Thursday, April 28, 2016
In a lush executive suite in Arlington VA
"So, Dick, you are telling me the sabotage plan for the election is almost complete?"
"That is right, Sir. We sent our best people to populate both sides."
"This...Hilary...I know her husband served us well, but frankly I have never had much luck with women in power."
"Don't worry, Mr. Beezelbub, she'll make my record look statesman-like before we are done."
"I hope so.You were so bad, you gave Devil's Quill a good reputation."
"I'll take that as a compliment, Sir."
"Now, the others. It looks like the old Jew's run out of gas."
"Yeah, but he did make for a good distraction with all the old Marx stuff."
"Now, on the other side, it looks like you have two of our best cancelling each other out. Why was that?"
"Smoke and mirrors, Sir. The whole scheme is based on the flock being divided into multiple camps. It was part of the contract with Maker. They don't like solidarity. They consider it to be a threat."
"Ah...I understand. But I don't like my name being taken in vain just as much as Maker doesn't. Cruz is me in the flesh?"
"Marketing, Sir. The flock requires higher and higher levels of hyperbole to get the same effect."
"Well, I'll give you good marks for confusion, Dick. You are one of the best at the trick game."
"Thank you, Sir."
Monday, April 18, 2016
For extra money, my wife does product demonstrations on the side. You’ve seen these (mostly older) women behind their collapsible stands handing out tiny portions of products hoping to entice into their spider web so you will buy. Once in a while, a product is either so good or so bad they stick in the mind long after the event is over.
This past weekend was one of those events. It involved this nutrition bar:
It is another entry in the gold mine that is the nutritional bar segment. Soy and gluten free, it has no grain binders at all. Just the above listed ingredients, plus flavorings. Good if you have gluten issues. Bad if you have nut issues. It comes in three flavors: Blueberry, Chocolate Sea Salt and Coconut Chocolate.
It is the last flavor that is memorable in its own way, or the lack of flavor thereof. Mind you, the other two flavors are quite good. In fact, I just finished one the above Blueberry ones as a snack. But when I ate the Coconut bar last night, one of my older fillings ended up as collateral damage. The texture of the bar was close to dense rubber. When I went to bite down, a piece nut jammed into the edge of the tooth. It felt like the dentist was drilling without Novocaine. But with a little ice, I was able to rest comfortably.
It is available online and at Publix stores across the south.
Topic: I agree with Tyler, this has Dave Coon written all over it. (It sounds like he needs some positive thoughts)
Pic: Dahlia Ramone
Pic guesses: Gold Mine (In Blog), Wall Street (either version). National Treasure, McKenna’s Gold, Brewster’s Millions, How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying, The Producers, Greed, Midas Touch, Goldfinger, Goldmember.
Friday, April 15, 2016
He had begun to snore as his hand slipped off the mouse and against his drink. Whiskey and water soaked his lap. Snapping awake, he reached for a towel and managed to dry off to where it didn’t look like he had wet his pants. How long he had been out? Long enough said the black screen in front of him.
Tapping the key, the lighthouse came back into view. It was the best image from his last. The structure rose up behind the haunted driftwood forest, daring all those near to explore. And such adventures it held. The picture also showed how perilously close to the water to structure was. Someone said it may be a little as ten years before nature claimed it. He wanted to go back there before it washed into the sea.
To go back with her.
A frizzy haired apple, she was the first girl that had ever paid attention to him. And for that, he was forever grateful. She had taught him beauty was internal.
Even the first encounter was unusual. Passed out and dressed in a sweatshirt and panties after a short, furious drinking session, she caught his eye. The smell of stale alcohol and vomit didn’t put him off. Another guy was bugging her to get up, using a small silver bell that was on the coffee table. She weakly tried slapping at it, turning her face toward the back of the couch. Then he pulled on the hem of the shirt, revealing the pale legs. It really wasn’t funny to him or the others in the room.
With a hand on the fellow’s shoulder, he told him to act his age and gave him a drink. With a grumble, he finally gave up his bothering. Sitting at a table a few beers later, a pair of chubby arms snaked around his waist, followed by a soft kiss his neck. Reflexively, his arms followed the lead as they were introduced. The girl became more animated as the night wore on. They found common interests and appreciation of good manners.
Still tipsy as the entered the bedroom, she only wanted to talk. He respected the request. Talk morphed into kissing and dancing, but not loving and the sun rose on them as they waltzed. To him, she resembled a painting, still half-dressed in the growing light. With a final kiss, she ushered him out of the room and he went home.
A few months later he came to the beach town and ran into her waiting for a table at a restaurant. The hair was a limp mass in the humidity, but it framed the pale face better. A printed scoop necked t-shirt showed the little bit of cleavage. With a happy squeal, she hugged him. It turned out she was alone for the evening and he joined her for dinner. It was as if she had never left. As the conversation went from fish surveys, to the Fibonacci mean and finally to “Waiting for Godot”, they shared bites of each others’ meals. No one else around mattered. He was where he needed to be.
They left arm in arm. Picking a bougainvillea from a bush along the street, he placed it her hair. The sun had begun to set. Looking up, the lighthouse beckoned them at the far end of the harbor. They arrived to find it closed. A shake found the door unlocked. With naughty and knowing looks, they went in. The 122 steps to the top went by in flash. Panting, they reached the balcony door and she pulled him through.
The iron landing was the platform to watch the passing boats. The fading sunlight reflected in their eyes as they leaned in on each other. A dolphin broke the surface behind a trawler about fifty yards out, looking for a free meal. In the shadows of the fading light, the whole scene became an aphrodisiac. Soft lips hid a tongue tasting of chocolate silk pie and Chardonnay. Cloth ebbed with the tide. Their pale bodies shone against the black paint. It didn’t matter if anyone watched. The public declaration of love was their raison d’être. The homely are as sexy as everyone else and we refuse to hide.
It was long past dark before they were spent. As before, she gave a small kiss before she sent him away. Again, a promise was made to meet, but it never was to be.
So much time had passed since then. He had married and divorced. She had not ever had a significant relationship, as far as he knew. And here he was, thirty five years later wondering whether she was well.
Pouring more whiskey in the glass, he typed her name in the box. There were no close matches. Switching over to images, he saw one or two that looked close. But when he clicked through, they turned out false. It wasn’t surprising. Even back then, she didn’t like photographs. Adding the city where he knew she lived last, helped. The address and phone number came up. He reached for the phone…and stopped.
Maybe it was better to let the dead rest.
Pic Guesses: Frozen, Ice Station Zero, Grizzly Man, Call of the Wild, Coca Cola Commercial, The Embrace.
Wednesday, April 13, 2016
For unseen gains
From unseen bosses
Living in gated houses
In gated communities
Driving our little tanks
Filled with precious cargo
Seeking protection from
In our own prison
Where we are guard
Tuesday, April 5, 2016
There she is
New wine in small porcelain skin
Singing joy to the Lord on a porch swing
Voice having no key
Melody having no rhythm
Daring to be honest
Fearing no labor
Little brother begins to dance
Walking backward toward the door
In a flash
Mom reaches out
To hug them one more time.
Topic-Colleen Keller Breuning
Pic Guesses-The Birds, On Golden Pond, Wisdom, Electric Koolaid Acid Test, Horton Hears a Who, I Heard and Owl Call My Name, Horned Owl, Guardians. The Hills Have Eyes