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Conscious Streaming [socs]

Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Co-ed is a term you don’t hear very often these days. It always seemed insulting to me, a code to treat someone dismissively. Why not call college females “students” same as we do males? Nope, it was part of our constant obsession with labels. We still have that compulsion. Different ones now, but even so, we can’t quit consigning people to boxes. Not all are bad, of course, but I prefer mine to be filled with cookies not people. Should there be a comma after cookies? I generally err on the side of fewer is better so as not to drive my readers into a punctuation coma. But if you’re a comma cop, I can concur with the concept of including one there. Whew! I could have used a second cup of coffee today, though that’s a moot point now since this will post tomorrow while I’m cocooned in my cozy bed. Hopefully my lovely readers across the pond and on the East Coast will have checked in before I see it again. Note that I generally don’t comma off starter adverbs either unless I want the reader to take a dramatic pause. It may not seem as though there’s a method to my cornucopia of madness, but I assure you nothing is coincidental.

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PFF11: Parenting

Time

Welcome to my Friday Flashback! This post originally appeared here on August 15, 2012, seven years and one day ago. I suggest clicking through to read the fun comments.

Mommies v Daddies

Now I understand why guys appear “born” knowing about cars.

You know how when mommies go out for a walk with their kids (boys or girls) they point out various things?

“Look, there’s a pretty flower!”

“There’s a kitty!”

“See the bakery? Let’s get a cookie!”

That’s not what daddies do. I went to dinner in Long Beach last night and had to park several blocks from the restaurant. As I was walking, a daddy was behind me with his little boy. This is how the daddy’s conversation went:

“There’s a BMW.”

“That’s an Audi.”

“This is a Lexus.”

And there you have it.

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Song Lyric Sunday ~ Celeb

Song Lyric Sunday

This week Jim asks us to post a song that includes a famous person. There are loads to choose from, but I have to go with the goofy “I’m Henry the VIII, I Am” song I taught my kids when they were little. My youngest got brownie points from her teacher when she was the only fifth grader who knew it. Makes a mommy proud!

This song is actually very old, written in 1910 by Fred Murray and J.P. Weston. But I’m using a vid from the more current cover by Herman’s Hermits in 1965.

I’m Henry the 8th I am,
Henry the 8th I am, I am,
I got married to the widow next door,
She’s been married 7 times before,
And every one was a Henry (Henry),
She wouldn’t have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam)
I’m her 8th old man I Henry,
Henry the 8th I am

Second verse, same as the first!
[…]

https://youtu.be/4cly_2pGTNw

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PFF10: Rhode Island

Time

Welcome to my Friday Flashback! This post originally appeared here on August 8, 2012, 7 years and 1 day ago. In case you don’t click through to the source comments, the professor/poet’s name was Laurence Lieberman. I got a lot of kickass support for my post then ~ yay writing peeps! 💖

Rhode Island

When I was 18 and just starting college in Illinois, I took a poetry class from a famous poet. I don’t recall his name just now, but he was impressive. For some reason that I didn’t really understand (and still don’t), poetry unlike other writing is supposed to be “real” — you’re not supposed to write about things that you haven’t experienced. At least that was the unspoken assumption then. But I hadn’t experienced anything.

A few months in we were to write about a place yada yada. Nothing inspired my creativity, so I decided to write about a fictional beach in Rhode Island. I had returned there, expecting something, but ended up feeling nothing, etc. People loved it, the professor thought it was good, too. Then another student pointed out there was a small flaw: I had screwed up the color of the water. She had actually been to Rhode Island beaches. Oh. At that point I said I had made it all up.

The students were shocked, and then applauded. The professor congratulated me and gave me an A. I don’t think it was an A-worthy poem. He just liked that I had the balls to fictionalize poetry, though I didn’t really think this was such a BFD.

Now that I’m back to writing “real fiction” as opposed to erotica (for the time being), I sometimes think to incorporate a few of my real experiences, in a highly disguised and fictionalized way, natch. But that writing turns out to be some of my worst almost without fail. When I make shit up out of whole cloth, it’s generally much better, especially if I know absolutely nothing of what I’m talking about.

And now there’s Google to look things up like the color of the ocean off Rhode Island to get the nitpickers off my back. 

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AZQCueU2 ~ Society

Yay, a new game from the Blokey Guy!

The theme is Society and Rory quoted from someone whose last name begins with A.

“Unlike a drop of water which loses its identity when it joins the ocean, man does not lose his being in the society in which he lives. Man’s life is independent. He is born not for the development of the society alone, but for the development of his self too.” ~ Bhimrao Ramji Ambedkar

Now I will quote from someone whose last name begins with B.

“The paradox of education is precisely this – that as one begins to become conscious one begins to examine the society in which he is being educated.” ~ James Baldwin

I now pass the baton to Angie of King Ben’s Grandma. Please continue the game with a quote on Society from someone whose last name begins with C, and follow the linking rules on Rory’s post too.

Thanks! 😀

We Don’t Want Him

Nicholas Sparks is trending because he refused to accept an LGBTQ 🏳️‍🌈 club in the Christian school he founded and there’s some ongoing litigation yada. Apparently part of the case has been settled, and he has the legal right to be intolerant, so that’s cool. I more or less support keeping it legal for private clubs to arbitrarily let in and keep out whom they please, as opposed to landlords, employers, public schools, etc. (Whether they should get tax breaks is a different issue.)

Just because something is legal however doesn’t make it good or right. It’s also legal to cheat on your wife. But that’s not what I came here to discuss today. If you don’t already know, Nicholas Sparks is a writer, a hugely bestselling writer. His books have been made into movies. You’ve surely heard of The Notebook? Well, there you go.

In the frenzy to bash Sparks, people have been conflating his books with romance novels and dumping on the whole genre. Now, I don’t mind bashing Sparks ~ I made a yucky 🤮 face on Twitter myself. I can’t stand his sterile prose ~ and that was before I knew he was super religious. Now my review of Safe Haven from 2013 makes a lot more sense.

But let’s be clear: Nicholas Sparks is not a romance novelist. He says himself he isn’t one, and he is correct. He writes general fiction (“love stories”) with romantic elements. It’s an important distinction, peeps! To be a romance novel, a story must have a Happily Ever After ending. If you want to bash the genre, go ahead. If you want to rag on Sparks, for his politics or his writing or both, have at it.

But please don’t lump Nicholas Sparks in with romance novelists. Cuz that just pisses me right off. 😡💥🔥 He’s not welcome in our club. On the whole, you will find the protags in romance novels to be a tolerant lot, or they become tolerant as the story progresses.

I note that in The Daily Beast article I linked in my first sentence, Sparks bags on the whole romance novel genre because he’s a stupid ass who has read none of the books he’s criticizing. Romance novels are not about “the taming of a man” ~ if anything, they err on the side of misogyny, even though they are written largely by women and mostly from the POVs of the female protagonists. What they are, are fantasies of what it would be like if an alpha hero fell in love with you and wanted you more than anything on this earth, and indeed would do anything on this earth to make you his own. And he succeeds. That is what romance novels are and why those of us who love them, love them. ❤️❤️❤️

Sparks can stick with his yawningly vanilla pudding Ken-doll heroes because there is obviously a market for bland safe smooth love too.

^^^ The sexual excitement level in a Sparks’ novel goes from zero to pudding.

Siberia High School


My best high school fren.

Stole these Q’s from Fandango, who says he found them at Barbara’s.

1. Did you know your current significant other?

No. I met him in December 2011 at the Orange County Animal Shelter.

2. Make and year of car?

Whatever would start at 40 below zero.

3. What kind of job?

Babysitting, then K-Mart cashier.

4. Where did you live?

Siberia aka suburban Illinois.

5. Were you popular?

Everyone was jealous of my awesomeness and avoided me.

6. Were you in choir?

As if.

7. Ever get suspended from school?

No.

8. If you could, would you go back?

🤮

9. Still talk to the person that you went to prom with?

Prom, lol.

10. Did you skip school?

Of course.

11. Go to all the football games?

😂😂😂

12. Favorite subject?

Math.

13. Do you still have your yearbooks?

Nope.

14. Did you follow the career path you planned?

Didn’t plan, which was a mistake.

15. Did you have a class ring?

God no.

16. Still close with your best friend?

Actually we recently emailed.

17. Who was your favorite teacher?

All the weird math dudes. And I liked Mr. Foreman, the creative writing teacher too.

18. What was your style?

Jeans and ten million sweaters.

19. Favorite shoes?

Boots obviously.

21. Favorite music?

Top 40.

22. High school hair?

Long & boring, same as now.

23. What kind of cologne/perfume?

Don’t remember.

24. How old when graduated?

18.

25. Did you play a sport?

One guess.

Measles, Science, Faith, Etc.

I want to mention measles for a minute because it’s important. If you’re a kooky anti-vaxer, I suggest you skip this post. I won’t be hosting any anti-vax comments here ~ they will hit the trashcan without response. Thanks for understanding. 🙂

In 1989, I was attending college at Cal State Northridge when there was a measles outbreak. I was a commuter student and didn’t socialize much, but even so I called my regular doctor and asked him if I should worry about it. Nah, he said, you had your vaccine as a kid.

I did have all my vaccines in the 1960s, but nevertheless I got a light case of the measles as an adult in 1989. If I hadn’t had my vaccination as a child, I might have gotten really sick as an adult. Children can also suffer terrible complications from the virus.

One of my cousins died of “whooping cough” (pertussis) in the 1930s… and just recently a child died of it here in Orange County. How any parent could decide to skip giving a healthy baby this vaccine boggles my mind. Imagine listening to your baby cough to death.

I realize it is a special weekend coming up for people of two major faiths and I respect that. I believe in nomming up delicious coconut macaroons as well as Cadbury eggs. But even more… I believe in science.

You can call that faith if you wish.

Song Lyric Sunday: School

Out of Jim’s prompts for this week, I choose school. One of my favorite songs from Steely Dan is “My Old School,” which is what I’m sharing today. It was written by Donald Fagen and Walter Becker in 1973 for the album Countdown to Ecstasy. The lyrics are about a drug bust at Bard College (“Annandale”) and reference the local prosecutor at the time, Daddy Gee ~ better known as G. Gordon Liddy. (Wikipedia)

I remember the thirty-five sweet goodbyes
When you put me on the Wolverine up to Annandale
It was still September
When your daddy was quite surprised
To find you with the working girls in the county jail
I was smoking with the boys upstairs when I
Heard about the whole affair, I said oh no
William and Mary won’t do

Well, I did not think the girl
Could be so cruel
And I’m never going back
To my old school

Oleanders growing outside her door
Soon they’re gonna be in bloom up in Annandale
I can’t stand her
Doing what she did before
Living like a gypsy queen in a fairy tale
Well, I hear the whistle but I can’t go, I’m gonna
Take her down to Mexico, she said oh no
Guadalajara won’t do

Well, I did not think the girl
Could be so cruel
And I’m never going back
To my old school

California tumbles into the sea
That’ll be the day I go back to Annandale
Tried to warn you
About Chino and Daddy Gee
But I can’t seem to get to you through the U.S. Mail
Well I hear the whistle but I can’t go, I’m gonna
Take her down to Mexico, she said oh no
Guadalajara won’t do

Well, I did not think the girl
Could be so cruel
And I’m never going back
To my old school

One-Liner Wednesday [rants in my pants]

I’m disgusted by the news from yesterday. And this time it doesn’t have anything to do with our horrible POTUS or one of his sycophants. I’m talking about the college admission scandal. Sure, people will roll their eyes and say it’s nothing new that the uber wealthy will pave the way for their children (we all try to help our children the best we can), but to me there’s a big diff in alumni daddy making a donation so his not so bright son can get a spot with less than stellar creds and these desperate celebs paying criminals to cheat for them. Paying a shill to take their kid’s SAT, or a proctor to change the answers, bribing a coach to say their kid is on a team when she’s not, sending in photoshopped fake pics of their kid playing a sport, on and on.

But to me the most awful thing is that these spoiled brat celeb kids don’t even give a crap about the value of these prestigious schools. They aren’t there to get a degree in order to make connections and start a career. Nope. Not at all. They already have connections and careers, thanks to their parents and their good looks. They have contracts as models and influencers. All they need the college for is to be able to add it as a hashtag.

It’s utterly nauseating. I hope the colleges throw every celeb kid out and give those spots to people who actually want to be there and have legit credentials.

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One-Liner Wednesday