to wear any given size within their size groupings such as small, medium, large and so on and so forth.

Any size must be sewn well enough to give a good shape to the human body yet enough room to breathe and comfortably move with the human body otherwise the clothes are stiff and restrictive when they don’t do what they’re supposed to do which is to graciously move with the body.

Simply because any small woman’s waist is petite it doesn’t mean her torso is short and she requires a t-shirt too short or nine (9) inches too long down to her mid thigh. No.

From the top of my shoulder exactly on the Old Navy’s shoulder seam to the bottom of the current t-shirt I wear (as of this moment) measures exactly twenty (20) inches (I measured five (5) times and received the same outcome each time) yet the t-shirt requires a total of 23 (twenty-three) inches in length for the purpose of reach and everyday movement.

The human body isn’t a cutout doll to play dress up. No.

Another exact three (3) inches must be added to the bottom length of these t-shirts for movement, freedom and humanity.

These t-shirts are already restrictive in movement at twenty (20) inches in length when it ought to be twenty-three (23) inches long in total length possibly twenty-four (24) inches yet I wouldn’t push it too far otherwise these cool t-shirts turn into pajama tops not to be allowed to ever see the light of day or public museums.

Personally, I like to read through customer commentary columns made over the Gap and Old Navy company websites since much of the remarks or statements are so right and on the mark with comments about the garments. (Thank you everybody. You inspire me to become a better consumer. Cheers!)

Now, if only a modern movement of consumers would inspire the Gap and Old Navy to invest in the environment with 100% organic cottons and 100% humane down goose feathers and more recyclables and less waste and reusable clothing well made and up to standard from reusable materials.

Peace.

Truly Yours;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000

Word Count: 1,460

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 5,622

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #355 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Day #107 without a cigarette: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Week #3 without stress: I love it.

*) Week #17 work on 298 cholesterol. I love vegan food.

*) Month #6 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty four and a half (24 ½”) inch high waist.

(Professional ballerinas tell me they have twenty seven and a half (27.5”) inch waists, August 2014. Wow.)

My exact “natural waist” two (2) inches above my belly button is twenty-seven (27”) inches and my exact “high waist” right under my ribcage four (4) inches above my belly button is twenty-four and a half (24 ½”) inches as of this morning without sucking-in anything. Thank you very much.

There’s exactly four (4) inches (correction, I measured) between my belly button and my high waist right under my ribcage.

No, I don’t tend to wear skintight clothes since skintight clothes restrict movement thus I wear a “Size Medium” to hide any type of belly fat no matter how small a bulge of fat might be.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

“What is bread for one is death for another.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Anachronism (something out of place by time)

The use of an electronic iron in a Colonial play would be an anachronism.

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“The Poems”

Compensation.

Page 2-4

For each ecstatic instant

We must an anguish pay

In keen and quivering ratio

To the ecstasy.

For each beloved hour

Sharp pittances of years,

Bitter contested farthings

And coffers heaped with tears.

[Four more stanzas.]

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Hello.

550 Target Lay Offs

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

When one gets sacked (“fired,” “laid off”) mostly what one can do is to go home and check the post mail and enter their humble abode and take off one’s shoes and check e-mail or online social media and pour a tall glass of wine and draw a bath then soak in it for one good hour without rigging a toaster into the tub.

After a soak and a good prune and one glass of wine later then step out of the tub and get comfortably dressed into pajamas or lounge attire and pour a second tall glass of wine and either weep or get real mad and punch a pillow or get angry and knit a sweater or talk to oneself or demand questions from the walls or turn on music and dance or curl up in the fetal position or watch a film or two or three or four or five or watch a full marathon of something you’ve been meaning to see for almost five years but still haven’t gotten around to that one television series your aunt really likes so much or smoke a cigar or go to bed and call it a night.

Suicide is a courageous thought yet not for the faint of heart.

Tomorrow: the sun will rise with you in mind.

Tomorrow’s a new beginning.

Tomorrow’s a new day.

A new dawn.

Whichever, whatever may occur: one thing’s for certain: Any lay off is difficult on people since humans are strong yet fragile yet ever so and constantly capable of adaption and development and ingenuity and evolutionary means as any surviving species does: dig in their heels and fight like hell to live.

Suicide isn’t any type of alternative when one’s been laid off since it’s not the end of the world. It’s not. You, too, shall endure as many before you have and will continue to do so for the sake of humanity, for the sake of our own salvation from environmental pollution or pollutants.

Generations of humans have survived with barely anything and went to thrive to build modern society and culture as we know it today.

***

Soon after receiving a pink slip then one has three days (at most four) to lounge around in their pajamas and feel sorry for themselves and after that well, back to the grind and off to look for work.

When one has children and suddenly one finds themselves laid off then “business as usual” since children take up as much energy as full time work does and the household must successfully continue to run, lunches made and little people washed and fed and clothed and, and, and.

As difficult as any lay off may be or is: such a hardship can establish tough and durable and strong change brought on by gusts of prevailing winds forcing one to change course and go deeper out to sea to keep any vessel’s hull from getting smashed by pounding waves.

To change course or direction means having a highly intelligent state of mind to persevere.

Sometimes, change only means change which equals sanity and relaxation in the ultimate end.

Sometimes, change is a much needed difference to establish a more desirable outcome like changing career paths or establishing an independent professional and ethical business or achieving the ultimate dream: to work from home: telecommunications.

Sometimes, change means an entirely new outlook on life which can transform the world and save future lives from pollution or overpopulation or possible starvation or dehydration or fracking or mining or oil pipe lines running though Moose Lake and Cromwell.

Sometimes, change’s been staring you right in the face waiting for you to make a move and step into the shoes you were meant to fill.

Sometimes, change is a pearl of wisdom.

Sometimes, change is a whisper of happiness.

Sometimes, change is to stop and pay more attention to one’s intuition.

Sometimes, change is the antidote to lifestyle poison.

Sometimes, change means self love.

Sometimes, change means personal goals to achieve.

Sometimes, change means maturity.

Sometimes, change means finding oneself.

Sometimes, change is frightening.

Sometimes, change is the unknown.

Sometimes, change is different.

Sometimes, change is uncomfortable.

Sometimes, change is good no matter how much we might hate it.

Sometimes, change can be fun.

We’ll be cheering for our private citizens and civilians.

Truly Yours;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000

Word Count: 1,000

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 4,162

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #354 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Day #106 without a cigarette: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Week #3 without stress: I love it.

*) Week #17 work on 298 cholesterol. I love vegan food.

*) Month #6 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty four and a half (24 ½”) inch high waist.

(Professional ballerinas tell me they have twenty seven and a half (27.5”) inch waists, August 2014. Wow.)

There’s exactly four (4) inches (correction, I measured) between my belly button and my high waist right under my ribcage.

No, I don’t tend to wear skintight clothes since skintight clothes restrict movement thus I wear a “Size Medium” to hide any type of belly fat no matter how small a bulge of fat might be.

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

“A cat and a rat will make peace over a carcass.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Latent (hidden, not visible, sleeping)

A boy may have latent abilities which must be aroused.

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“The Poems”

Escape.

Page 1-2

I never hear the word “escape”

Without a quicker blood,

A sudden expectation,

A flying attitude.

I never hear of prisons broad

By soldiers battered down,

But I tug childish at my bars, ---

Only to fail again!

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Hello.

A Tough Skin

Part II

What does a bikini have to do with having a tough hide?

A bikini isn’t for the faint of heart. No.

In order to comfortably wear a bikini one must be completely and utterly comfortable with and in their skin or natural bathing suit.

My new policy for the year 2015: Mature Adulthood 2015.

In my mature adulthood I’d like to work through my physical insecurities and break my fears about being publically judged as an Indigenous woman of color who isn’t picture perfect with large voluptuous breasts and small hips and small petite body.

Yes, I’m working with what the Gods gave me.

Yes, I’m fortunate enough to have been born petite (5’4” or shorter.) I can get away with wearing a combination of muscle and little bits of fat throughout my body quite beautifully while I’m dressed.

When I’m not dressed, well, the only thing which drives me to anger is the fact that gravity begins to take a toll and I feel like a clown without proper maintenance or great hardware like modern sports bras thus I equip myself for any modern lifestyle and neatly tuck everything in and keep it there unless my clothes malfunction which has happened before which it can and possibly will happen again then I want to disappear.

Oh, the human body.

How lovely and beautiful the human body is.

As most of you already know I’m one of the slowest runners in the world. I run at turtle pace. No exaggeration. I’ve proven to be able to run in the upwards of fifty (50) miles while training with a staff of tri-athletes (swim, bike, run) for three straight and continuous summers, one month each summer at a time.

In those days, I was seventeen (17,) eighteen (18,) and nineteen (19) years of age yet worked as a volunteer cook and trained with tri-athletes and B.W.C.A. canoe guides on their running expeditions for as long as I could keep up which wasn’t long yet I could run slowly and forever while the other runners in their early twenties didn’t seem able to do so.

Yes, I could run longer than the tri-athletes only slower yet I could cover further ground since my heart rate or heart beat were barely up to any type of physical cardio-pressure.

Yes, I think I was hardly pumping much of any oxygen through my veins and into my bloodstream not to upset the natural order or flow and rhythm of my already sluggish body which rarely ever wants to move if it doesn’t have to yet my body can and does move quickly only if necessary or if I get extremely cold then I hurry otherwise forget about it.

It must be in the Mayan genes or DNA or blood to run ever so slow yet for long lasting durations of time when it most matters like sending news from one region to another and lighting torches as warning signals as to what lay ahead and still yet to draw nearer with each passing hour.

The Incas were considered some of the best Ancient long-long distance runners through the Andes. Imagine those altitudes.

The more treacherous the terrain (natural wooded areas without human made trails) (which is all I really know for long stretches of training terrain in the boundary waters) then the easier the fifty mile long distance seemed.

The more treacherous the terrain then my brain believed the run was worth the sacrifice and the main things which kept me going were: A) mental imagery of food and chocolate B) The Ancient Incas: Since they did runs for hundreds of miles at a time each single individual then so could I since our Mayan Indigenous body types are closer to our Inca cousins than our Nordic cousins with their long limbs and gorgeous skinny little bean pole bodies. Beautiful.

No, I didn’t train for the swim since I don’t know how to swim to this day and must learn.

No, I didn’t train for the bike since I can barely balance on a bicycle and I’m quite shaky.

Yes, I did train for the fifty mile long runs.

For three straight summer I trained and watched the beautiful bodies of athletes who wore nothing but swimsuits and sports clothes thus I, too, became comfortable with wearing sports tights and fitted long sleeved breathable athletic shirts and to this day I wear long john bottoms and short sleeved t-shirts and sports bras on weekends while lounging around. If there were an emergency… (…knock on wood there wouldn’t be one…)

[Hypothetically, if we needed to flee our home in a moment’s notice then most likely I’d flee in long john bottoms and a sports bra and t-shirt and wool socks and winter boots and coats and scarves and hats and gloves and dog coats and booties and leash and harness: If we’d flee for our lives, we’d grab only what we needed to survive an hour outdoors in cold harsh winter conditions and our long john bottoms are it; thus I only wear long john bottoms while lounging around on the weekends or at night when the curtains are drawn shut; yet, if, I needed to: I’d wear long john bottoms outdoors in an emergency since long john bottoms are made to withstand negative thirty below zero (-30) in the frozen terrains of this northern tundra thus I have no fear or embarrassment about wearing long john bottoms out in public yet it must be an emergency otherwise I know where my dark denim indigo stiff skinny jeans are at all times in case we’ve got to go.]

We’re outward bound at heart.

Not once did I wear a swimsuit on our runs since the woods were covered in mosquitoes unless it was early morning runs ready to run by 5:00 A.M. with an entire group.

***

Since I haven’t had much experience with public bikini swimsuit displays the only aspect I question: is, if, I’m personally ready to wear a two-piece swimsuit for the very first time ever to a public political peaceful demonstration which I think takes place in the summer time in which mature adults wear only their underwear in protest against sexual violence and sexual assault and rape.

The last time I heard of this political peaceful demonstration was in the summer of 2009 and I haven’t heard anything since. I’ve yet to research what it is and where the peaceful demonstrations take place and such basic information.

Well, now I’ve been proven to be sane by six professional psychoanalysts as of December 2014 and over the past twenty some years:

Now, what will I do with all this newfound freedom to self expression and patriotism and peaceful positive problem solutions and resolutions and mature adulthood and forgiveness; No more insecurities and less anthropological curiosity and more safe natural private intellectual and scientific adventures.

Now I no longer want to be afraid of my conscious self body image and take a stand and make a statement for something valuable and worth my while as well as many other people’s time.

The entire venture of the political peaceful demonstration and peaceful rally is to open up the conscious mind and recognize the significance in which sexual violence or sexual assault or rape doesn’t have anything to do with clothes or what anyone wears before they get raped or sexually assaulted or sexually molested since such crime filled acts have everything to do with power and nothing to do with the color of our underwear. (Ouch!) (Okay.)

If the theory is correct:

If the theory stands right:

Then as a woman I’d be safer with my clothes off then on.

Although, I don’t get paid to dress half naked.

Still yet as any intelligent adult female private citizen taxpayer I pay my respects to society and cover up and decently dress for the sake of all children across the globe thus I do this on a daily basis since it’s my mature adult duty and responsibility to do so for the sake of others and myself.

All I know is my body and mind and heart call me to this peaceful demonstration to walk in solidarity with others in their underwear. My bikini.

This demonstration takes guts and spirit and pure courage to undertake to dispel all the other wrong misinformation we know about power and power struggles.

Yes, I can do this.

Yes, I can wear a bikini and tennis shoes and socks and peacefully demonstrate.

Now, I must look for a bikini which keeps everything tucked in.

What a hassle.

Peace.

Truly Yours;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000

Word Count: 1,713

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 3,162

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #353 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Day #105 without a cigarette: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Week #3 without stress: I love it.

*) Week #17 work on 298 cholesterol. I love vegan food.

*) Month #6 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty four and a half (24 ½”) inch high waist.

(Professional ballerinas tell me they have twenty seven and a half (27.5”) inch waists, August 2014. Wow.)

There’s exactly four (4) inches (correction, I measured) between my belly button and my high waist right under my ribcage.

No, I don’t tend to wear skintight clothes since skintight clothes restrict movement thus I wear a “Size Medium” to hide any type of belly fat no matter how small a bulge of fat might be.

Monday, February 9, 2015

“Entrances are wide, but exits are narrow.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Extemporary (not prepared, on spur of the moment)

An extemporary address was demanded from every member present.

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“The Poems”

The Poems.

Page 1

It’s all I have to bring to-day,

This, and my heart beside,

This, and my heart, and all the fields,

And all the meadows wide.

Be sure you count, should I forget, ---

Some one the sum could tell, ---

This, and my heart, and all the bees

Which in the clover dwell.

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Hello.

A Thick Skin

My hands now crack and bleed at the knuckles.

The tops of my hands have begun to visibly form raspberry-like patches of complete dry skin.

No, I neither have psoriases nor herpes on the tops of my hands. I have nasty dry skin from cold weather and dry atmosphere.

No matter how much lotion I apply to the tops of my hands or how often I place my hands inside Vaseline filled gloves I can’t seem to restore my skin back to health. This cold dry air leaves my skin semi crocodile style. Yikes. (A slight shiver ran down my spine.)

When one stops to consider what exactly the human species is then we must consider all of the above, the alternatives or none.

This thick hide is the story of those before us.

Almost nothing is ever or totally thrown out with the bath water.

Mostly everything’s recycled.

If not then a circle is a circle.

Quantum physics relies upon any method of orderly and organized sequential equations which logically will walk anyone through a series of outcomes or possibilities in which one may win or not win the lottery or life expectancy of any individual or individuals or any genetic weakness determined by quality of health and lifestyle and living environmental patterns or habits.

This pachyderm of an animal,

Yes, this tough skin of an animal.

Desires to write in rhyme and lyric only and simply to rest upon the heart of masculinity and linguistics combined to create beauty and intelligence.

Can anyone really comprehend the deep or shallow thought in the possibility humans are as tough skinned as alligators or crockadiles.

Yes, humans are mammals and warm blooded.

Yes, humans without weapons are as weak as the weakest link in the food chain. We’re baby chicks lost in the wood.

What makes humans ever so special with two legs and two arms one head and one heart? Nothing.

Nothing makes humans ever so special in the food chain since we’re one of the weakest links when it comes to natural order and selection.

Man and his stick.

Woman and her stick.

Humans defend children from children.

Humans defend children from adolescents.

Humans defend children from adults.

Humans defend children from toxic environments.

Humans attacked to self defend against saber tooth tigers.

Humans and their sticks survived and went on to thrive in the evolutionary timeline against all odds and other more tough skinned animals than humans.

How remarkable of humans to survive to live to thrive to utilize their brains.

Wow!

Humans’ only real skill in the art of survival is their brains otherwise, splat. Nothing. Dark. Complete dark. Inside the belly of the saber tooth tiger or whale or, or, or…

Humans may only survive and power forward with the brilliance and intelligence and peace of mind to be mindful and thoughtful about what happens locally and globally abroad to all types of working families dying for less than minimum wage and economic slavery.

Humans must refuse to purchase objects, merchandise, products made with the blood of other humans.

As disgusting as the thought might be: why don’t humans value all life especially dark skinned life?

Why doesn’t dark skin life matter in the modern world today?

Simple enough. The question’s not very difficult.

***

In conclusion:

My main point is this: I mustn’t be afraid although I must get mentally prepared to peacefully demonstrate and silently walk in my first political peaceful demonstration as a private citizen who hasn’t ever walked in a peaceful demonstration in my life ever before and in which adults wear only their underwear as a political protest against sexual violence and sexual assault and rape against all peoples of the Earth.

Finally, I’ve begun to wear boy shorts which fit to mid thigh as well as durably well built and well made sports bras around the house on weekends with the curtains drawn open since no one ought to be looking in. (Weekdays, I’m fully and properly dressed and ready for professional workdays ahead.)

For the first time in my life I’ve given myself the liberty to get comfortable with the idea to go in a full bikini in public.

For sure I’ve made up my mind I don’t desire to publically wear my underwear thus I’ve settled for a bikini even though I don’t have a bikini body in the least.

Mainly I’d like to be comfortable enough to wear a bikini for this highly awesome political cause and peaceful demonstration even though I don’t consider myself a political activist in the least bit. (How cool.)

Although, the more I think about it, then again, I think most likely I’d show up and peacefully demonstrate yet fully clothed although that would defeat the purpose of the political rally in the first place.

Yes, yes, I think I can do it.

Yes, I think I can get over my insecurity to wear a two piece bikini out in public while peacefully demonstrating for a worthy cause.

Personally, I don’t care if anyone thinks I’ve got a penis between my legs because I don’t. I’ve got a flower. Yes, sometimes, I can and will and do dress like a tomboy. Yes, I like rugged ultra feminine clothes.

Forget about the penis. It’s just that I’m insecure to show my little bit of stomach fat in front of the world. I’ve kept it hidden for almost two decades and now I really want to get up the courage to walk in this political peaceful demonstration and I really want to go in my bikini to show solidarity yet and again, maybe not. I can’t make up my mind what to do.

Yes, I was born a female human of our species.

No, I wasn’t born with a penis.

Yes, I have a full and complete vagina.

Yes, my breasts are voluptuous and real.

No, I haven’t had my face cut open for a facial lift.

Yes, I have chin fat. Oh, well. Working on it.

No, I’m not a hermaphrodite.

Yes, I clip my fingernails because I work on a keyboard or keypad all day long.

No, I don’t allow for objects to be placed up my rectum.

No, I don’t place any objects up Eric’s rectum.

Yep, pretty square and fair.

Nope, not boring at all.

Yes, this is hopefully my first and only marriage.

Yes, this is Eric’s second marriage.

Yes, we’re happily married even though sometimes we fight like cats and dogs and I ask for a divorce every time we explode into another outraged heated argument on both of our parts about some toxic people in our lives or how we spend our vacation time and leave barely anytime to ourselves.

Yes, we’ve begun to create healthy steady change in our lives. I started a swear jar. A dollar per swearword. Swear words get expensive after a little while then we’ll donate the money for St. Paul children’s coats.

We keep a chicken bank and at most we get about $75.00 in change and then we empty her out. We donate to any food bank.

We’re doing our part in the world.

Small and large contributions are made every single day to this local place they call Twin Cities / Minneapolis / St. Paul.

P.S. Why is Mr. Kayne West ever so rude a man?

Truly Yours;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000

Word Count: 1,449

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 1,449

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #352 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Day #104 without a cigarette: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Week #3 without stress: I love it.

*) Week #17 work on 298 cholesterol. I love vegan food.

*) Month #6 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty four and a half (24 1/2”) inch waist.

(Professional ballerinas tell me they have twenty seven and a half (27.5”) inch waists, August 2014. Wow.)

There’s exactly four (4) inches (correction, I measured) between my belly button and my high waist right under my ribcage.

No, I don’t tend to wear skintight clothes since skintight clothes restrict movement thus I wear a “Size Medium” to hide any type of belly fat no matter how small a bulge of fat might be.

Friday, February 6, 2015

“If things are not as you like, like them as they are.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Infer (lead to believe, derive conclusion by reasoning)

From your conversation I infer that you play basketball and golf.

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“Here is a lesson in creative writing”

Chapter 3

Page 23-24

Here is a lesson in creative writing.

First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you’ve been to college.

And I realize some of you may be having trouble deciding whether I am kidding or not. So from now on I will tell you when I’m kidding.

For instance, join the National Guard or the Marines and teach democracy. I’m kidding.

We are about to be attacked by Al Qaeda. Wave flags if you have them. That always seems to scare them away. I’m kidding.

If you want to really hurt your parents, and you don’t have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.

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Hello.

My Favorite Article Of Clothing

Is Now A Benetton Shirt

Spring 2015

Collection

The second to the last time I bought United Colors of Benetton was in the fall 2001 and as of recently January 26, 2015.

Aside from the fact which we’ll return $295.00 dollars minus $15.00 for shipping of one package and minus $22.00 for shipping of a second returned package, the tally will leave us with approximately $260.00 or so; Aside from that, I fell “head over heels in love” with “Size Medium” “3NJ8E1627 BEN (Preview 1S FF Smart) MP.01 01244 6 S 15 P.6541.0/ 110 00 100 M” black shirt.

The t-shirt on the front and blouse concept on the back with see-thru petite chiffon pleats on the back is butter on my skin.

As difficult as it was to fight the temptation to keep some cute fashion garbage like the belts made in China and pants I’ll send them back because my one-and-only consolation price is this shirt which tenderly and ever so carefully loves the company of humanity and has the presence of mind to smile at anyone whose humanity is still capable to recognize humanistic tendencies.

Thank goodness for this beautiful and amazing and incredible soft t-shirt / blouse.

The shirt is light and fluttery without being vulgar yet (she) feels like literal butter on the shoulders and back and sides and all over while the texture falls and drapes in all the right places and compliments any figure or body type.

This shirt is pure wearable art and kind and a true friend.

The see-thru chiffon material on the back ever so tenderly touches me in the same kind manner and fashion in which my Grandmother used to whenever she drew my attention towards her.

My Grandmother would barely yet tenderly rest her fingertips on either of my shoulders or shoulder blades to call me away from letter writing and into lunch after her lady’s game of golf at the country club when she’d return to make simple and easy summer lunches.

We’d sit together on her small back patio porch and feast on humble crackers and assortments of cheese and fruits like blackberries and New England apples or green melon or grapefruit and either freshly caught cod or sword fish (which for fifteen years we’ve boycotted sword fish since the species threatens to go extinct from time to time.)

Early on in our relationship my Grandmother stopped calling me into lunch ever since she discovered I got lost in letter writing and private journal writing for hours thus she began a system in which she’d ever so quietly came near to me and ever so tenderly she barely touched me and without a word she’d give me a signal to put down my pen and start thinking about washing up and going into lunch.

Oh, I don’t know what to say; except I haven’t felt my Grandmother’s touch in about six years ever since she passed away and of all of the things in the world it seems as though her touch is the only thing I seem to be missing in these cold winter days when I’m reminded of her touch as quite uniquely and tender as this shirt seems to touch me in all of the right places like an Italian Grandmother would also touch their grandchildren as though nothing else mattered except the touch of love.

What I would give to have an hour more in the company of my Grandmother when she and I, together, sat and ate lunch alone while everybody else was off running errands or doing other things like tourist sightseeing or seafood lunch out-and-about in the surrounding seaport New England towns which aren’t very far away from each other since the major New England colonies were quite small when the settlers first came here.

No, I don’t ever miss my emotionally abusive / dry drunk or literal DUI alcoholic publically intoxicated vomiting blue blood East Coast family who is now estranged from me ever since August 2010 when my Grandfather passed away and I became uninvited to my own Grandfather’s funeral unless I spoke to my bi-polar abusive adopted mother.

(Who gets uninvited to their Grandparents funeral? Do you know how déclassé that is? Quite.)

Yes, I refused to attend my Grandfather’s funeral especially with ultimatums involved. I wasn’t going to allow to be further used as an emotional punching bag ever since the patriarch died and no one can take his place of power no matter who they might think they are especially anyone who married into the family.

The dead don’t care if one attends their funerals only the living care what happens to the dead and their stolen money while the dead laugh at us while the living clutch like vultures at stolen trust funds.

No, I’m not estranged from my family since I was the one who chose the separation and a much needed break from abusive power struggles and pure and simple cruelty only dry drunks and alcoholics can muster up.

(If one knows what I’m talking about then one understands how difficult it is to live in the clutches of dry-drunks or wet alcoholics even though they’re delusional to think it’s fun to pick up after their vomit or unpaid bar tabs or rent.)

The one who chooses the breakup or separation is the one with all of the social power to stay away from abusive perpetrators.

If one doesn’t desire to be social or to be seen by any other social certain social party (individual or group) then one has all of the power to hold or not to hold any type of dysfunctional relationship to the other.

No, I don’t miss anyone, however.

Yes, I do miss my Grandmother and Boston and that’s it.

Oh, I miss fresh lobster and sea food.

Yes, I’m always homesick for Cambridge.

***

Anyway, mostly United Colors of Benetton’s cute garbage came to our home and we’re returning about $300.00 of it.

The saving grace for United Colors of Benetton is that they packaged up and mailed their Grandmothers’ tender touch in the form of a great shirt.

No, the shirt is anything but matronly. The shirt is pure heavenly fit to the touch. The shirt is butter. Thank you. The shirt is pure raw sophisticated sex with intelligent smarts.

Now I, too, have fallen in love with the Italians’ Benetton all over again even though I’m furious as hell Benetton no longer makes or produces or manufactures their own luxury goods or items in Italy in exchange for an economic slavery workforce and cheap labor.

What Benetton seems to have forgotten is its humble roots and start when the one sister hand knitted their sweaters and her brothers sold them by bicycle during the 1960’s.

What Benetton seems to have forgotten with their Chinese and Bangladeshi manufactured garbage is the power of love and timeless clothes which do have the power to make or break the human condition and at times the human will or human spirit.

What Benetton seems to have forgotten is their quality connection to the rest of the world.

What Benetton seems to have forgotten is their Grandmothers.

What Benetton seems to have forgotten is their Italian heritage for manufactured goods and luxury items seen like no other throughout the world since generations of working Italian Grandmothers and women and men took great pride in their leather goods and knitted fine wares.

What Benetton seems to have forgotten is the principle of all things good and fine and luxurious because such words are closely linked to what it means to be Italiano.

Italian quality isn’t measured by other nations’ ineffectual and inadequate textile industries when so many of Italy’s and China’s countrymen live-to-starve by needle and thread.

What Benetton seems to have forgotten is a long term vision.

What Benetton seems to have forgotten is the deep hunger and starvation of their countrymen’s yearning for work and decent pay and wages to raise their families on some form of strong Italian qualifier which guarantees future success and fair wages.

What Benetton seems to have forgotten is customers like us who painstakingly must pry themselves away from their favorite labels and boycott for the safety and benefit of everyone involved even though in the end we’re deprived of potentially beautiful luxury items.

What Benetton seems to have forgotten is themselves.

Oh, how I’ll miss Benetton’s touch ever so much as I do my Grandmother’s.

It’ll be a long and sad decade without Benetton products.

Benetton, I promise you; I’ll be back.

Truly Yours;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,435

Word Count: 1,573

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 5,138

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #349 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Day #101 without a cigarette: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Week #2 without stress: I love it.

*) Week #16 work on 298 cholesterol. I love vegan food.

*) Month #6 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty four (24”) inch waist.

(Professional ballerinas tell me they have twenty seven and a half (27.5”) inch waists, August 2014. Wow.)

My exact “natural waist” two (2) inches above my belly button is twenty-seven (27”) inches and my exact “high waist” right under my ribcage four (4) inches above my belly button is twenty-four (24”) inches as of this morning without sucking-in anything. Thank you very much.

There’s exactly four (4) inches (correction, I measured) between my belly button and my high waist right under my ribcage.

No, I don’t tend to wear skintight clothes since skintight clothes restrict movement thus I wear a “Size Medium” to hide any type of belly fat no matter how small a bulge of fat might be.

Thursday, February 5, 2015

“A little coin in a large jar makes a great noise.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Filament (a slender threadlike object)

The filament in electric light bulbs has undergone many changes.

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“Do you know what a humanist is?”

Chapter 8

Page 89-93

And the most I can give you to cling to is a poor thing, actually. Not much better than nothing, and maybe it’s a little worse than nothing. It is the idea of a truly modern hero. It is the bare bones of the life of Ignaz Semmelweis, my hero.

Ignaz Semmelweis was born in Budapest in 1818. His life overlapped with that of my grandfather and with that of your grandfathers, and it may seem a long time ago, but actually he lived only yesterday.

He became an obstetrician, which should make him modern hero enough. He devoted his life to the health of babies and mothers. We could use more heroes like that. There’s damn little caring for mothers, babies, old people, or anybody physically or economically weak these days as we become ever more industrialized and militarized with the guessers in charge.

I have said to you how new all this information is. It is so new that the idea that many diseases are caused by germs is only about 140 years old. The house I own in Sagaponack, Long Island, is nearly twice that old. I don’t know how they lived long enough to finish it. I mean, the germ theory is really recent. When my father was a little boy, Louis Pasteur was still alive and still plenty controversial. There were still plenty of high-powered guessers who were furious at people who would listen to him instead of to them.

Yes, and Ignaz Semmelweis also believed that germs could cause diseases. He was horrified when he went to work for a maternity hospital in Vienna, Austria, to find out that one mother in ten was dying of childbed fever.

These were poor people --- rich people still had their babies at home. Semmelweis observed hospital routines, and began to suspect that doctors were bringing the infection to the patients. He noticed that the doctors often went directly from dissecting corpses in the morgue to examining mothers in the maternity ward. He suggested as an experiment that the doctors wash their hands before touching the mothers.

What could be more insulting? How dare he make such a suggestion to his social superiors? He was a nobody, he realized. He was from out of town, with no friends and protectors among the Austrian nobility. But all that dying went on and on, and Semmelweis, having far less sense about how to get along with others in this world than you and I would have, kept on asking his colleagues to wash their hands.

They at last agreed to do this in a spirit of lampoonery, of satire, of scorn. How they must have lathered and lathered and scrubbed and scrubbed and cleaned under their fingernails.

The dying stopped --- imagine that! The dying stopped. He saved all those lives.

Subsequently, it might be said that he has saved millions of lives --- including, quite possibly, yours and mine. What thanks did Semmelweis get from the leaders in his profession in Viennese society, guessers all? He was forced out of the hospital and out of Austria itself, whose people he had served so well. He finished his career in a provincial hospital in Hungary. There he gave up on humanity --- which is us, and our informationage knowledge --- and on himself.

One day, in the dissecting room, he took the blade of a scalpel with which he had been cutting a corpse, and he stuck it on purpose into the palm of his hand. He died, as he knew he would, of blood poisoning soon afterward.

The guessers had had all the power. They had won again. Germs indeed. The guessers revealed something else about themselves, too, which we should duly note today. They aren’t really interested in saving lives. What matters to them is being listened to --- as, however ignorantly, their guessing goes on and on and on. If there’s anything they hate, it’s a wise human.

So be one anyway. Save lives and your lives, too. Be honorable.

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Hello.

No Blog.

Rest Day.

Truly Yours;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal journals

Word Count: 104

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 3,565

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #348 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Day #100 without a cigarette: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Week #2 without stress: I love it.

*) Week #16 work on 298 cholesterol. I love vegan food.

*) Month #6 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty four (24”) inch waist.

(Professional ballerinas tell me they have twenty seven and a half (27.5”) inch waists, August 2014. Wow.)

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

“The same sun bleaches linen and blackens gypsies.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Alimentary (pertaining to nutrition)

The alimentary canal carries the food through the body.

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“Do you know what a humanist is?”

Chapter 8

Page 86-89

In case you haven’t noticed, as the result of a shamelessly rigged election in Florida, in which thousands of African Americans were arbitrarily disenfranchised, we now present ourselves to the rest of the world as proud, grinning, jut-jawed, pitiless war-lovers with appallingly powerful weaponry --- who stand unopposed.

In case you haven’t noticed, we are now as feared and hated all over the world as the Nazis once were.

And with good reason.

In case you haven’t noticed, our unelected leaders have dehumanized millions and millions of human beings simply because of their religion and race. We wound ‘em and kill ‘em and torture ‘em and imprison ‘em all we want.

Piece of cake.

In case you haven’t noticed, we also dehumanized our own soldiers, not because of their religion or race, but because of their low social class.

Send ‘em anywhere. Make ‘em do anything.

Piece of cake.

The O’Reilly Factor.

So I am a man without a country, except for the librarians and a Chicago paper called In These Times.

Before we attached Iraq, the majestic New York Times guaranteed that there were weapons of mass destruction there.

Albert Einstein and Mark Twain gave up on the human race at the end of their lives, even though Twain hadn’t even seen the First World War. War is now a form of TV entertainment, and what made the First World War so particularly entertaining were two American inventions, barbed wire and the machine gun.

Shrapnel was invented by an Englishman of the same name. Don’t you wish you could have something named after you?

Like my distinct better Einstein and Twain, I now give up on people, too. I am a veteran of the Second World War and I have to say this is not the first time I have surrendered to a pitiless war machine.

My last words? “Life is no way to treat an animal, not even a mouse.”

Napalm came from Harvard. Veritas!

Our president is a Christian? So was Adolf Hitler.

What can be said to our young people, now that psychopathic personalities, which is to say persons without consciences, without senses of pity or shame, have taken all the money in the treasuries of our government and corporations, and made it all their own?

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Hello.

United Colors of Benetton

Shipment

January 2015

Nightmare

United Colors of Benetton

Ten Year Boycott

(2015-2025)

The last time I bought Benetton was in the year 2001.

Yesterday, one shipment of United Colors of Benetton clothes arrived for approximately $205.00 via UPS.

Today, another second shipment of United Colors of Benetton clothes arrived for approximately $305.00 via UPS, however.

We refused to accept our second package for $305.00 since there was an additional hidden fee and cost of an extra $45.00 charge added to our total sum beyond what was already agreed upon and paid thru the specific online checkout payment system on United Colors of Benetton’s company website.

The point: we paid what was agreed upon at the time of purchase.

There’s still another shipment for $154.00 which as of this mid afternoon we’re still waiting for a third e-mail shipment confirmation from United Colors of Benetton.

Today, when Benetton goods arrived there was this added hidden cost of $45.00 above-and-beyond what was already agreed upon and purchased during online checkout.

Personally, I find all of this incredibly fucking annoying since we don’t have much time to ‘dick around’ with the postal mail or packages or additional hidden postal fees and charges or hidden costs unbeknownst to us.

Out of cheer stubbornness we refused to pay any further additional or hidden costs since we’re neither suckers and, too, modern to deal with old world business bullshit like checks.

One main aspect: Mostly I can’t stand shopping from substandard foreign companies since most foreign apparel companies can’t and / or don’t seem to guarantee consistently well made goods with their supposed luxury lines and manufactured Chinese or some Bangladeshi made ocean garbage and waste.

One of the main reasons why we refuse to further pay anymore for hidden postage costs from United Colors of Benetton or UPS is simply because mostly middle income earning American families don’t have $45.00 to ‘throw around’ when $45.00 goes towards feeding American children and adults and household pets as well as putting any type of acceptable roof over hardworking American families who almost always have nothing to show for in this economy of wild-wild west Wall Street reckless cowboys with broken off penises without congressional regulations or policies set in place not to gouge the average American hardworking class citizens and civilians and their families and children.

If any foreign package were to arrive at most Americans’ front step and there were additional hidden postal fees or costs of $45.00 then mostly it can be guaranteed most Americans would send back their packages to the company since Americans hate nothing like oversights or corrupt or improper business dealings when it comes to our hard earned money we don’t tend to easily part ways with our money simply because some foreign asshole wants Americans to take it up the ass for them. No.

Americans are still hard assed. We refuse to take it up the ass simply because our corporations do. Thank you very much.

Business oversights like hidden additional international postage fees drives Americans disgustingly wild with hatred at dumb companies as well as hateful at the waste of time on any company’s part when time and money are ever so valuable and in demand as important reusable or recycled or refurbished resources.

***

As of today: Wednesday, February 4, 2015 at 4:10 P.M. I begin a one decade long (ten years) boycott of anything United Colors of Benetton poorly made or manufactured goods or items readymade for Italian garbage consumption along the shores of the Mediterranean Ocean.

United Colors of Benetton really ought to bring their manufacturing back home to Italy when quality was guaranteed.

My personal boycott will be over on February 4, 2025.

When I opened up yesterday’s package I almost lost my breath and lunch and snack.

The 2013-2014 Benetton line of clothes are chintzy and poorly and cheaply and crappy and wrongly made.

For example: yesterday, I tried on a “Size Small” cashmere blend sweater (108KD4103 BEN MP.01 00667 4 F 14 2.4353.1/ 157 00 508 S) made with Italian yarn (yep, it is Italian yarn) and the fit was almost perfect everywhere except for the right hand side rotator cuff sleeve was constructed or sewn for “Size Extra Small” while the left hand side rotator cuff sleeve was made “Size Small” and fit beautifully except for the pinch on the right hand side rotator cuff which spit and laughed in my face and said, “What a waste of your time this is.” (Yeah, don’t we know it.)

Absolutely no where on the Benetton inner clothing tags did I find out exactly where anything Benetton was made therefore there’s absolutely no one or anything to hold accountable or responsible for their crappy and shitty sewing job of the clothing label “United Colors of Benetton.”

“United Colors of Benetton” has regressed and ever so embarrassed about the fact their clothes have now become as disgusting as most other modern clothes are made in foreign countries which can’t or doesn’t possibly seem to know the face of love thus the manufactory owners’ lack of compassion for life translates into hatred of anything manufacturers touch or produce since it seems as though the seamstresses and their families’ starvation is written all over the clothes.

Workers starve thus the craftsmanship in the clothes do, too.

(Yuck. Please, take your sweaty greasy smelly little fingers off of our consumer clothes and products and merchandise. Step back and don’t touch any fabric or material especially if one doesn’t know how to sew well at all.)

If one doesn’t know what an inch measurement is then really do step back because in America we still know the difference between an inch or two or three inches for that matter.

Americans aren’t as stupid as we look.

Americans know how to measure which the Chinese and other foreign manufacturing companies and countries have proven not to have basic mathematical aptitude or skill for anything mass consumer. (Worthless.)

Clothing apparel is serious business.

If one doesn’t know how to make or produce or sew clothes well then get the fuck out of the way or the mass consumers will bankrupt irresponsible companies which seem to get fat off the hog yet aren’t responsible or accountable for a single stitch of clothes wrongly made while overseas struggling families still starve while they work in sweatshops without bathroom breaks or healthcare or childcare or benefits or workers rights or minimum wage.

(Nothing matters except for what’s right.)

The starvation of an entire workforce is wrong.

According to the label-less Benetton clothes they’re made absolutely “nowhere” therefore the clothes are nothing.

If one doesn’t know where they come from then one doesn’t know where they’re going.

The Benetton clothes don’t have any seal or stamp of approval.

The Benetton clothes don’t have anything or anyone willing to speak on their behalf thus Benetton’s 2014 clothing does get lost in a shuffle of multitudes.

The Benetton clothes are simply ‘homeless’ and in need of a country and much love and tender care.

The ugliest and most unflattering clothes arrived at our doorstep and instead of returning them I want to set fire to them so no other human should ever have to live through the humiliation of purchasing such overpriced Mediterranean Italian garbage made someplace.

Yes, I’m being quite civil.

Yes, I’m being truthful otherwise there’s no point in us going on with any of this. Hardly anyone’s ever going to tell anybody else the truth so I’ll write this truth in ink for the entire world to read.

One of the ankle long skirts (3GD1P0068 BEN MP.01 01465 6 F 14 A.7036.0/ 100 99 901 M) I purchased was made with an atrocious elastic waistband with sweat-pant material under tulle. I almost lost it when I saw myself in the mirror in one of the most belly fattening skirts ever made from five dollar sweat-pant material. I wasn’t sure if the skirt was made for the gym or for a funeral.

The one pair of pant (4IT0553H4 BEN (28 FF Smart) MP.01 02275 6 F 14 2.6351.0/ 110 00 901 44) I tried on were wrongly sewn around the mid drift and frontal pubic area region.

In 2001, at the time, I wore an Italian size 46 (US 10) around my lower waistline or belly button.

Ever since I lost three inches around my mid drift (February 2014-February 2015) I went and ordered size 44 pant (US 8) yet the pants which came were more like a size 42 in some places and 40 in others like the upper thigh and groin region. (What a disaster.)

The pants seemed to be sewn by a mathematical nincompoop who couldn’t or didn’t know what a one inch measurement is much less understands the contour lines of the human anatomy especially the anatomy of a woman.

United Colors of Benetton Garbage:

Belt: (6HEEDB011 BEN MP. 02 00066 6 F 14 A.1545.0/ 110 00U U.S.A. 700 M)

Bracelet: (2484814A_MGIFT1973_004 BRACCIALE 2 4UW)

Hat: (6HKYD4156 BEN MP.02 00653 6 F 14 A.8101.0/ 110 00 93R L)

Hat: (6GOED418T BEN MP.02 026606 6 F 14 A.9168.0/ 100 00 700 L)

The elastic band around the beautiful hats is painful even though I ordered “Size Large.”

***

What the hell is wrong with the fashion industry of today?

Why are clothes made wrongly and cheaply and chintzy and ugly? (Why are the Chinese bad about contour lines and fabrics?)

Why do clothes look ever so awesome and cool over online photographs except when they arrive at our home the material is poor quality and cheap and chintzy and ugly?

What is it about business owners and designers and manufacturers who hate their consumers more than God itself?

What is it about business owners and their lack of accountability or ethical and moral practices?

When did fashion get lazy (mentally ill) about manufacturing and producing excellent wearable goods next to one’s skin?

When did fashion become a slave to its own irresponsibility?

When did fashion decide to slum it?

When did fashion decide terribly sewn clothes were chic?

When did fashion decide garbage was fashionable?

When did fashion become so ugly?

When did fashion stop caring about quality?

When did it become fashionable to produce garbage?

MADE IN THE U.S.A.

Please.

Only in America were we ever guaranteed quality.

Personally, I urge all Americans to purchase “Made In The U.S.A.” only labels until either the Chinese learn to sew or until the half starved tiny framed Bangladeshi learn about sole proprietorship.

Boycott garbage made overseas.

Let’s bring back our manufacturing reliable and well made merchandise home since no one else around the globe can or does or is capable to compete with the Americans when it comes to producing and manufacturing guaranteed goods and products well made to last at least one decade otherwise it’s considered more wasteful garbage for our valleys and mountains and oceans and deserts.

When did international business allow for garbage to become ever so profitable?

When did literal garbage represent luxury lines?

Gross.

‘Ya’ll make me’ want to get sick on your foreign shoes.

Oh, wait: the rest of the world’s still too impoverished to own shoes. (Point well made.)

P.S. Ever since ten minutes ago when I took out the Benetton clothes to study the tags closer I can’t stop itching. Why it is anything foreign made comes covered in one inch thick Chinese or Bangladeshi ‘fairy’ dust?

No, I don’t have scabies.

Yes, I’m covered in foreign dust.

Now I must bathe.

Truly Yours;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000

Word Count: 2,020

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 3,461

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #347 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Day #99 without a cigarette: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Week #2 without stress: I love it.

*) Week #16 work on 298 cholesterol. I love vegan food.

*) Month #6 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty four (24”) inch waist.

(Professional ballerinas tell me they have twenty seven and a half (27.5”) inch waists, August 2014. Wow.)

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

“The cheapest man can be very generous---with the money of others.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Morass (bog, swampy, place, marsh)

That section of the country is a complete morass.

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“I turned eighty-two on November 11”

Chapter 7

Page 66-69

No matter how corrupt, greedy, and heartless our government, our corporations, our media, and our religious and charitable institutions may become, the music will still be wonderful.

If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:

THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED

FOR EXISTENCE OF GOD

WAS MUSIC

Now, during our catastrophically idiotic war in Vietnam, the music kept getting better and better and better. We lost that war, by the way. Order couldn’t be restored in Indochina until the people kicked us out.

That war only made billionaires out of millionaires. Today’s war is making trillionaires out of billionaires. Now I call that progress.

And how come the people in countries we invade can’t fight like ladies and gentlemen, in uniform and with tanks and helicopter gunships?

Back to music. It makes practically everybody fonder of life than he or she would be without it. Even military bands, although I am a pacifist, always cheer me up. And I really like Strauss and Mozart and all that, but the priceless gift that African Americans gave the whole world when they were still in slavery was a gift so great that it is now almost the only reason many foreigners still like us at least a little bit. That specific remedy for the worldwide epidemic of depression is a gift called the blues. All pop music today---jazz, swing, be-pop, Elvis Presley, the Beatles, the Stones, rock-and-roll, hip hop, and so on and on --- is derived from the blues.

A gift to the world? One of the best rhythm-and-blues combos I ever heard was three guys and a girl from Finland playing in a club Krakow, Poland.

The wonderful writer Albert Murray, who is a jazz historian and a friend of mine among other things, told me that during the era of slavery in this country --- an atrocity from which we can never fully recover --- the suicide rate per capita among slave owners was much higher than the suicide rate among slaves.

Murray says he thinks this was because slaves had a way of dealing with depression, which their white owners did not: They could shoo away Old Man Suicide by playing and singing the Blues. He says something else which also sounds right to me. He says the blues can’t drive depression clear out of a house, but can drive it into the corners of any room where it’s being played. So please remember that.

Foreigners love us for our jazz. And they don’t hate us for our purported liberty and justice for all. They hate us now for our arrogance.

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Hello.

No blog.

Relaxation Day.

Truly Yours;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000

Word Count: 109

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 1,418

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #346 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Day #98 without a cigarette: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Week #2 without stress: I love it.

*) Week #16 work on 298 cholesterol. I love vegan food.

*) Month #6 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty four (24”) inch waist.

(Professional ballerinas tell me they have twenty seven and a half (27.5”) inch waists, August 2014. Wow.)

Monday, February 2nd, 2015

“If you can’t afford the expensive, be grateful for the cheap.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Extirpated (plucked up by the roots; eradicated; exterminated)

After World War II a serious attempt was made to extirpate the Nazi ideology in Germany.

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“I turned eighty-two on November 11”

Chapter 7

Page 71-72

Many years ago I was so innocent I still considered it possible that we could become the humane and reasonable America so many members of my generation used to dream of. We dreamed of such an America during the Great Depression, when there were no jobs. And then we fought and often died for that dream during the Second World War, when there was no peace.

But I know now that there is not a chance in hell of America becoming humane and reasonable. Because power corrupts us, and absolute power corrupts us absolutely. Human beings are chimpanzees who get crazy drunk on power. By saying that our leaders are power-drunk chimpanzees, am I in danger of wrecking the morale of our soldiers fighting and dying in the Middle East? Their morale, like so many lifeless bodies, is already shot to pieces. They are being treated, as I never was, like toys a rich kid got for Christmas.

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Hello.

Loving Fathers

Responsible Men

Contributing Domestic Partners

Community Leaders

Vs.

NFL

Rapists,

Domestic Violence Abusers

& Child Abuse

Millionaires and Billionaires

There’s much to be said for Loving Fathers, who, take their Role Model-ship Responsibilities seriously without ever taking themselves, too, seriously as Contributing Domestic Partners and Community Leaders.

There’s nothing like Loving Fathers concerned with the overall and entire psychological and mental and physical and emotional and spiritual wellbeing of their offspring and descendents.

There’s nothing like Loving Fathers, who, research the psychology of the visual imagery and know content is king.

There’s nothing like smart men and Loving Fathers, who, know everything we experience through the visual imagery affects (influence) us and stays with us as stored-up memory in our cells for all of eternity for as long as we can decode DNA strands like complex yet beautiful mysterious puzzle pieces which complete an entire picture.

There’s nothing like Loving Fathers, who understand the grotesque and derogatory and overt sexual perverted signals all, too, common in mass media and television content.

There’s nothing like Loving Fathers, who, are smart and read up on age appropriate rated programming for their offspring.

There’s nothing like Loving Fathers, who warn their offspring to listen to others yet make their own decisions.

There’s nothing like Loving Fathers, who teach their offspring to be smart about people and how to respectfully relate and interact with all sorts of people.

There’s nothing like Loving Fathers, who tell their offspring truths there’re to be known such as most human children lie every ten minutes and human adults tend to lie every twenty minutes and hardly anyone is ever going to tell others what they did or are going through especially through troubling times or hardship and people don’t always know what’s going on with others especially their best friends or those closest to them and, and, and…

There’s nothing like Loving Fathers, who do at least 50% of the cooking in any household especially since the research shows fathers who cook raise female offspring who become more confident and career successful than those fathers who hardly ever cook or don’t cook at all for their families.

There’s nothing like Loving Fathers, who teach their children not to assume anything since mostly people hold such vastly different perspectives and accounts of what each perceives to be true or real or not actual.

There’s nothing like Loving Fathers, who teach their children to sit down and read for one straight hour a day.

There’s nothing like Loving Fathers, who care and nurture and watch out for the psychological development of their offspring.

There’s nothing like Loving Fathers, who intelligently explain how especially everything we see directly influences us and we must always take a step back and decipher for ourselves what is and what isn’t based upon reason and logic.

There’s nothing like Loving Fathers, who teach their offspring about the sexism and dehumanization and modern sexual and economic enslavement of women and children and men as well as the corporate economic slavery of women who make less than their male counterparts still today while the offspring of Loving Fathers refuse to allow for their offspring to get infatuated with / and / or delusional or obsessive about the dehumanization of humans especially women when mostly life is real suffering for modern women since women are still the “niggers” of modern sub cultures.

***

There isn’t much to be said for NFL football players, who get away with any type of rape or sexual assault or domestic violence abuse or child abuse (of any type.)

There isn’t much to be said for NFL football players, who punch women in the face and lie about what took place.

There isn’t much to be said for NFL football players, who switch their children until either the children bleed or until children show traumatic signs of abuse.

There isn’t much to be said for NFL football players, who don’t mind when money bends ethical humanitarian rules and laws for another dollar made.

There isn’t much to be said for NFL football players, who work under leaderless bricks.

There isn’t much to be said for NFL football players, who drag fiancés out of elevators by their arms and limbs and hair while she’s knocked out cold.

There isn’t much to be said for NFL football players, who are spoilt male adult children and believe other humans are there for their taking or for their amusement to be used or kicked or punched or collapse a lung or break teeth or bones or internally do damage to organs or other men or women or children.

There isn’t much to be said about NFL violent football players which ought to be completely removed from their contracts and let go the moment NFL players so much as physically injure or harm or damage or rape or abuse another human being on purpose or other persons on and “off the field” since violence is considered brain damage mental illness and lunacy.

To condone or create or reinforce or support or ‘look the other way’ when it comes to physical violence or assault is to partake and to be an accomplice in any violent crime as a third or fourth party thus NFL football players ought to be fired or “let go” immediately since no other profession will allow for an employer to beat unconscious women or children. (Yuck. My stomach turned.)

It’s a modern faux pa to turn or be or become physically violent against another human (animals also) since violence is a lesser form of human intelligence or smarts.

Random acts of violence indicate mental illness unless it’s self defense.

Now, screaming or swearing or verbally warning others off is a bit different since sound doesn’t lay a single hand or finger on another human or physically knocks women or children or men unconscious (unless we’re talking about Ancient Maya sound waves conducting movement like electricity sparks light.)

2014 was a year filled with televised mass media NFL domestic violence abuse and child abuse yet more Americans tuned in to watch and support football television ratings than ever before especially this past weekend’s NFL Super Bowl 2015.

It isn’t surprising why Americans seem ever so crabby or bitter with themselves since they continue to make the wrong ethical choices and decisions for themselves and others.

What is it about sub cultures of mentally ill Americans and their socially acceptable illegally violent athletes?

What is it about Americans wanting to disappear from modern history like the Romans did?

Where are the Romans now?

Buried and dead.

What keeps Americans from doing the right thing?

What makes Americans hateful?

Why do Americans hate women and children so much?

Why are Americans such haters?

Why aren’t there more freethinkers as our Ancestors?

Why are Americans ever so easily corruptible when corporations steal right from under their nose?

Why are Americans ever so apathetic about humanitarian justice for all?

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Thanks to all those intelligent and smart people who boycotted this year’s Super Bowl 2015.

Please, remember to allow for 14 days to pass on your DVR Recorders whenever boycotting any broadcasted programming thus they won’t get the ratings. Thanks.

Truly Yours;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000

Word Count: 1,309

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 1,309

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #345 without sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Day #97 without a cigarette: It’s alright. I like it.

*) Week #2 without stress: I love it.

*) Week #16 work on 298 cholesterol. I love vegan food.

*) Month #6 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty four (24”) inch waist.

(Professional ballerinas tell me they have twenty seven and a half (27.5”) inch waists, August 2014. Wow.)

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