As saturday morning turned into afternoon, PG was looking for text. Twitter had an entertaining entry. @DangerMindsBlog Hunter S. Thompson’s typical daily intake of drink ‘n’ drugs. The comments were charming. “It’s funny how everyone is obsessed with the truth of this absurd itinerary. This article made me smile and love HST more than ever. It’s what he stood for or symbolized that I respond to. We need more crazy fucking lunatics in this world and fewer anal-retentive fact-checking pussies.”
Maybe that is not a good idea for a post. There is always something in the archive. There were two stories in 2009 about word lists. Ten words was based on a story at YOU ARE REMARKABLE, where the last post was published November 21, 2014. “here are 10 of the most beautiful words in the human language. try sprinkling them throughout your next conversation & admire the way they feel rolling off your lips. watch how the listener’s eyes light up.”
The 10 words are: 01. adroit: dexterous, agile 02. adumbrate: to very gently suggest 03. aestivate: to summer, to spend the summer 04. ailurophile: a cat-lover 05. beatific: befitting an angel or saint 06. beleaguer: to exhaust with attacks 07. blandiloquent: beautiful & flattering 08. caliginous: dark & misty 09. champagne: an effervescent wine 10. chatoyant: like a cat’s eye.
Adroit is also the first word on the list. When PG was young enough to think it was funny, he read MAD magazine. There was a poem: Tigers Tigers fighting bright/In the ballparks of the night /Your pitchings fair, your fields adroit/So why no pennant for Detroit. (PG felt really stupid when he read
“The Tyger” By William Blake. Maybe Allen Ginsberg read MAD magazine.)
A commenter at the original post begs to differ: “I take issue with the top word on your list. Adroit comes from the French word for “right”, as in “right handed”. It is the direct antonym of gauche, both in English and in its native French where it means “left”, as in “left handed”. As a non-right-hander I find both of these words to be handist and offensive.”
If this is enough text for you, it is all right to skip ahead and look at the pictures. These fine images are from The Library of Congress, taken at “Annual “Bathing Girl Parade”, Balboa Beach, CA, June 20, 1920.” The second rerun today is 12 Funny Words. It is based on a post at alpha dictionary, which is still producing. The post was sponsored by Chinese Lady #1 Most Trusted Dating Service in China.
As you may have noticed, the list posted yesterday was not the ten most beautiful words in english. It was merely the first ten, in alphabetical order. The fact that 01 rhymes with Detroit tells you more than you need to know. The second list….the 100 funniest words…. is also an a-z affair. The reality is that the last word is yahoo, and no z words made the cut. PG decided to edit the list for the convenience of the reader. It occurred to him that perhaps this said more about PG than about the list…what words did he choose, and why? Here is the list:
09 bloviate To speak pompously or brag. 23 crapulence Discomfort from eating or drinking too much. 24 crudivore An eater of raw food. 31 fatuous Unconsciously foolish. 32 fenestration Putting in windows. 39 fuddy-duddy An old-fashioned, mild-mannered person. 57 klutz An awkward, stupid person. 59 la-di-da A saying indicating that something is pretentious. 61 logorrhea Loquaciousness, talkativeness. 73 osculate To kiss. 83 rhinorrhea A runny nose. 92 troglodyte Someone or something that lives in a cave. Spell check suggestions: crapulence/corpulence, crudivore/divorcee.
Wolf was a familiar sight for many years. The rough looking man with long blond hair could be seen selling “art” magazines on North Highland Avenue, between Plaza Pharmacy and Druid Hills Baptist Church. Before that, he sold The Great Speckled Bird. As might be expected for a man born in 1942, his health had been letting him down. On tuesday, February 24, at Grady Hospital, Wilton Hugh “Wolf” Thomas died. “He had become ill with double pneumonia…”
PG never talked to Wolf, but stood next to him at a urinal once. Wolf was seen at a Rainbow family picnic in Freedom Park, and on the streets constantly. The Storycorps recorded his tale. (It would be great for someone to incorporate the segments into one file.) Aside from the adrag sales, Wolf was a guitar player, a friend of the homeless, and longtime member of Gentle Spirit Christian Church. He was one of the people who lend character to Atlanta, as it becomes more mainstream. The Piedmont Pig, and Bobby Brookhaven, have not been seen in years.
As Wolf was being mourned, another Atlanta facility announced major changes. The land around Manuel’s Tavern has been sold, and a retail/residential clusterfuck is planned for the acreage. The Tavern itself will be a free standing building, albeit after closing for major renovations. Who knows how this will wind up. Developers are tough to trust.
A blond Canadian once sang about tearing up paradise, and putting up a parking lot. In this case, it is a bit different. Manuel’s has a huge parking lot, which caught the heart of the location location location crowd. Maybe the new version will be that the tore down the parking lot, and built a purgatory palace. That will be tough to fit into a song.
North Highland Avenue, even with the help of the nearby Ex Pres Way, is a traffic nightmare. With the multi use contraption going up in Manuel’s parking lot, it is only going to get worse. Maybe that is the soul of Atlanta… burning C02 happy fossil fuel, while waiting for the light to change. Pictures today are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”.
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Reports are coming in that the Georgia Board of Pardons and Paroles has rejected a plea for clemency by Kelly Gissendaner. The plan is to inject the mystery drugs at 7:00pm tonight. There is usually some last minute legal wrangling, and the actual execution will probably be much later tonight. Georgia is in snowjam anticipation, and the procedure may be postponed.
Mrs. Gissendaner has requested her last meal. “two Burger King Whoppers with cheese, two large orders of fries, popcorn, cornbread, a side of buttermilk and a salad with tomatoes, bell peppers, onions, carrots, cheese, boiled eggs and Paul Newman buttermilk dressing.”
The Gwinnett Daily Post tells the story of Kelly Renee Brookshire Gissendaner. Starting at ten years old, she was molested by a stepfather, neighbor’s stepfather, and uncle. Her first son was born two weeks after high school graduation. The first marriage, at nineteen, lasted six months.
Marriages two and three were to Doug Gissendaner. They had a baby, and divorced. After a divorce, Mrs. Gissendaner had another son. That babydaddy died of cancer.
There are indications that Mrs. Gissendaner is being executed because she did not snitch. “Owens received a sentence of life in prison and is eligible for parole. And while Gissendaner’s attorneys argued about the disparity, the man who prosecuted Gissendaner doesn’t buy it. “The offer was made to both of them,” says Gwinnett District Attorney Danny Porter. “The offer was made and Kelly Gissendaner decided to take her chances and go to trial. It’s kind of hard to argue how unfair it is, when you’ve kind of thumped your nose at the offer that would have gotten you the same sentence.” … Porter, who argued against clemency, says the sentence was fair and she got what she deserves.”
At the clemency hearing, a statement from Mrs. Gissendaner was read. “”There are no excuses for what I did, I will never understand how I let myself fall into such evil.”
“In the 53-page clemency application, daughter Kayla (the daughter of Doug Glissendaner) wrote: “The impact of losing my mother would be devastating. I can’t fathom losing another parent.” … Her supporters said she’s found God. “In the study of theology, [Kelly] has found a venue for reflecting on her own experiences, mistakes, relationships, dreams and faith, ” wrote Rev. Cathy Zappa.”
Picutures are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”. A detailed story, Kelly And Doug Gissendaner, is available at Chamblee 54. UPDATE: The execution has been postponed until Monday, March 2, at 7:00 pm.
PG had a few minutes to spare this morning. He dived into the innertubes, and found Staying committed sucks…REALLY??? The post made him think. He decided to leave a fast comment. If you want your comment to be noticed, be one of the first ones to go up.
The post is about the downside of positive thinking. It starts with a woman, who says her husband has discovered, a bit too late, that he really does not enjoy practicing law. The hypothesis here is that Hollywood glamorizes the legal profession, and does not tell anyone about the boring aspects.
Chamblee54 I would say more, and perhaps will later. Now, I have to get on the road to my job.The problem of what I call “positive fascism” is not exclusive to Hollywood. Many people like to glorify the positive, and deny that anything non wonderful exists. Jesus worshipers are some of the worst. The trouble is, when the going gets dull, many people think it is a sign of weakness. If their role model does this without boredom, it must be something wrong with me. This is a problem.
Biochicklet Snarky man under the bag. I was raised without a religion and I know legions of atheists. Singling out a religious group is really unfair. The topic is commitment and hard work to have something of great value. If you want to pick a fight, please come see me. I am a positive fascist.
The Culture Monk Ellen, LOVE the comment. I think its my favorite of week.
There are a couple of obvious points. The gravatar image of PG has a paper bag over his head. There is no indication whether the blogger is male or female. How did Biochicklet correctly guess the gender?
Second, Culture Monk talks about his Christianity in almost every post. A frequent theme is Christians who make Jesus look bad. It was highly fair to include that observation in this comment.
PG is writing this after a hard day in the real world. A couple of things happened today to cloud any cheerfulness he might feel … those who know PG IRL will know what these are. A lengthy discussion of positive fascism, and the belief paradigm that spawned it, will have to wait. (Or is it positive fascism that facilitated the belief paradigm? Maybe they are one and the same.)
There is a story, though, which illustrates the point, and will not take too long to tell. A friend of PG became acquainted with some people in a Christian group once. We will call this group “The Light.” They were faith healers, with a nifty catch 22. If you were cured of your illness, hallelujah. (Thank you spell check.) If you were not cured, it was because you did not believe enough.
This is a repost. Pictures are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”. The video is from “The Way,” which worships the same G-d as “The Light,” and participates in the same economy. Biochicklet, Chamblee54, and Culture Monk are still producing.
PG stared out at the gray sky. He thought that the fourth sunday in february might be the most depressing day of the year. The ever cheerful blogger had an idea for a repost. Pictures today are from The Library of Congress. The people on a Baltimore streetcar seem to be happy.
Billie Holiday had a hit with”Gloomy Sunday”in 1941. The legend is that people would listen to the song, and kill themselves. As a result, the song was banned from the radio. Or was it?
“Gloomy Sunday” was written in 1933 by Rezső Seress. Additional lyrics were later written by László Jávor. It became known as the “Hungarian Suicide Song”, and was reportedly banned in Hungary. An English translation (which is said to not do justice to the original Hungarian) was rendered.
The song has a melancholy sound, even as an instrumental. The story is about a person…it is not gender specific…who decides to join a loved one who has died. A third verse was added, to the english version, where the singer says it was all a dream.
The song became popular in the United States. And the suicide stories started to spread, along with rumors that the song had been banned from the radio. (It was indeed banned by the BBC.) There are indications that these rumors were part of a publicity campaign.
The urban legend busters snopes. calls the story “undetermined”. Legends like this get a life of their own. A grieving person hearing this song on a dreary Sunday is not going to be uplifted. One thing is known for sure…the original composer did take his own life. Rezső Seress jumped off a tall building in Budapest in 1968. The legend is he had never had another hit song after writing “Gloomy Sunday”.