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Coat Of Many Colors

Posted in Library of Congress, Music, Religion by chamblee54 on August 23, 2014








This feature was originally posted in 2012. At the time where Mr. Romney was taken seriously. Out of kindness to the readers, that part has been left out today. The pictures, from The Library of Congress, are a year older. Dolly Parton is a year younger.

When PG saw this, he thought about the song, “Coat of many colors”. The b side was by Porter Wagoner, “Coat of many sequins”. COMC is about a woman who is too poor to buy her little girl a coat at the store, so she makes a quilt. The other kids make fun of her, but little Dolly knows that the coat is really made of love. Mitt Romney never had a coat of many colors.
The song talks about a story in the Bible. PG had heard about the story, but didn’t remember the details. He must have been daydreaming in Sunday School when that story was taught. With the help of google, Genesis 37 appears, as if by magic. Pass the popcorn.

2 These are the generations of Jacob. Joseph, being seventeen years old, was feeding the flock with his brethren; and the lad was with the sons of Bilhah, and with the sons of Zilpah, his father’s wives: and Joseph brought unto his father their evil report.
3 Now Israel loved Joseph more than all his children, because he was the son of his old age: and he made him a coat of many colours.
4 And when his brethren saw that their father loved him more than all his brethren, they hated him, and could not speak peaceably unto him.

Ok, hold on for a minute. Israel had at least two wives. The Biblical definition of marriage must be between a man and two women.
The story gets a bit weird here. Joseph has this dream, where he becomes the boss hog brother. The other brothers decide something needs to be done, that Joseph needs to die. Reuben tries to help Joseph, and has a plan to save him. Joseph is stripped of the coat of many colors, and placed in a pit, with no water. Before Reuben can sneak Joseph out of the pit, a camel caravan comes by. Twenty pieces of silver change hands, and Joseph is sold into slavery. The brothers decide to pull a cover up, and make it look like Joseph was dead. Reuben made another sandwich.

31 And they took Joseph’s coat, and killed a kid of the goats, and dipped the coat in the blood;
32 And they sent the coat of many colours, and they brought it to their father; and said, This have we found: know now whether it be thy son’s coat or no.
33 And he knew it, and said, It is my son’s coat; an evil beast hath devoured him; Joseph is without doubt rent in pieces.
34 And Jacob rent his clothes, and put sackcloth upon his loins, and mourned for his son many days.
35 And all his sons and all his daughters rose up to comfort him; but he refused to be comforted; and he said, For I will go down into the grave unto my son mourning. Thus his father wept for him.







Richards

Posted in Georgia History, GSU photo archive, Music by chamblee54 on August 22, 2014

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A comment at a recent post mentioned “Jenning’s Rose Room, a classic poor white juke and dance hall … where Trader Joes now sits.” PG had been in that building when it was called Richards. Pictures are from ” The Special Collections and Archives,Georgia State University Library”.

There is no telling what the original use of the building at 931 Monroe Drive was. It was across the street from Grady Stadium, and adjacent to Piedmont Park. The railroad tracks that became the beltline ran behind it. The parking lot was primitive, with a marquee sign built at some point. (PG drove by that sign several nights and saw that Lynyrd Skynyrd was playing.)

There was another nightclub building on the hill behind JRR. One night, PG went to see a jazz band there, accompanied by someone who lived in a nearby house. After seeing the band, PG was led to a horse stable behind the bar. The horses were not well maintained … you could see the ribs sticking out. There is a story of a goat getting loose from the stable, and being chased out of the jazz bar during happy hour.

Jennings Rose Room was before PG’s time. There is a story that some men had lunch there, and made a bet. The idea was to hit a golf ball from the JRR parking lot, and putt it into a hole at Piedmont Park. A biscuit was used as a tee. The first shot went across the street, onto the field at the stadium. Eventually, the ball was hit across Tenth Street, onto a green, and into the cup.

At some point, Jennings Rose Room closed. A gay club called Chuck’s Rathskeller was opened in that location. A rock and roll club or two did business there. Then Richards opened.

The first time PG was in the house was after a Johnny Winter concert at the Fox. There were rumors of visiting musicians dropping by Richards to play after their shows. Mr. Winter was only onstage for a couple of minutes after PG got there.

The most memorable trip to Richards was during the summer of 1973. The headliner was Rory Gallagher, who was ok but not spectacular. The opening act was Sopwith Camel, one of the forgotten bands of the seventies. They performed a novelty hit, “Hello Hello”. Someone in the audience liked it, and paid them to do it again. The band wound up doing “Hello Hello” five times, and said that was the most money they made in a long time.

Average White Band was making the rounds that fall, and had a show at Richards. A lot of the audience was black, and they hit the dance floor in unison when “Pick up the Pieces” was played. Fellow Scotsman Alex Harvey was in town, and joined AWB to sing “I heard it through the grapevine”.

Muddy Waters played at Richards one night. The band did most of the playing, with Mr. Waters tossing in a few licks on bottleneck guitar. He might have sang a couple of times.

About this time, Iggy Pop played a few shows at Richards. One night, someone snuck up on him, and gave him a hug. It was Elton John, wearing a gorilla suit.

PG saw three more shows (that he can remember) at Richards. Richie Havens was worth the two dollar admission. Soft Machine played in the winter of 1974. Larry Coryell played a show that summer, with the Mike Greene Band opening. PG got to talk to Mike Greene that night. The National Association of Recording Arts and Sciences (who do the Grammy Awards) had a President named C. Michael Greene at one time. PG thinks this is the person he talked to that night.

Two friends of PG went, as their first date, to see Spirit at Richards. They were married a few years later. Towards the end of 1974, Richards was running out of steam. They advertised a New Years Eve show starring B.B. King, and sold high priced tickets. When the crowd showed up for the show, they found the doors locked. Richards had closed.

The next tenant for 931 Monroe Drive was going to be Cabaret After Dark, a gay club. There was a fire the night before the grand opening. The building was never used again. Eventually, a shopping center was built on the site.
UPDATE: Here is an article, from the Great Speckled Bird, about Richards. This is a repost.

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Wild Tales: A Rock & Roll Life

Posted in Book Reports, GSU photo archive, History, Music by chamblee54 on August 21, 2014

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The recent book by Graham Nash, Wild Tales: A Rock & Roll Life, begins in the same place as “Songs for Beginners.” England is at war, and the luftwaffe is visiting Manchester regularly. Young mothers go to a safe place in North England to have their babies. One turned out different.

The Nash family lived in what was called a “council home.” In America, it would be called a project. Things did not get better when father went to prison. Years later, when Graham came home for a visit, he saw his mother making out with another man.

Now, in stories like this, it is music that saves the young man. He meets Allan Clarke in school, and the two sing well together. Various singing groups follow, more musicians are recruited, and they name a band after Buddy Holly.

Mr. Nash spoke an event to promote this book. At seventy two, he has a full head of snow white hair. Many of the stories in the book were told here, some with details added. One of these tales is the time the Everly Brothers came to Manchester. Graham and Allan were determined to meet their heroes, and hung out on the steps of a hotel until late at night. Finally, the Everly Brothers arrived. They spent a half hour talking to the star struck young men. This story is on Page 43.

So the Hollies make it big, and go to America. Graham Nash meets Mama Cass, who introduces him to David Crosby and Steohen Stills. Somehow, he meets Joni Mitchell. Graham makes beautiful music with all three, not always playing the same instrument. Joni is well known for her open tuning.

Grahams mind is expanding, with a little help from his friends. The decision to leave the Hollies is made. Atlantic records trades Richie Furay to Epic records for Graham Nash. A music publishing contract is torn up. Don’t try this at home.

One day, Joni and Graham go into a thrift store. Joni buys a vase. They go home. Graham says “I’ll light the fire, while you put the flowers in the vase that you bought today.”

Crosby Stills & Nash become superstars. Neil Young, bless his heart, joins the band. They go to Woodstock, and get scared shitless. Joni Mitchell stays in New York City, because her manager does not want her to miss the Dick Cavett Show on Monday. (Listen to Grace at 10:05) Joni writes a song about the event she missed.

Time marches on. The various relationships, both musical and romantic, come and go. A man makes a bet with Graham that he cannot write a song in a half hour. The result is “Just a song before I go.”

No story involving David Crosby is complete without a drug lecture. One story was so explosive, the legal department called Graham before the book was published, just to confirm the story. It is on page 263. David sold his Mercedes for crack. The man who bought it od’d. David broke into his house, stole the bill of sale and car keys, took the car, and sold it again.

Somehow, David Crosby is still alive today. So is Graham Nash, Stephen Stills, Neil Young, and Joni Mitchell. This might be surprising to some. Even if Graham were to fall over dead today, he leaves a fine body of work behind him. This book is just another part. Pictures today are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”. .

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Bulwer-Lytton 2014 Part Four

Posted in Book Reports, History, Library of Congress, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on August 20, 2014

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This is the fourth, and final, report on the 2014 Bulwer-Lytton fiction writing contest, at least for 2014. Parts one, two, and three were previously published. Pictures are from The Library of Congress.

Dr. Fulton Crisp DMD, stoic superintendent of the prestigious Northwoods Dental College, entered the symposium for new students, took the dais amid the clamor of the first day of classes, produced a #6 dental pick from a pocket, held it aloft for all to see and spoke the immortal words, “May I have your attention please, this is not a drill, repeat this is not a drill.” — Jim Biggie, Melrose MA

As Farmer Brown’s train pulled out of the station at 10:00am traveling east at 50 mph, he had no idea that at that very same moment Farmer Green was 100 miles away on a west-bound train heading straight for him at 60mph and that because of a tragic track-switching mistake he was going to die in a fiery head-on train crash at exactly … uhm … well … err … sometime later that day.
Shanon Conner, San Angelo TX

This is a tale of love, pain, loss, and redemption – and of a baboon, Amelia.
Talha bin Hamid, Karachi, Pakistan

There it stood regally atop the marble counter, the clear, sensuously curvaceous container, with its golden cargo, crowned with a spherical stopper, with its tapered base in intimate contact with the neck of the vessel, a vitreous phallus waiting to deprive the oleaginous content of its extra-virginity.
Anthony Newman, Collinsville CT

Long, sleek legs protruded from her tantalizingly round abdomen; thick, bristly hairs clung to his skin, communicating “I need you” in her innocent, nymphean way; wide, multifaceted eyes stared lustrously into him – yes, the little maggot he’d taken in but weeks before had blossomed into a voluptuous young housefly, and he feared he could no longer resist her beauty.
Zachary Bezemek, West Bloomfield MI

Perhaps it was the unnatural angle of her neck that bothered Clint, or perhaps it was the fact that she was beautiful – far too beautiful to be having a body bag zipped up over her, but he knew one thing for certain: the untouched chocolate mud cake on the counter was looking more appetizing by the minute. — Dave Roberts, Oatley, NSW, Australia

Fearing his subordinates were after his job, and having denied their requests for promotions, Edgar Bergen felt the first pangs of job insecurity upon discovering Charlie McCarthy and Mortimer Snerd poring intently over dog-eared and well-worn copies of Ventriloquism for Dummies.
John Tracy, Shoreline WA

The full moon over distant hill bathed the lovers in joyful radiance, glowworms merrily winked and glimmered, swamp gas emanated an ethereal shimmer, and fireflies twinkled, flickered and fluttered – pinging their pinprick flashes like optical exclamation points, the whole light show engendering a veritable cornucopian cacophony of Kinkadesque scintillation. — Kenneth Leake, Fairbanks AK

The cheesemonger’s wares reminded me of the days of my feckless youth – the soft white clouds of paneer encapsulated my leisurely summer in Gujarat, the block of sweet, caramel-brown Brunost made my autumn sojourn in Oslo float to mind, and the pungent scent of Stilton, its yellowish-white wedges embellished with veins of blue-green mould, brought back memories of discovering the Staffordshire Strangler’s first five corpses. — Vina Prasad, Singapore

It was cool but muggy – I was schvitzing like a mohel at his first bris – and one thing was for certain: that Rosetta Stone course in Yiddish was worth the gelt. — Kelben Graf, Milwaukie OR

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For The Sponsor

Posted in Music, Politics, Race, The Internet, yeah write by chamblee54 on August 19, 2014

What Denomination Are You?

Posted in GSU photo archive, Religion, The Internet by chamblee54 on August 19, 2014

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The fbf put up a link to an internet quiz, What Christian Denomination Should You Actually Be a Part Of? As the reader(s) of this blog might discern, PG is an acknowledged non christian. His favorite denomination is the twenty. They are easier to spend than fifties and hundreds.

The first question is “What is the source of your beliefs?” The choices include scripture, uncertainty, conscience, and people who talk about scripture. This question presupposes the omnipotence of the belief paradigm. In other words, not everyone feels that what you believe is a big deal.

PG has three “fundamental” beliefs regarding xtianity. G-d does not write books. Jesus has nothing to do with life after death. It is none of your business. Are these concepts an allergic reaction to years of christian noise, both joyful and joyless? Is it a weary soul talking common sense? Who came first, the chicken, or the egg? Do you really need to know?

The second question is “how is one “saved?”” This is a big deal to Jesus worshipers. The xtian obsession with life after death makes PG want to run screaming. The seldom heard option offered here is “I don’t know/no opinion.”

One concept is that what happens to the dead is none of the living’s business. Maybe, if you have faith in G-d, things will turn out ok. When you devote every sunday morning to screaming about so called salvation, you advertise a lack of faith in G-d.

Third is “what are your opinions on war?” This is one of those contradictions. You just have to understand. An abortion is bloody murder. When Israel shells a school housing refugees, it is justifiable self defense. The reconciliation of beliefs and practices is a source of brain damage. This is not a spiritually uplifting practice.

In many questions, you must choose the least bad answer. This is typical. For what type of worship suits you, being home churched is not an option. For what definition of the trinity best describes your belief, there are no good answers. PG feels that the concept of a triune G-d is a grotesque violation of the First commandment.

The first commandment says to have no other G-d before you. In Jesus worship, this one G-d expands to at least six: G-d, Jesus, Holy Ghost, The Bible, Satan, and Salvation.

There are a few more questions. There is a Catholic slant to this quiz, with emphasis on the Virgin Mary. There is the concept that authority in today’s church was passed down from the disciples. Hopefully, Judas was not included. Finally, there is a question about Gay marriage. Maybe this quiz was designed by a Catholic divorce lawyer.

The answer was probably as good as could be expected. “You should really be Non-Denominational! You’ve never understood why people get so caught up with labels, creeds, and institutions. For you, faith is what matters. You have a personal relationship with God and you’re not so worried about being a member of any specific group or sect. You enjoy Bible study, casual gatherings, and a church where everyone is welcome regardless of theological labels.”

Whatever. Why study a book that teaches people to hate you? Maybe the advertisers at this quiz are getting a spiritual return on their investment. Pictures today are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”.

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Living Walls 2014

Posted in Georgia History, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on August 18, 2014

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It has turned into a summertime tradition. The Living Walls conference invades Atlanta the third week in August. The heat helps the paint dry faster. On the third Sunday, PG and Uzi venture downtown to look at the murals. This happened in 2010, 2011, 2011, 2012, and 2013.

Each year, PG prints a map to guide him. Previously, the information has been on the LW website. In 2014, the list of walls was available only in the print edition of Creative Loafing. PG posted his list on the LW twitter feed, and facebook page. Both times it was taken down.

Whatever. This sunday drive starts at the Goat Farm. This collection of old industrial buildings houses an art collective, and at least two goats. It turns out the GF hosted a party for LW, but did not have any major murals. The goats ignored the visitors.

The next stop was “ACROSS FROM THE W MIDTOWN.” This is probably the hotel in Colony Square. It has gone by many names over the years. This facility is not adjacent to any of the older buildings that typically host a mural. A drive down 14th street did not reveal any art walls, living or dead.

This weekend featured an arts festival in Piedmont Park. This means lots of traffic on the one way streets around the park. Monroe Drive, in the best of times, is a slow crawl. It was a time to be patient.

You drive down Monroe until it become Boulevard. A right turn on Ralph McGill leads to the next wall. It is on a building under renovation, with a fence preventing a clear view of the mural. A small version is on a nearby building.

Stop J is Randolph & Irwin, near the beltline. PG thinks it will be one of the buildings nearby, and drives by a house with the painting. The next stop is a building at the corner of Edgewood and Boulevard. This building has hosted a Living Wall before, and featured Wall K.

PG pulled into the parking lot. As he got out of the vehicle, a young man came up. “I’m here to park your car” “Is this a valet parking lot?” “Yes, it is fifteen dollars to park here.”

Going around the block to DeKalb Avenue, PG came out on Hillard Street. There was supposed to be a wall near Edgewood. There was, but PG could not find a convenient spot to leave the vehicle, while he took the picture. Wall M was at 262 Edgewood, on the other side of I-85. It was not found. Neither was Wall F at 145 Auburn Avenue.

PG went down Auburn, over the streetcar tracks, with a APD cruiser behind him. He turned right on Boulevard, got a free picture of Wall K. The pastel splendor of the Boulevard tunnel picked up the spirits. A right onto Memorial revealed Oakland Cemetery to be untouched by developers.

Wall D was at 495 Whitehall. This is getting into the part of Atlanta that many people are not familiar with. This is where the bicycle tour of the Walls was heading. PG invented a parking spot by the railroad crossing, and got his pictures. The next stop, Wall G, did not allow itself to be found.

By now, it was getting close to dinner time. There were two walls remaining in the Central Business District. Wall B, at 135 Walton Street, was in a mess of one way streets, and aggressively staffed pay to park zones. Wall A, at 156 Forsyth, had a benign parking spot in front. The services of a bail bondsman across the street were not necessary.

Now, on to dinner. PG and Uzi had meant to go to the Golden Corral on Lawrenceville Hiway for some time, but it was too crowded to contemplate. Tucker’s dependable Piccadilly cafeteria offered freshly heated chicken tenders for the hungry art lover.

After sitting down to eat, an asian man walked up to the table. He started pointing to his hair, and asking if it looks real. PG politely said he couldn’t tell, while Uzi said that it did, indeed. look real. The man, satisfied with the quality of his rug, sat back down at another table.

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A Sad Event

Posted in GSU photo archive, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on August 17, 2014

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It is with the saddest heart that I must pass on the following news. Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection, and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.

Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs.Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded.

Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he was still a crusty old man and was considered a roll model for millions.

Doughboy is survived by his wife, Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly dad, Pop Tart.

I am not clever enough to compose the above piece. Credit is hereby given to whoever wrote it. Pictures are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”. The spell check suggestion for Doughboy is Doughnut.This is a repost.

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Impeach Nixon And Agnew

Posted in Commodity Wisdom, Georgia History, GSU photo archive, History, Music, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on August 16, 2014

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“the arm chair activism is bullshit and does nothing for the charities they’re promoting” Not only that, it can do serious damage to your community. ~ One night, Bob Mould was rehearsing in Athens GA. The 40 watt club had a cancellation, and asked him to play. His band did not have a name. He was in a Waffle House in Athens, and looked on the table, and saw a pack of sugar. ~To begin with, he was at a house party, not a bar. Second, there is a good bit of uncertainty as to what happened. Some say it was an argument. Some say it was a discussion that got out of hand. Remember, this was early new years day morning. People at a party are liable to be drunk, and do stupid things. This includes Mr. O’Donovan. You also might wonder why Mr. O’Donovan brought a knife to a new years eve party. The articles I saw do not specify what type of knife. I suspect it was not a pocket knife.~ Joe.My.God. ~ “He was yelling. I was yelling, but it was not an argument. That’s the way we expressed our opinion.” Urica Bell Morrow GA ~30 We are going to run out of water someday ~ “In the scope of large-scale evangelical opinion, we are merely a whispered voice of dissent—and every effort will be made to silence that whisper. People who claim to be “Spirit-filled” and people who tout the virtues of tolerance are awfully quick to get angry, aren’t they? That’s because in a culture like ours where diversity, inclusivity, and tranquility are deemed higher values than truth, there will be strong resistance to any message that exposes the fallacies of popular opinions” It has been my experience that many professional Jesus worshipers are mean, angry people. They use Jesus as a tool of their anger. When you point this out, i. e. “expose the fallacies of popular opinions” they get even angrier. ~Maybe you should say what some Palestinians did. They are individuals. Also, that is East Jerusalem, not Gaza. ~ Asking for a link got me called a racist ~ The first time I went to XYZ mountain was my thirtieth birthday. ~ I don’t go there much anymore, and did not notice. So they left the front, and took out the back. I have mixed feelings. I was only inside once or twice, and it was not in good shape. ~ There is a house down the street from me that is being mcmansionized. Last night I rode by, and saw the oak tree in front being cut down. For some reason, that affected me more than the house being torn down. ~ The spell check suggestion for mcmansionized is simonized. ~ The twenty four hour syndrome. You are in a magical place, and beside yourself with glee. After a while, reality creeps back in. You realize that you still carry the same baggage as before. ~ You hear a lot about Israeli military superiority. In this country, we can see the overwhelming superiority of the Israeli PR machine. ~ Don’t be obtuse. ~ six words to eliminate just, should, but, always, actually, never, ~ i dont want to talk about it i have no influence on that conflict the children of gaza were not even born when 911 took place i am sick and tired of this confilct i support israel with my taxes and i am not going to give them my peace of mind ~ I am writing a post about facebook interrupting my sunday morning peace of mind. There will be historic pictures. They will be more enjoyable than the text. Neither the text, nor the pictures, will affect the conflict I am writing about. ~ the banker who puts the douche back in fiduciary ~ When you give a shit do you gift wrap it? Concern for your neighbor is a wonderful thing. To express this concern by using a vulgar word is puzzling. This vulgar word represents animal waste. There should be a way of expressing concern for your neighbor that smells better. ~ The english language has some quirks. So many people refer to anything and everything as *feces*. It is said that profanity is a substitute for thought. This is probably the case with the majority of *waste* slinging in everyday discourse. ~ “People may say I can’t sing, but no one can ever say I didn’t sing.” Florence Foster Jenkins ~ And the Arby’s is now a Starbucks. ~ I am surprised the Krystal/Starbucks on 7th street is still there, assuming that it is ~ I am curious to see what they do with the Starbucks on 7th since the red brick building behind it is designated as a historic building. I lived in that building when the Starbucks was a Krystal that brought all the scum of the earth to that corner. The building was designed by Neil Reed was the first residential building in Georgia with steel beam construction. The small garden in back had the only peachtree on (OK, adjacent to) Peachtree street. ~ Creem magazine called that Krystal the roughest hamburger stand in America. ~ And it was! The manager was a no-nonsense lady with a steel-gray bouffant hairdo with the demeanor of a prison matron. She was tough as nails and took no shit off anybody. I guess you had to be to manage that place. ~ 756 West Peachtree is a designated hysteric landmark. ~ The Fox network should change it’s name to wolf, as in the boy who cried wolf. After years of constant Obama bashing, few believed them about Benghazi. ~ I wouldn’t put my hand there ~ how long have we been, about seven miles… no its more like a quarter mile … thats why you see a lot of gays in real good shape ~ The Soviet Union declared war against Japan on August 8, 1945, This was accompanied by an invasion of Japanese occupied Manchuria. Many feel that this was a key factor in Japan’s decision to surrender. ~ Phil Ochs was included in the Great Southeast Music Hall’s autograph lobby wall. He said “Impeach Nixon and Agnew Phil Ochs” ~ Wow, Luther – that must have been very close to the time he killed himself. ~ Mr. Ochs died in 1976. Tricky Dick resigned forty years ago this week. The night of his resignation, I saw Rahsaan Roland Kirk at the Music Hall. ~ 0.01% used, leaves room for 54 million more emails. ~ It’s there as an option. As others have mentioned above if you go to your blog’s Dashboard and navigate to Posts > Add New it will load the traditional editor. ~ “Depression is a mental affliction, yes, but also spiritual.” For once I agree with you. I think of the misery that is caused by mean, agressive christianists. They think having an opinion about life after death makes the abuse worthwhile. It is profoundly depressing. I see Jesus through his believers treat me. Today a popular christianist blogger is trolling for traffic by exploiting the death of a man who brought joy to millions.~ Some people may not be able to see this attachment because of its privacy settings .~ I don’t like the new interface. I have only used it once. 1- I don’t know if something is saved, or published. 2- You cannot preview the post in a separate window. I like to have both the edit page, and the preview, on my screen when I edit 3- I did not see the shortlink. This is handy for twitter. 4- Putting the various options in a sidebar, and drastically reducing the size of the edit window, is a bad idea. 5- This morning, I was in a hurry to get to work. I had a post prepared, and just enough time to get it posted. This was a terrible time to deal with a new interface. ~ @imPalestine Yesterday, I went to Gaza’s graveyard to visit my grandma’s grave. I didn’t find it. It was hit by a missile. I saw my grandma’s bones. ~ “He was yelling. I was yelling, but it was not an argument. That’s the way we expressed our opinion.” ~ Maybe the man is standing on the bridge because too many strangers have yelled at him. Sometimes your good intentions cause more harm than good. ~ The sunglasses mirror selfie ~ pictures from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”. ~ selah

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Bulwer-Lytton 2014 Part Three

Posted in Book Reports, Library of Congress, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on August 15, 2014

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This is part three of the chamblee54 exhibition of the 2014 Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest. Parts one, and two, were previously published. There will be a part three, sometime. The writers will be forgiven. Pictures are from The Library of Congress.

He was a stolid man, prone to excessive and extended bursts of emotionlessness; but when Maurice loved, he loved with the passion of a dog itching its face against the grain of a firm pile carpet.
Stephen Sanford, Seattle WA

Cole kissed Anastasia, not in a lingering manner as a connoisseur might sip a glass of ‘82 La Pin, but open-mouthed and desperate, like a hobo wrapping his mouth around a bottle of Strawberry Ripple in the alley behind the 7-11. — Terri Meeker, Nixa MO

The Contessa’s heart was pounding hard and fast, like an out-of-balance clothes washer, which can get that way if you mix jeans with a lot of light things, though the new ones have some sensor thing to counteract that or shut off, but the Contessa’s heart didn’t have anything like that, so she had to sit down and tell Don Rolando to keep his hands to himself for a while. — John Hardi, Falls Church VA

The young lovers’ lips latched to each other not unlike the way in which two coital snails would, with much slime and suction, frothing as if someone had just poured salt on them.
Peter S. Bjorkman, Rocklin CA

His ex-wife’s personality was like chocolate – not the smoky, tangy, exquisitely rich and full-bodied type, but the over-sweet, tooth-cracking, factory-processed, made-with-vegetable-oil kind that leaves one with diabetes and an aneurysm the size of a grape. — Shalom Chung, Hong Kong

It seemed fair to say that her werewolfism was putting a strain on their relationship, the way she had earned the ire of the neighbors by devouring their pets and howling far past the bedtimes of their children, but bring it up to her, and she’d just snarl, “Why do you keep harping on this?” around a mouthful of the Smiths’ cat. — Eva Niessner, Cockeysville MD

Raoul’s deep slate eyes sucked Natalie in, and there she remained lodged like the wadded knee-hi clogging the tube of her Hoover Electrosuction Model 612 that once belonged to her grandmother, or some other dead relative, its vacuum bag so overstuffed with gunk, shed skin cells, and insect exoskeletons it nearly exploded like Natalie’s heart bursting with love for Raoul.
Wendy White Lees, Ho-Ho-Kus NJ

Over KFC, Raul broke up with Sheila a second time (the first time shrinking her heart until it was only fit for a tiny doll), tearing what was left of her heart to shreds, like the shreds of coleslaw now clinging to Raul’s beard; a fitting analogy since the aforementioned doll Sheila was thinking of was a Cabbage Patch doll. — Amelia Kynaston, Las Vegas NV

Pet detective Drake Leghorn ducked reporters at the entrance to the small hobby farm and headed down to the tiny pond where a lone goose was frantically calling for her mate and he wondered why – when so many come to look upon the graceful mating pair – why would someone want to take a gander?— Howie McLennon, Ottawa ON

Six months old, and already their love had picked up memories like lint, which, now that Maddie thought about it, was appropriate, since she and Brian met at the laundromat, when Maddie found herself hampered by a stubborn washing machine coin slot, but then snickered at the thought of being “hampered” while doing laundry, and then found herself explaining her snicker to the nearest laundromat patron, who turned out to be Brian and who, better yet, turned out to have a sense of humor even, well, dryer than her own. — Kirsten Wilson, Superior CO

Some stories are so compelling they almost seem to write themselves, but not this one.
Elizabeth (Betsy) Dorfman, Bainbridge Island WA

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Market Research

Posted in GSU photo archive, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on August 14, 2014

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A strange phone call just took place. “Amanda” asked for me by name. This is interesting, since I have a non published number. Maybe she has connections.

“Amanda” was taking a “survey.” There were going to be four questions. She was talking fast, so I may not get all the questions verbatim. I used to work in market research, although not for a firm giving it’s name as “Market Research.”

The questions were about media content, and children. “Amanda” asked me to think of my children, and grandchildren. She never asked me if they exist, which they do not. The first question was whether I thought parents should have some control over what their children watched. I said no. There were a few seconds of awkward silence.

There were two more questions. They were along these lines. Do I think that some programming is inappropriate for children. Since I don’t watch much tv, I said I don’t know.

I have forgotten the third, and final, question. It had something to do with protecting children from bad programming. I did not give the answer I was supposed to. After this question, “Amanda” thanked me for my time.

I had a couple of questions. She said “I am Amanda, with Market Research, calling on behalf of Kids First.” She then hung up. When I called *69, I got the phone number of Corporations for Character. It seems as though “Amanda Thomas” is a machine.

Pictures are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”.

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Holly Called It

Posted in Poem, yeah write by chamblee54 on August 13, 2014
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