Wherewithal

Dictionary

wherewithal

The necessary means, especially financial means: didn't have the wherewithal to survive an economic downturn.

Slang Dictionary

wherewithal [ˈʍɛrwɪθɑl] n. money. : I don't have the wherewithal to invest in anything like that. n. motivation; gumption. : As soon as I get some wherewithal, I'll get a new computer.

I don't have the wherewithal to manage a stroke. I can only do what I do, in essence.

Yes, it seems like ages ago "wherewithal" was forced into my being. If folks asked me :

"Are you going to get a new car?"

I would say.

"Wherewithal"

or

"Your back yard looks nice."

I would say.

"Wherewithal"

Money. Motivation. Gumption. It could mean any of those things and for example, if you said the sky is falling. My response could have been :

"Wherewithal"

wherewithal  (adv.)

"means by which," 1535, from where + withal. The noun is first recorded 1809.

Or it could mean : "I am astounded that the, means by which, your hat blew away!"

It could have come from 1809 if you want to know the truth.

Or it could mean:

wherewithal----------means------substance

During the stroke I did not have the means or substance so wherewithal was the term.

Or during the stroke I did not have the means or substance, I just wanted to sleep : wherewithal.

In fact "wherewithal" left me 1.2 years ago. To which I say:

Good Bye wherewithal, see you soon!

Religious

Bill Maher brings home a fact that has left me dumb founded for years on end. I was brought up in a Presbyterian house hold. And was, in fact, cast out of the Church for bringing up, in Sunday School, a problem when I was eight years old. I wanted to know how Jesus, who was dead as far as I was concerned, came alive after days and was brought up to Heaven. I wanted to know how the Doctors made him go from dead to un-dead. And wouldn't that mean he was a Zombie? The Church Lady was all up in arms over this. It was a question I though had to be answered. So there I went, un-christened, for the rest of my life.

I mean, I was eight years old, who was I going to tell? I just went on with my life at that point. Until I had a stroke at age 46. I was left with no speech. Inside I was OK, but outside, I was a mess. There was no paralysis. In fact you would not look at me and tell there had been any change at all. It took me 2.10 years to get over the stroke. During the stroke, I watch Religious and it really hit home with me. During the stroke, Meditation was one of the ways I brought peace to myself. But the whole Zen, Buddhist thing made me uneasy. But I did it anyway.

So why is it that Meditation brings in all sorts of kooks?

 It was like : "He's into Meditation."

"Oh really, he must be a Buddhist!"

What? I am into Meditation because it strengthens my mind. That is it.

Anyway, back to Bill, it is cool he really came at it, getting the facts straight and staying with it. But with Religious there is going to be, well, a Holy War to end all Holy Wars. It will not take a month, a year, 10 years this is going to be a frightful case in which no one can win. There are many, many among us who say this :

There is nothing after we are dead. We are ashes in the wind.

And that is ok.

But the there are others for the cash it brings in, for the "Holy Scriptures" it brings forth and they will say your are either for us or against us. And the "against us" will bring down the whip to so you whose the boss.

Old Crow Medicine Show

"Chuck Mead and the Old Crow Medicine Show"

Chuck Mead was great, I would have been happy with him and his band of brothers but the Old Crow Medicine Show came up next and it was awesome!!!
It was a hooting and barn storming evening flanked buy a banjo ( it was a guitar actually ) and a banjo ( 5 string ) on the right and left side and fiddle/harp/guitar, bass, and guitar in the middle. Did I tell you it was awesome?
I did not think they would ever be in SB at the Lobero Theater, when I saw them on VH1 3.5 years ago. But here they were.
"....drink the corn liquor let the cocaine be....cocaine is going to kill my honey bee...."
 

El Dog at the Pier

The beach was foggy....

Dan and Ron

Tinglator

Converse.....el-holes in el-bottom

Wore both of these out, I must have walked 1000 miles in them. Lets see, 3 miles a day times a 365 days = 1095 miles....yup....

Spock

Way back in the dark ages we had a Black and White TV, until I moved out of the house at 19. So my experience with Spock was in Black and White. It really didn't matter. Spock was Spock. Gene Rodenberry did a good job on him. Leonard Nimoy brought Spock to the front of the Star Trek series. Right up there with Capt. Kirk. Spock has a place in my heart. Everything I ever new was from Spock, back in the days of the B&W TV. Basically every day at 4pm Star Trek came on the TV. And I was there. Spock was up there with The Meeting Of The Minds, he used this to get inside the head of another character. It was great TV back in 1966 - 1969, it was still great TV when I watch it back in 1974 until 1977. Live long and prosper Spock, live long and prosper.

H2O on El Moon!

The discovery of water on the moon will bolster Nasa's long-term goal of establishing a permanently crewed outpost there. The space agency is developing a new generation of rockets and crew capsules capable of reaching the moon which are due to fly within five years of the space shuttle fleet being retired next year.

Since the Apollo missions brought back the first clumps of lunar soil and rock in the 1960s, scientists have worked on the assumption that the moon is bone dry. Small traces of water found in some of the samples were dismissed as contamination picked up while the material was being handled on Earth.


From Discovery.

Cigar Box Guitar

Of my love of the halo ended player to be wanted.

I wrote this around the time that I had to go on Prozac at 8-14-07 .... dear me....

Dearest my dearest my want to be my whole hearted my bubbles. Why hath you forsaken me? Do you not here my please? Can you want something I have not given you? Are my harbors to significant. My paltry won tons not heavy enough for you? I understand you want what you want, some dibble, some lotion, some razor chips it bequeaths you. I understand. I understand. What drizzle I understand, I need your come-up-once, to play the way you play. You're being suggest this into what I no to me true. In to that I can money lend you, to trouble to want to money money lend you! I have no course of action to take. To take my longing. I beseech you to no avail.

Honey drips for your orfeus, it leaks, it want you to be real, to taste it, to feel it, to real it. You want to be real. To real. I can bequeath you, it is the monday, the tuesday, the wendsday on and on it goes the one day I want you to have it. We figure it to be unrequested.

And you alone can make it last, a day, a week for ever and ever. To say what is unreal, unwinding, un un un. The say it can be only thus. Your tube. Your erective. Your fug hole for my tun. Your being, wanting, to real to my forsaking. I find your wholly can you see it? Can you touch it? No, no never. We see you as you already are. To take it behind a pulled curtain. To want it like none other than.

You can take it in your tung. Your effectiveness. Your dreams. I can hold it thus. Thus is mine. Mine. Do you want it to me yours? I will give it to you. My thoughts, my actions thus thus thusly for us. In my friend, my pozole, my poseque, my POS. We wait, we wait for a positive reaction to my heart. We wait for a plant operator selection system. We wait. Can we do it? Can my heart take it? My bubbles?


This is what I must do, I take my bubbles to the extreme of the extreme to wait for it. Dearest my dearest my want to be my whole hearted my bubbles. To unsuit you.To unzipped me. To wragle my boot straps. To whom it may concearn I leave my body untrue to you. Can it be what I think it might me, a wiggle and a tickle and best? Aye the best! Dodging the staringly glassy eye of countenance.

Can you be with it? Behind a pulled curtain. Can you take it thus? Can you take it thus for me to be you for you to be me. Allowence for the skipper. True. True that! Any allowence be ture to your upkeep, your allowence be true to you. When I come up to your pale green curtain I can sence you. Pale green like a bodice. And behold your fitted lenghly stares, you come up, come down, come down. Can you taste me then? Can I taste you? When we wage a war within our confines, a legthy battle, a truce, a ure. Our feelies going to grips, our tonque feelies too. All of you I want in me. In me I want all of you. For some money takes what it takes. Are feeling being with us with us us us. In this moment I can just what I just what I feel for you in always something. Some thing. Some thing you can not mention. A buzz I can not feel, a buzz I can not wait, a buzz I an note longer feel the waiting to be it.

Hath you of your love requested thusly.

"Near do well I speak I spoke I stutteer to think. Least ways I do undo others. Far be it from me, your travells are many, and your might is many so take it as you will. Here it be, a pleasure for your doc. Least ways you take it to be true, all others forsaken, all others. Wilest thou provoke me? Wilest thou undo me? Take it as you can. You speak to me of belonging, you speak to me? I have what I have here in my possesion would you want to take it as you can, then you shall take it as a man. Bleary eyed. But take it as a man. I know not of you. My pause bring in roughy $135000, least way I do my udders to $25000. Brings me $110000 per chance. Every year."

I think to know if him, put is it alway thus. The cart before the horse and we go round and round. His pleasure is my pleasure. His dome is my dome be it away him. I check him out. Tall but pourty, a swagger in his step, his burly head shaved clean. He wants my pleasure but he could be well with another.

"Aye, I accept it, $110000 per year. And I want it to be true, to be true. I am what I am."

To be true I have it all and redouble it then. I see her green. green bodice and I think it, to be yours and yours alone?

I take step back and think about it.

"Well, well," I said, " let us true it up shall we. We look again at the door and take it thusly. I have my kin set in motion, and my motion set with the harvest. I set here, it the kin a motion where you take four orbits of the harvest and $200000."

He burly head shaved clean and he wants some of the harvest, any thing of the harvest to be right and rain. He runnes a hand over his face and shake his head.

"Ah, well, four orbits of the harvest?"

"Two" I say.

"Well. Then I think we have some parlaying to do."

Subject: Murderous Intent

Toastmasters, guests, congressmen and senators....
How to get away with....murder.

There has to be, for you, a murderous intent. You can go about it in the usual way.

A bullet placed squarely in the head.

A blunt object, thwacked accoss the noggin'.

Or, stangulation.

In essence, all very fine, you need to wipe off the gun and place it in a deep dark well, or the ocean.

A thwak to the head, you need to rub the goo and blood off of the object.

Or stangulation, a mess to be sure, you could always see the fear of being murdered in the eyes of the suspect.

But, there are other ways to get on with a murder. Lets look at :

Tripping

Poison

or, the car.


A trip in time.

People sustain such injuries by stumbling on stairs; slipping in bathtubs; falling off ladders and step stools; and tripping over garden hoses, dog leashes, and household appliance cords. But what you really need is a trip where they shall fall to there doom. You need to be one with the suspect.

You will need to lull him or her into a feeling of squishiness. Again, tripping from a stairwell can do it, if their bones are frail. But sometimes they hang on, long enough to get you. And that is not what you want.
No far from it. You need to find someplace where the bottom is a mixture of sharp stones where a body falling to it, gets, well, mangled.
Oh, lets see.
A mountain is good, or the sea shore, any place where there are sharp stones when they tumble down to their doom.
You might try just tripping the suspect off of the cliff. And shouting:

" Hang Ten you murderous ramble rouser!!!"

All the while the suspect will be thinking :

"What have I done to deserve this?"

You should hear them go splat when the reach the sharp stones at the bottom of the cliff.

That is a feeling you should cherish forever.

Poison in as poison does,

Throughout human history, intentional application of poison has been used as a method of assassination, murder, suicide and execution.

I prefer cyanide.

You can get it anyplace that specializes it laboratory environments. All you need with the poison is to get a wine glass, or any cocktail, and drop the cyanide into it. Making sure you have the poison in your right hand to offer drink to the suspect. There will be some flaying about as the poison goes down there gullet. You will be able to have your wine or cocktail while the suspect says :

"What have I done to deserve this?".

Car Wash , as it were.

Now with the car you need to, in the middle of the night, climb under the car and snap off the brake lines. You should have a hammer and a chisel and some wrenches. Now if the suspect drives on flat ground, you
could have a problem, in essence the brake line shall go out and they will cost to a stop. What you need are hills, hills with step incline for the car to go over while the suspect says:

"What have I done to deserve this?"

Well you shouldn't have gotten rid of the nanny or the sales associate. I mean, come on! What you want is too pick a spot where you can watch the brake system go out while the car is running down the
mountain. And then watch at the car goes over the cliff, and flames shoot out once the car hits on impact. Maybe even get a scream or two.

Well there you have it, murderous intent by way of tripping, poison or the car.

In essence you really need to think about the murderous intent, and come up the the choice that is YOURS to choose.

Make a day of it.

The President

I have got to say who cares if Obama , yhea The President, is Black, White, Hispanic, Asian, Hindu, or what have you. He is THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES. I don't care that racism has got you down in the dumps, I am sorry for you but THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES can not help you either. You have to live with it I suppose. But come on, he was raised buy a loving parents, yes one was Black and the other was White. So he is inter-racial, who cares. I was raised by loving parents who were, for a fact, racial, they looked down on Jews, Blacks, Hispanics, Asians from there lofty tower. They were damaged beyond recognition.


My Grandfather on my Moms side was a Ku-Klux Klan member and my Dad was a racist and came from South Carolina. You can not be any more racial that that. I should have been damaged too, But I was not. I cried for them and their hatred. I did not go along with it.

This sort of thing has gone beyond where it needs to go, down in the depths of racial hatred. I mean come on, really, come on. It really has to do with color? Color? What the hell?

The fact that Obama, as President, can change things. Things like Health Care, like rolling back the Constitution to were it was prior to Bush, getting us out of Iran, making sure the bottom half and the top half of earners pay the appropriate amount in Taxes. Things like that. Really that is all we can ask of him.



He is, when all is said and done, a person. Obama is a person, can we let racial attitudes drag us down into the gutter, or can he do his job as best he sees fit.

I never left

I never left. My brain went but I did not. I was still here, functioning as best I could. In the beginning their was darkness which gave way to light. Darkness in that my speech was whacked by the stroke, gone but not forgotten. Light in every day I woke up from the darkness to envision my life again. It was a slow, slow progression. Everyday for 2.9 years I woke up and just did it again. Everyday. What else was I going to do? I was done in by plague which gathered in the Carotid arteries. Damn you plague! Butter and Beef did me in. But the stroke got me at 46 years old. If I had been 56 their would have been no hope. I would have gotten the Carotid Endarterectomy and still had to fight against the Aphasia, which instead of taking me 2.9 years it could have taken 5 or 7 years, or more.




Just in the last 6 months, from May to September, I made leaps and bounds back to were I was prior to the stroke. On 9/14/09 I awoke not to feeling the darkness around me, I woke up to feeling A-OK. Which is remarkable.



So instead of having a stroke at age 46 which is awful is as awful does I could have had it at 56 and been done for. So now I am 49, just coming out of the stroke and I know what I have to do to not have the stroke again. Which is all I could hope for. In time I hope to work with stroke victims, either work with them on the right or left side (paralysis) or Aphasia. In time everything should be OK. I never left.

Catholic Boy

1980/81
It was down it LA where J-nine, Helga and Patrick wanted to go see The Jim Carroll Band. It was after his release of "Catholic Boy". I was blown away buy it. There was maybe, 50 people there, we went outside and got to see him up close. He came out wraped in a towel, dripping with sweat.

Now is is dead at 60, a heart attack, given the use of all the drugs he could fathom.

I shall remember The Jim Carroll Band forever. It was sweet, I say, sweet!

Dad wearing "S" glasses

Dad glasses

Marco with glasses

Marco glasses

Dreaming

It has been a while since I experience Dreaming.
From time to time I awoke with the faint tastes of Dreaming. But none of it was like I was Dreaming, whole hearted Dreaming. I used to go to sleep knowing I would Dream again. Not so for the past 2.9 years since El Stroke. I woke up with no Dreams, which was frustrating. I used to ,in the land prior to El Stroke,
wake up and come to terms with the Dream as I lay their awake for the first 2 minutes, before I would start my day. Now after El Stroke, at 2.9 years, I Dream again. Nothing really, just Dreaming a Dream.
But I was told, given my 46 years on earth, I would Dream again, so at 49 here I am Dreaming again. Ah, to Dream! I beseech thee, a Dream is still a Dream!

Savannah wears glasses