Groups Of Seven

Posted in Library of Congress, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on January 20, 2019

Seven Samurai -Kambei Shimada, Gorōbei Katayama, Shichirōji, Heihachi Hayashida, Katsushirō Okamoto, Kyūzō,

The Magnificent Seven – Chris Adams, Harry Luck, Vin, Bernardo O’Reilly, Britt, Lee, Chico

Seven Wonders of the Ancient World-Great Pyramid of Giza, Hanging Gardens of Babylon, Statue of Zeus at Olympia, Temple of Artemis at Ephesus, Mausoleum of Maussollos at Halicarnassus, Colossus of Rhodes, Lighthouse of Alexandria

Rome is built on Seven hills – Palatine, Capitoline, Quirinal, Viminal, Esquiline, Caelian, and Aventine. Thank you SevenMagazine.

The Seven Sisters – Barnard College, Bryn Mawr College, Mount Holyoke College, Radcliffe College, Smith College, Vassar College, and Wellesley College

All human actions have one or more of these seven causes: chance, nature, compulsions, habit, reason, passion and desire.” Aristotle 384 BC-322 BC Thank you Thinkexist.

The Magnificent Seven are seven cemeteries used by the citizens of nineteenth century London: Kensal Green Cemetery, West Norwood Cemetery, Highgate Cemetery, Abney Park Cemetery, Nunhead Cemetery, Brompton Cemetery, Tower Hamlets Cemetery

seven deadly sins – lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy, pride

seven holy virtues – chastity, abstinence, temperance, diligence, patience, kindness

seven goddesses – isis, astarte, hecate, demeter, kali, iana, diana

seven dwarfs – bashful, doc, dopey, grumpy, happy, sleepy, sneezy

seven brides – Alice, Dorcas, Liza, Martha, Millie, Sarah, Ruth

seven brothers – Adam, Benjamin, Caleb, Daniel, Ephraim, Frank, Gideon

seven husbands of Elizabeth Taylor – Nicky Hilton, Micheal Wilding, Micheal Todd, Eddie Fisher, Richard Burton(twice), John Warner, Larry Fortensky (The American Film Institute named Taylor seventh among the Greatest Female Stars of All Time.)

Matthew 18:21-22 – 21Then came Peter to him, and said, Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? till seven times? 22Jesus saith unto him, I say not unto thee, Until seven times: but, Until seventy times seven.

This is a double repost. It is about things that come in groups of seven. Thanks and praises go to Wikipedia. The other sources are cited where appropriate. Pictures are from The Library of Congress.


Math Jokes

Posted in Library of Congress, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on January 18, 2019







Q: Why do they never serve beer at a math party?
A: Because you can’t drink and derive.

Q: Why won’t Goldilocks drink a glass of water with 8 pieces of ice in it?
A: It’s too cubed.

Q: What did Al Gore play on his guitar?
A: An Algorithm

Q: Why was the Calculus teacher bad at baseball?
A: He was better at fitting curves than hitting them.

Q: Why do you rarely find mathematicians spending time at the beach?
A: Because they have sine and cosine to get a tan and don’t need the sun.

Jokes are from facebook. Pictures are from The Library of Congress. This is a repost.







Attitude Of Pulchritude

Posted in Library of Congress, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on January 16, 2019

@DawnQLandau #Bloggers @makingtimeforme @BelieveinBumble @tempkimkam @DawnMMiller @itmoi All joined the #AttitudeofGratitude this week. Check it out & tell us what ur #grateful for! … @becomingcliche @Fab_fiction still hoping you’ll join us! 💙 #blogging #gratitude The 2018 Annual Attitude of Gratitude: Bloggers Flood The Internet With Happiness & Positivity!

This tweet caught my eye. It was a lady, promoting a blog gimmick. You set a timer for fifteen minutes, and make a list of things you are grateful for. I am grateful for writing prompts, and decided to go for it.

Unfortunately, the timer was already in use. I had cut up some potatoes, and washed some greens. I put this in the steamer, and set the timer for a half hour. I did think to go to the kitchen, and make sure the heat was turned down. A steamer, full of burned food, is not something to be grateful for.

My kitchen timer is a gem. It is about four inches tall, and three inches wide. The knob broke soon after buying it. To set this timer, I have to use my fingers. You grab onto the metal fingers tight, and twist them into the desired position. It hurts a bit, but you get the desired results. I am grateful for not giving up on a perfectly good piece of equipment, just because it has one minor flaw.

A timer is not an automatic device. You have to remember to set it, just as you have to remember to turn down the heat on the stove. When the bell rings, you have to choose to get up, walk to the kitchen, and turn off the stove. If you are in the middle of doing something, it is easy to disregard the bell. This is not something to be grateful for.

This was supposed to be a numbered list. Some how, that just seemed boring and inventorial. Should I include a product number? Maybe I should get a barcode reader, and scan the number into a database. I have worked in a place where they used barcode readers to check in packages. Many of the readers did not work, and you had to manually enter the numbers. Then you would go upstairs with the package, and the number on the delivery label would not match the number on the receiving label. Or maybe I should just say I am extremely grateful not to be doing that sort of work today.

This is starting to become boring. While I am grateful for a certain amount of recreational boredom in my life, I am not going to add to it now. Pictures for this endeavor are from The Library of Congress.

The Second Great Flood

Posted in Library of Congress, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on January 10, 2019

Here is part one . Somewhere in his drifting around the internet, PG found a reference to the story of Noah and the Ark. A light bulb above his head switched on, and the answer was apparent: Global warming is the second great flood.

In the Biblical story, G-d was upset with the way man did things. She gave Noah a heads up. Noah was ridiculed by the good citizens of the day. Finally, it rained forty days and forty nights, and everyone except Noah got wet.

In the modern version, G-d sees man making a wasteland of the bountiful planet. An amazing resource like oil is controlled by hateful tyrants, and burned to make cars run. The signs of dis ease are apparent to some, but they are ridiculed by the good citizens of the day.

This time, things are different. Instead of forty days and forty nights, it is two hundred years of burning fossil fuels. It is a time of war, and rumors of war.

Here is part two . PG was shooting from the hip the other day, and said that G-d was causing global warming. At first it seemed a bit goofy, but like other thoughts about her (G-d is in the details,) the more PG thinks, the more sense it makes.

A lot has to do with your idea of who G-d is. (maybe the four other w’s… what, when, where, and why… should also apply.) Although PG would not put global warming past Mary’s babydaddy, those conceptions are just a bit obsolete. The concept of G-d that PG uses is the fifth element, to go with earth, air, fire and water.

Some say that G-d is the difference between a human being and five dollars worth of chemicals. There seems to be an overall body of knowledge that makes the earth function. A DNA, or software. This framework of knowledge is part of the picture.

Right now, man is living in a paradise. A planet with earth, air, water and fire that is uniquely fabricated to support intelligent life. The role that G-d played in facilitating this planet is a mystery. There is a balance of life here…the right amount of gravity, the right ph balance in the oceans, the proper mix of gases in the atmosphere. Man has been granted this paradise…it was not earned, it was given out of the bounty of G-d. And man has done his best to destroy the environment. Promiscuously burning fossil fuels is just part of the damage.

If the level of CO2 in the air goes above a certain level, then the temperatures will start to rise. This has been proven time and time again. There are nay sayers…some of whom are not on fossil fuel industry payrolls… who say this is a natural process, and has nothing to do with the actions of man. These people are similar to the upstanding citizens who ridiculed Noah.

It should be noted that the story of Noah and the ark might be a myth. That is, it is full of symbols and allegory, and is not to be taken literally. It could be that in an ancient time, G-d got fed up with the evil deeds of man, and decided to teach a lesson. This could be what is happening today. Pictures are from The Library of Congress. This is a repost.

Nine Rules For Driving

Posted in Library of Congress, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on January 6, 2019

What follows is a repost from a few years ago. The thoughts are current. Pictures are from The Library of Congress. Esther Bubley took the pictures in April, 1943. “Washington, D.C. Jitterbugs at an Elk’s Club dance, the “cleanest dance in town””

This is written as the Sunday morning worship hour winds down. In church facilities across America, preachers scream about sin. Very few will consider the sin of dangerous driving. And yet, this is the sin that can change, or end, your life in an instant.

There is a lot of label mongering in public spaces. Liberal, conservative, and racist are three of the most popular. None of these labels deals with driving courtesy. The SJW and the KKK are united in their lack of concern about safe driving. With that in mind, here is the top nine.

1- Find another way to show how bad you are. This is mostly a masculinity thing, but it just might apply to a few ladies. Driving hard and fast is the easy way to prove your toughness. All you do is push the gas pedal. You don’t have to go to the gym, have lots of sex, or go into battle. Just drive fast, and with no concern for your neighbor.

2- Slow down. There is no need to go so fast. When you go somewhere, allow yourself enough time to get there. The faster you drive, the less reaction time you have in an emergency.

3- Stay far enough behind the car ahead of you to stop in an emergency. This will be less stressful for the person in front of you.

4- Pay attention to the road. This is where cell phones, and texting, becomes a problem. You should be focused on the road ahead of you, and not what your phone mate is telling you. Your minutes will be just as good when you get to your destination. Are people really brainless enough to text and drive?

5- The three rules of the workplace apply here…. show up, stay awake, and don’t kill anyone.

6- Keep your car in good condition. The tires and brakes are key items, but also keep the engine running smoothly. Sometimes you need to accelerate.

7- Keep your temper. Driving while angry is a cause of many accidents, especially when combined with alcohol or religion.

8- Use your turn signals.

9- Show concern for the well being of your neighbor. Use common sense.

LATAWNYA, the Naughty Horse, Learns to say “No” to Drugs

Posted in GSU photo archive, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on January 4, 2019










Today’s feature is a repost from 2014. Awful Library Books is still going strong. One of their current favorites is Teen-ager, Christ is for You. Bad books about religion will always be with us. Pictures are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”.

Awful library books is one of the actors in this drama. It is a good waste of your time. On top of the shelf today is Lee the Rabbit with Epilepsy. Other uplifting volumes on the front page include Isn’t One Wife Enough?: the Story of Mormon Polygamy and When Cavemen Go Bowling.

The book that Awful Library Books chose to “weed” was Latawnya, the Naughty Horse, Learns to Say “No” to Drugs. The links in the original post no longer work, so google was enlisted to find a replacement. Believe it or not, this galloping tale has a wikipedia page.

The original book was targeted at African American youth. The author has daughters named Latawnya and Chrystal. The author has sued amazon, wikipedia, and urban dictionary.

A possibly illegal reproduction is found using the link. One of the comments tells a cautionary tale:
” It seems that many of these comments are viciously lampooning the work of a genius. I, however, see the visionary work of Mrs. Gibson. This insightful masterpiece presents the very real dangers of horse peer pressure. Just last week my daughter, Amber, was walking to school on a normal, idyllic day in suburbia. Then out of nowhere a Clydesdale galloped brazenly over to my precious princess and offered her a 40 oz bottle of Olde English 800 and a marijuana cigarette.”
Clydesdales have long been used to promote the products of the Anheuser-Busch company. (When you click on that link, a page pops up: WE NEED TO CHECK YOUR ID YOU MUST BE OF LEGAL DRINKING AGE TO ENTER THIS SITE) When PG was younger, he worked on the mall maintenance crew at Northlake Mall. One day, the Budweiser Clydesdales made a visit. PG was given a shovel and bucket, and told to walk behind the horses.

One of the reasons for the drug problem is drug education. Many of these programs, while well intentioned, make the problem worse.

Courtesy of Awfullibrarybooks, we can see today “LATAWNYA, the Naughty Horse, Learns to say “No” to Drugs“. This uplifting story is about the afternoon when Latawnya goes out to play with her sisters Daisy and LaToya. Suddenly they meet four strange horses, Connie, Chrystal, Jackie, and Angie. They like to drink and smoke drugs.

The author of this tale was born in Mississippi, and lives in California. She says “Thank you, G-d”.

In 1986, there was an oversupply of cocaine coming into America, and new ways of using the product were needed. Someone had the idea of making crack. The media did its part, by running scare stories about the new drug sensation. “One puff makes your head feel like it is exploding”. The stories had the combined effect of scaring parents, and making crack cocaine irresistible to certain people. Crack became a part of the life.

The first time PG heard about oxycontin was a drug education flyer at work. It promised an overwhelming rush to the user who injected the substance. PG imagined the reaction of some of the druggies he had known to this promise…where can I get some?

PG is in the detoxed, old fogey stage of his life. Millions of others are not. When they read stories about horses who drink and smoke drugs, they learn to believe the opposite of what the drug educators tell them. Many will not live to be detoxed old fogeys.







Before You Diagnose

Posted in Library of Congress, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on January 3, 2019

PG was minding his digital business when a fbf posted a meme. It features a studious Sigmund Freud, with a quote: “Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure that you are not, in fact, just surrounded by assholes.” Pictures today are from Liljenquist Family Collection of Civil War Photographs.

As some of you know, PG likes to debunk inspirational quotes. This one seemed a bit flakier than most. PG typed “before you diagnose” in the window. Magic sentences filled in the rest. When the first result you see is from Quote Investigator, there is a possibility of a measly meme.

Notorious d.e.b. @debihope “Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self esteem, first make sure you are not, in fact, just surrounded by assholes.” By all accounts, this is where the quote started. It was retweeted by William Gibson @GreatDismal. He has denied authorship several times. @GreatDismal What’s your (now) (in)famous quote about depression? [Actually not my quote. Never said it] @GreatDismal Really? What’s it like having a now viral quote incorrectly attributed to yourself? [Very 21st Century] How Sigmund Freud got dragged into this is anyone’s guess.

The meme machine can be tempting. The desire is strong to share something you enjoy. The @debihope quote does have a kernal of truth to it, even when *you* is one of the assholes. However, some actors here that should know better. It is easy to verify a quote. Professional meme mongers like goodreads should make friends with google. Even if the quote is real, William Gibson is alive, and knows about copyright infringement.

Pefect Papers takes this thing to a new level. They are currently selling the Before You Diagnose Yourself … Gold Marble Sigmund Freud Quote Notebook for $7.99. The book has the quote on the cover, followed by 120 lined pages.

Bowel Games

Posted in Holidays, Library of Congress, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on December 30, 2018








The story below is a repost from 2013. The Dawgs® had a good year, and are in the Allstate Sugar Bowl. The pictures are from The Library of Congress .

The Georgia Bulldogs beat somebody’s Aggies in Shreveport, Louisiana last night. The affair is something called the Independence Bowl. The Fishwrapper has an ad for a casino-hotel-spa. The link no longer works. Athens can go back to creating a school the football team can be proud of.

This is the season of bowl games. A few years ago, any town with a stadium, and a chamber of commerce, could get a bowl game. Any school with .500 season could go to a bowl, many of whom now had grafted on corporate names. There was, literally, the poulon weedeater bowl holiday classic.

What follows is a story PG read in Sports Illustrated when he was a kid. There is no source, and there is a slight possibility that it is not true.

In the sixties, NBC had a new years day triple header of bowl games. The sugar bowl was followed by the rose bowl was followed by the orange bowl. Hangovers and national championships were fixed in one day. NBC made handsome profits.

An Olympic committee had a meeting one day, to determine who would telecast the upcoming games. The man from NBC went in, with charts, and promises of money for the amateur athletes. The presentation from NBC centered on the january first triple header, the sugar bowl, the rose bowl, and the orange bowl.

Another network won the bid to telecast the games. After the meeting, an Olympics official had a private conversation with the NBC man. The committee felt that their emphasis on the bowel games was in bad taste.








Thank You Note

Posted in Holidays, Library of Congress, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on December 27, 2018

12/27/18 Brookhaven GA I haven’t written a traditional letter in a while. This year, instead of making a phone call, I am going to send a USPS letter. The immediate objective to say thank you for the calendar. This will be typed. As someone who has had to read my handwriting, you probably appreciate this. Maybe it is not so traditional after all.

The calendar cover is lovely. Seven sheep, with one sporting fur of color. January is a picture of waves crashing in. While the ocean happens in cold weather, inland people associate the sea with warm weather. This reminder of warmer days to come is welcome in january. The shore makes another appearance in june, when the temperatures climb back into beach season.

The January holiday is Elvis’s birthday. This is also David Bowie’s birthday. A few years ago, I re-posted everything I had ever written about Mr. Bowie, and ripped a pile of cd’s into a play list. Three days later, Mr. Bowie was dead. In may of that year, I tried the same thing for Bob Dylan. He not only lived, he went on to win the Nobel Prize.

February is a rainbow picture, and four holidays. My father had the same birthday as Abraham Lincoln. He would be 102 now, but nature had other plans.

March has a very cool picture. It is a rendering of two goats, on a white brick wall. The goats are well balanced and centered, unlike most real life goats I have met. Whenever I try to take a picture of a flat object, I have a tough time getting all the parts to line up at flat angles. Then I discovered GIMP, the photo processing program. This enables me to arrange things in a more pleasing manner. If you can take a camera shot, and get it to come out that perfect, then you are better than me. If you use tools to get it right, then you are using what you have available. After a while, I wonder what is the “real” image… the one that the camera/computer sees, or the one on the wall?

April is a spider web, once again geometrically arranged. The drops of dew on the web, the white face on the left side of the page… these add up to a great image. The may quilt is another terrific presentation. May contains my birthday, so this is a big month for me. This year I am going to be officially old. May day, aka beltane, is another underappreciated holiday to most of America, which is just as well. May 1, 1987, was the last time I took LSD. There is no telling when that will happen again.

July has an image of an electric meter, in the upper left corner of an old log cabin. The stripes of the cabin wall look like the red and white stripes of the US flag, with the electric meter replacing the stars. August has a dog enjoying life. Dogs are great to take pictures of. On many sunday afternoons, I go walk around places, and take pictures of random dogs. These pictures form the background of graphic poems. I tell people that I work for Cruella DeVille, and only the dalmatian owners are worried, or need to be. Being a puppy-razzi is one of the joys of my old age, and progressing decrepitude.

September and November are a curious pair. September was shot at Mowsomemore Acres, TN. November was shot at Mosomemore Acres, Triune TN. Maybe one of George Bugg’s daughters married Mr. Mosomemore, and bought land in TN. After the success of Bugg Acres GA, creating Mowsomemore Acres TN would be a natural step.

December features a sky full of Air Force created contrails. I hope that you were not affected by those contrails… many people say contrails are a damaging force in the ecosystem. The back cover is a tasteful white page, with the appropriate logo above the nail hole. The back cover is often overlooked in these production, but plays a vital role. If it were not for the back cover, then december would not have any days, and John Lennon would still be alive.

That should be enough for one year. Have a good year, and I will try to do likewise. I may recycle this letter on my blog, with historic pictures from the library of congress. The pictures are Union soldiers, from the War Between the States. Maybe this will be the year when I forgive them.


Posted in Georgia History, GSU photo archive, Holidays, Library of Congress, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on December 25, 2018

Thursday is National Fruitcake Day PG sees a chance for some text to put between pictures. He would be nutty as a fruitcake to turn down this chance. This is a repost. Part two of this recycled holiday blog party is a tribute to The Fruitcake Lady.

Fruitcakes were buried with the dead in Ancient Egypt. It’s true. Ancient Egyptians used to fill the tombs of the dead with all the supplies that they would need to enjoy the afterlife, including food and water. Fruitcake was often put into the tomb of a deceased person because a fruitcake soaked in a natural preservative like alcohol or fruit juice would last a long time. It was thought that the preserved fruitcake would not spoil on the journey to the afterlife. Fruitcake was a staple food of other ancient Middle Eastern, Southeast Asian and Mediterranean cultures as well

Candied fruits are used in fruitcake because using sugar was the only way to preserve the fruit long enough to get it back to Europe from the Middle East. When the Crusaders began carrying exotic fruits back to their European home the fresh fruit would spoil long before they were able to get it home. Ingenious traders began drying the fruits by candying them with sugar which made them an even more delicious treat and preserved them indefinitely. Once the candied fruits were sent to Europe and to other parts of the world they were baked into cakes so that they could be shared with family and friends on special occasions.

Fruitcakes will last for years without spoiling. It’s true. A fruitcake that is properly preserved with an alcohol soaked cheesecloth that is then wrapped in plastic wrap or foil can be kept unrefrigerated for years without spoiling. In the past, before refrigerators came along, families would make fruitcake for holidays and special occasions months in advance of the actual event and then let the covered fruitcakes sit wrapped in an alcohol soaked cloth until the event happened. As long as the cloth was remoistened with alcohol occasionally the cakes not only didn’t spoil, they actually tasted richer and sweeter because they had been soaking in brandy and rum for a couple of months.

To millions of fruitcake consumers, the town of Claxton GA is very special. This south Georgia town, just down the road from Reidsville, is home to Claxton Fruit Cake . The story of the Claxton Fruit Cake company is a sweet one. Savino Tos founded the Claxton Bakery in 1910. He hired Albert Parker in 1927, and sold him the business in 1945. Mr. Parker decided to sell Fruit Cake to America.

No story about fruitcake is complete without mentioning the “Fruitcake Lady.” Marie Rudisill , an aunt of Truman Capote, wrote a book of fruitcake recipes. She became a tv celebrity, before going to the bakery in the sky November 3, 2006.

The urban dictionary has nine listings for fruit cake. The ones for homosexuals and crazy people are there. UD gets creative with this selection: “The act of releasing green chunky diarrhea onto your partners face then, ejaculating on it, then punching him/her in the nose causing the colors to mix together to form a fruit cake like color.”

If you tire of jokes about fruitcake, you can go to The society for the protection and preservation of fruitcake . (If you click on the “new URL”, you will be invited to join in the green card lottery.) There used to be a link on the society page that enables you to buy Fruitcake Mints. “Keep your breath fruitcake fresh with these festive mints!”

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










There was a political comment on facebook. The last sentence was “No wonder Georgia turned Republican after the Clintons sold poor people out.” The person making this comment was born in 1980, the same year Georgia elected a Republican to the US Senate. This person also was born and raised in Florida. PG thought of a smart comeback. This is a repost.

There was a famous video by the Fruitcake Lady. In the first part, a young lady asks who to vote for in an upcoming election. FL makes a face, and said “you’re gonna ask someone who lives in FLORIDA how to vote?” This is along the lines of a Floridian transplant explaining the Republicanization of Georgia. Unfortunately, the video with the Fruitcake Lady had been taken down for copyright infringement. The spell check suggestions for Republicanization: Recapitalization, Cannibalization.

PG wasn’t really doing anything, and was in the mood for a google wild goose chase. This led to an amazing article, Sweet as Sugar, Rude as Hell, My Lost Interview with Truman Capote’s Aunt. A writer for the fishwrapper went to a mobile home in Hudson, FL. He talked to Marie Rudisill, who was best known as Truman Capote’s “Aunt Tiny.” The meeting took place in 1997, and was not what the writer expected. A family friendly version of the meeting was published The journalist received a slice of fruitcake in the mail. Everyone concerned went on with their lives.

Marie Rudisill died November 3, 2006, after becoming famous as the Fruitcake Lady. As for the journalist: “When I left The Atlanta Journal-Constitution in 2009, I stashed 27 years of old newspapers, tapes and ephemera in my garage. Nothing is more depressing to me than those boxes of old newspapers. It’s my own private morgue — replete with the sickening scent of dust and roach pills…. When I finally mustered the courage to dig around, I found the Lewis interviews — as well as a cache of other recordings. Three of the tapes had Rudisill’s name scribbled on them. I was not quite ready to listen, though. I put them in a box and labeled it.”

In 1924, Truman Streckfus Persons was born in New Orleans LA. His mother, Lillie Mae (Aunt Tiny’s older sister) left her husband behind, and took the boy to Monroeville AL. They lived in a wild household. A neighbor was Harper Lee, who wrote “To Kill A Mockingbird.” Miss Lee was a close friend, as was Sook. This is Truman’s cousin, the fruitcake chef herone of “A Christmas Memory.”

After a while, Lillie Mae married Joe Capote, who adopted the boy. They moved to New York, where Aunt Tiny joined them. Truman was sent to military school. Everyone, except Lillie Mae, thought this was a terrible idea. The effort to butch up young Truman did not work.

Aunt Tiny wrote a book, Truman Capote: The Story of His Bizarre and Exotic Boyhood by an Aunt Who Helped Raise Him. It was published in 1983, a year before Truman died. “The book scandalized Monroeville — and Capote. He told The Washington Post: “If there are 20 words of truth in it, I will go up on a cross to save humanity.” Said Harper Lee: “I have never seen so many misstatements of fact per sentence as in that book.”

There is one story that sticks out…. “Rudisill breaks down just once during our interview. It’s when she recalls “the first time Truman ever had a sexual encounter with a priest.” She was living in Greenwich Village, having followed Lillie Mae and Truman to New York. “He was sitting on my doorstep when I came home from work, and he had blood all in his pants, and then he told me about this priest. And nobody, I don’t think anybody in the world ever knew that but me.”

There is more to the story. If you have the time, you might enjoy reading the full article. Pictures today are from The Library of Congress.











Posted in Library of Congress, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on December 15, 2018

“I am Inspiro bot I am an artificial intelligence dedicated to generating unlimited amounts of unique inspirational quotes for endless enrichment of pointless human existence.” Any connection to Spiro Agnew is coincidental. After a few minutes of wallowing in wisdom, the seeker takes a step further on their journey. “Welcome to Mindfulness Mode Turn on your speakers and press start to artificially intelligently generate infinite amounts of fulness for your empty human mind.” The MM voice tells instructive tales, some of which are presented below. The pictures today are Confederate soldiers from the War Between the States, furnished by The Library of Congress.

There was once a poor hermit who had his home in a mountain. One day, a hunter approached him, and said “excuse me, kind hermit, where can a hunter like myself find the most valuable treasure?” The hermit knew better than to talk to any hunter and kept his mouth shut. “Why so good?” asked the hunter. “That is because I want you as a son” replied the hermit. The hunter accepted this, and became like a son to the hermit in all meanings of the world, and later that fall he died under mysterious circumstances.

In the old world, a brave tailor once approached an attractive gorgon and asked her “how come you are so liked, you who are but an attractive gorgon?” “Oh, the reason for that is that I always is careful that every individual I meet with feels liked as well” replied the gorgon. The tailor had never before heard such truth stated so clearly, and after realizing its ramifications, he died and became known as the most liked tailor ever to have lived.

A poem from ancient Babylon tells the story about a brave midget who was on a quest for food to eat, when he encountered a pretty seer. “Can you tell me where to find food to eat?” he asked the seer. The seer immediately replied “of food to eat I do not know, for I am but a mere seer”. The midget thought long and hard about the answer from the seer. Then he pushed her off a cliff. Later in the evening the midget finally understood everything: every human life is shit in its own way if only we try our best. And then he died.

A long time ago lived a fearless giant who was born and raised in the mountains. One day, a boy approached him, and said “excuse me, dear giant, where can a boy like myself find a donkey?” The giant quickly answered “I do not know of a donkey for I am but a giant.” “How can that be?” asked the boy. “That is because I want you as a friend.” “a friend?” asked the boy. “Absolutely. A friend” replied the giant. The boy refused to be a friend to the giant, and the giant was was said to have be the most intelligent giant ever to have lived.

A long, long time ago lived a lazy hermit who was on the lookout for the holy grail, when he encountered an old lioness. “Can you tell me where in the kingdom I can find the holy grail?” he asked the lioness. The lioness quickly replied “of the holy grail I do not know, for I am only lioness”. The hermit thought long and hard about the lioness’s answer. Then he offered her his virginity as a reward. Later that day when he was punishing his servant, the hermit came to the realization: existence is a dream if only we do our best. He took a dagger to his throat and took his own life.

Centuries ago, in the dark ages, there was a bald-headed weaver who lived in the desert. One day, a knight came by him, and said “good evening, my good weaver, can you tell me where a knight like myself can find a place to rest for the night?” The weaver kept quiet. “Why do you behave like this?” asked the knight. “You do not know the meaning of ‘gentle'” replied the weaver. After some thinking the knight decided to become a lover to the weaver, and the weaver was was forever talked about as the most befriended weaver there ever was.

A hideous soldier once approached a mother and asked her “how can it be that you are so kind, you who are just a mother?” “Why, that is because I do not see myself as a mother” replied the mother. The soldier had never before heard such wisdom spoken, and after thinking about it for a long time, he was brutally murdered by a relative of the mother.

In the dark ages, a brave peasant once approached a crooked, old mother and asked her “why is it so that you are so liked, you who are merely a crooked, old mother?” “The answer to that is because I do not consider myself a crooked, old mother any more than I consider myself a widower” replied the mother. The peasant had never before heard such words put so plain, and took it with him for the rest of his life, and later in his life, he died unhappy.

A poem from ancient Japan tells the tale of a greedy traveller who was trying to acquire a place to hide from the law in the town square. It was was then that he encountered an attractive girl.”Girl! Where can I find a place to hide from the law?” he asked the girl. The girl did not have to think for even a second. “A place to hide from the law can not be found in the town square. Search where you left it the last time” said the girl. The traveller was thankful for the answer from the girl and did as she had said. Later the traveller had a stroke of insight: every human life is pain and suffering in its own way as long as we have faith. He never searched for a place to hide from the law again.

In China during the Ming Dynasty, an old midget once approached a princess and asked her “how can it be that you are so appreciated, you who are just a princess?” “Why, that is because I don’t see myself as a princess any more than I see myself as a boy” replied the princess. After hearing this the midget became sure that the princess had cast some kind of spell on him, and after considering the insight for a long time, he swore that he’s never speak to a princess again, and he didn’t.

Philosophy Of 2Girls1Cup

Posted in Library of Congress, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on December 11, 2018

A few years ago, the video “2girls1cup” was the rage of the day. A trailer for a trash Brazilian movie, the featurette shows two buxom young ladies sharing a plastic cup. The contents of the cup are supposed to be human waste … many suspect it is chocolate ice cream. Later, one of the players shares a technicolor yawn with the other. A plastic supply tube may be a prop.

The video is not in wide circulation today. If you go to the original site, you see nothing but porn, another opportunity to buy smut. It is just as well. Before posting a live address, it is time for the DISCLAIMER.

It is not suggested that you watch this. If you are sensitive, have a heart condition, or have just eaten (like, in the last month), you may want to look at something else. It is gross, disgusting, and without redeeming social value. It is not safe for work, and has great danger for play.

The original film is available at a .ca web address. This commentary goes with it:
What is Two Girls One Cup ? Two girls one cup (aka 2 girls 1 cup & cup video) is a trailer that was released in 2007 for the artistic film “Hungry Bitches” made by MFX Media. The daring work of art is an allegory for the concept of spiritual awakening. It examines the prevalent ideologies that are internalized in our culture, and in true post-modern form; the thematic piece tends to raise more questions than answers. The philosophical film has varying interpretations, which is why the 2 girls 1 cup film is still analysed and debated about to this date.
Chamblee54 has weighed in on this “matter” before. If you google “2girls1cup snopes,” Philosophy Of 2Girls1Cup is result number five. The dreaded “number two” result was from the Urban Dictionary, 2 girls 1 cup scam. “It’s probably a mixture of coffee cream cake filling and crunchy peanut butter”.

PG doubts that the creators of this epic had a message. They just wanted to make a bit of cheesy scat porn. Just because the creators of a work don’t intend for it to be a myth, that doesn’t stop the determined believer. Did the Council of Nicea intend their church canon to be taken as the inerrant Word of G-d? The texts in that canon were often allegorical stories, not literal truth.

Is there a deeper truth inherent in a tawdry vignette of snacking sisters? Maybe the cup is the Christ figure. The deposit in the cup represents the sin of mankind, forgiven through the sacrifice of Jesus on the cross. Jesus took the sins of man on his shoulders, and paid the price for these sins, just as the cup received the product of a young lady’s digestive system.

The trouble is, the girls then ate the forbidden flop. This compares to the way the church of Jesus Worship recycles sin. The poisonous anger and rudeness that Jesus paid for on the cross are fed back to the eager believers every Sunday.

After the excremental dessert, the actress hurled onto the breast of her willing dining companion. This stands in for the verbal abuse showered on worshipers every Sunday. Professional Jesus Worshipers project a vile output on the pew warmers. They think they are going to heaven as a result. Was this the message the producers of this video intended? The best course of action might be refusing to partake of the product. Pictures today are from The Library of Congress.