Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Proto_Dork_Safe_For_Patrol
A right of passage for the young male at Case De Ora Elementary was being recruited for the Crossing Guard. There were a limited number of uniforms, a red sweater like thing and a cap, and the staffs sporting stop signs were getting beat up by the time our sixth grade came along. This was back in the day when girls could be excluded from things based on gender, and they were excluded from the Crossing Guard for sure. Their domain was the ball and sporting good check out at recess, and they took their revenge often enough, doleing out the choice kick balls and teather balls to their same sex sisters and sticking the boys with deflated broken down gear. I don’t recall having any interest in being a crossing guard but its greatness was thurst upon me early in the 6th grade school year. There was a morning shift and an afternoon shift on the guard. The afternoon shift was the most desirable as you did not have to get to school half an hour early to do it, being that I just lived accross the street I think I was recrutied for ease of service more than anything else. The drill was that you met the teacher in charge that week behind the Cafatorium where a short set of steps lead up to the back stage area that served double duty as the Cross Guard room. Mostly the teachers just unlocked the door and made a b line to the lounge to get some coffee, a danish and have a smoke. A couple of teachers liked to make a para military exercise of it and make us march single file out to the corner to our posts. The Viet Nam conflict was in full swing, but we did not talk about it much if at all in school, we just watched it on TV while we ate dinner. Once we made it up to the street the Duty Sgt. of the day would assign a corner to each of the four guards and take his post at the corner nearest the bus stop with his staff. The Sgt. at arms staff did not have a stop sign attached, it was for directing the Guards Men to either stand at ease or lean their signs out into the road to stop up coming traffic. The Sgt. at arms also held the whistle, passed from mouth to mouth each day after a wipe with a foul tasting disinfectant swab. As kids came to school they would wait at what ever corner to be allowed to cross under the protection of the guard. Most drivers were pretty good about paying attention at the school corner but there was one incident where an older gentlemen decided to ignore the guards stop sign and just went rolling right through the intersection. The Sgt. on duty took down the Lic Plate and ran to the office, the police were called, and the man was pulled over down the hill as he was leaving the Mayfair Grocery to return home. He was informed that for all intents and purposes the Crossing Gaurd was a sanctified arm of the law and he was bound to obey their stop signs just like any other. That was a pretty cool day. I got tired of the guard after a while, it became clear to me that it was more and more of a recruting ground for the ROTC, and I knew that the ROTC was just a stepping stone to the military and then to Nam. The war had being going on for as long as any of us kids could recall, for all we knew we would be drafted after High School. Part of me did not want anyone thinking I was cut out for the military so I gave up most of my shifts as soon as I could.
Prozac II
I needed El Prozac to get me over the hump. Now I don't need it. It will be hell on earth, or what ever passes for hell on earth, if Dr. H does not get me off of this soon.
I mean if I have to stay on it for another 2 or 3 months, I shall be cool with that, anything other that....Oh Dog!
My Life In The Bush Of Dorks : It Was My Weekend.......Monday, November 5, 2007 at 11:26am
I went to the Blade Runner premier 20 years after it first came out. It took Ridley Scott 20 years to get it write. After the Warner Bros took it, 20 years ago and in some over dubbed and some sound track work it was OK then. It was not as he saw fit. Anyhow after 20 years he got it right. No over dubbed no sound track work it was awesome. It was real as in Philip K. Dick regarded Roy Batty ( Ruther Hauer) as "the perfect Batty --cold, Aryan, flawless."
It was to real and in perfect digital format, flawless, and to you could see the pours in their faces.
Saturday -
Wristcutters - A Love Story was at the Plaza De Ora. It was awesome. Everybody is there as suicides. And they live in this place, a run down Lancaster, where no body cares about anything.
It worked on so many levels.
Sunday -
We went for a walk, I got up at 5AM thinking it was 6AM (time change) and screwed around waiting for the Starbucks to open and then got a coffee at Jack In The Box. We went to Rattlesnakes and were up it and down it at 90 minuets instead of the 115 minutes. Got a nap in and then Susanne came over and I got some speech therapy.
My Life In The Bush Of Dorks : Chewbacca.........Friday, November 9, 2007 at 12:58pm
I think that of all the Star Wars characters my gut instinct tell be to go with Chewbacca.
There is not a lot to go on. He is hairy. It does not speak English. And that is good.
There are times when he gets some mischievous look on his face, like when the Storm Trooper is about to get it.
My Life In The Bush Of Dorks : There was no hill.... Thursday, November 15, 2007 at 3:48pm
"Why do we have to go."
There was a stretch off the right that would be hell to get out. I wanted to push Dawson in it and keep on walking.
"We do what we have to, we go so we have to go."
"But why, why do we have to?"
I could see a light off in the distance. It gave me a place to focus.
"Why do we have to? Because."
Dawson looked like he was going to puke. He huddle himself up in his jacket. He waited to say:
"Why."
But he knew the answer.
"We just have to make it over the hill, then everything will be good."
There was no hill, nothing but a night road leading off into nothing.
"Were is the hill?"
"Just wait for it, wait for it…..
My Life In The Bush Of Dorks : Hound Dog.......Friday, November 16, 2007 at 12:16pm
It was Monophonic, the record player, long before stereos came into being. I was four years old. It was 1964. In 1956 Elvis Presley made a hit out of Hound Dog. It went like this:
At four I can't recall much but I do recall my Brother Steve in his Senior Year. I remember him coming to me.
"Danny, do you want to lessen to Elvis playing Hound Dog."
I told him I did.
Hound Dog would be something odd. I don’t now who Elvis was. But my brother was going to show me. He had a 45rpm, and he wiggled it from it sleeve. He placed it on the record player.
And hit the stylus, it went pop and then:
You aint nothin but a hound dog
Cryin all the time.
You aint nothin but a hound dog
Cryin all the time.
Well, you aint never caught a rabbit
And you aint no friend of mine.
When they said you was high classed,
Well, that was just a lie.
When they said you was high classed,
Well, that was just a lie.
You aint never caught a rabbit
And you aint no friend of mine.
We played it twice. We were going to try it a third time but Mom put an end to it. Hound Dog was Elvis playing Rock and Roll. It hit me to my bones. I was never the same after that. I never saw that 45rpm again. Steve new it, the Hound Dog new it, I new it, Elvis new it. I would be hooked.
My Life In The Bush Of Dorks : Too Joan.... Monday, November 19, 2007 at 10:26am
I am not alone
To Joan to Joan
"Why do you punish me?"
Forever I keep my Jacket
Forever I eat my Peas.
Forever I am number one.
"What did I ever do to deserve this?"
I made that abundantly obvious.
That wasn't my fault.
I paid for it.
I paid.
Alas to Joan.
I am not alone
To Joan to Joan.
It is easier for me, one I have the stroke, two I did only had her for 18 or 19 years, and after that it was 2 or 3 times a year after that, and I had no trouble telling her to fuck off. Essentially I have some doubts but they are MY doubts and I will deal with them. It is odd for me. I have nothing to say about them, and that make me nuts, so I go forth with it and I muster all I can. There is nothing.
I know there were times that made me sick to death of them.
And there were times, I could not feel anything.
It was awful and as it played out, it was bad news…..
I am grateful they got us each $82K, that is enough for me to make it trough this, and I am sorry I could not do more with it.
It was odd for me being raised my by parents, my grand parents as it were, I always though of then as grand parents and maybe keep them away from me, for a bit.
Bill and Joan : Rest In Peace.
My Life In The Bush Of Dorks : Wed thru Sat.....Monday, November 26, 2007 at 11:22am
We, Savannah and I, got up around 6am and after driving to the gas stations and the Starbucks we the road to San Francisco. It was awesome. We had a Hotel, Cathedral Hill, off Geary and Van Ness, it was nice. We had lunch at Jac's in the Hotel, Chicken Strips and Club House which with split down the middle. And then we hoofed it over to take a Cable Car, off California. Along the way I though of Brian Tingle who live there, and got a call to him via the cell phone to Rose who then fire him off a email and he called us back. We meet him at the 39 pier. Then we headed up the China Town. Wandered around there a bit and at about 5:30pm we got some dinner. The Pot Stickers was a nice looking restaurant. We got Orange Chicken, Broc, Veggie with Chow Mien, Veggie Egg rolls and Pot Stickers ( pork ). We headed out of there and hit the China Town again.
We made it over to someplace that would take it back to the Hotel. Said good bye to Brian and hit the bus. We were back around 7:30pm. We called Kim. She said I had quite a day. I had to go to sleep then.
Thursday
It was Thanksgiving. We got a call on Wednesday that Kim had a sister, Andrea who had a boyfriend, Dan, who lived only six blocks from our Hotel. We gave her a call and sent up meeting them around 6PM at Jac's. We got some room service. We had a Bagel, Cream Cheese, a Milk, Coffee for one and some French Toast and some Apple Smoke Bacon. Then we went down to the garage and took out the car out. We headed down to the Golden Gate Bridge. We roamed around there. Got some good pictures. And then we headed off too the Metro, a five story monolith where we got hot dogs and skittles and popcorn and a drink and watch August Rush, it was a tear jerker. Then we made it back to the Hotel to wait for Andrea and Dan. We meet them around 6:30PM. We had Turkey Dinners. After that we made it down to her apartment, got some
Chocolate ice cream on the way there. And made it there for an hour before Savannah said he wanted to go back to the hotel. So we caught a bus and were back and to bed.
Friday
We sleep in on Friday, or later. We ordered OJ, Coffee, a waffle that came with strawberries, and Eggs Benedict. Then we hit the bus down to Union Square. We got Savannah an Xmas present at the Old Navy, and a ear rings at the Macys. The ear rings were from the Thursday where she went into the pool with them bought but only came out with won. It took us three hours to make it from the Macy's (one hour) the Zoo. Then two hours to make it back from there. The Zoo was nice enough. We had Chicken Strips and a Chicken Sandwiches there. The Bus ride back from there was a mess. Then we made a trip to China Town again. We walked it. Got the Chinese Sword and some other stuff and then took the bus home. We got back to the Hotel and then drove to the Metro. We get into to This Christmas. Got out of that at 8:30pm and made it to the Hotel and then went to Mel's Dinner .
She got a Club Sandwich and I had a Meatloaf with Chicken Soup. We made it back home and I stayed awake till nearly 11:30pm.
Saturday
We had room service again, Milk, Coffee, a waffle ( that did not come with strawberries) and Eggs and a sausage. Got every thing loaded in the car and went off via the 101 to the 1 and were back home at 5:30pm.
Crying oh my cryring......Friday, December 28, 2007 at 1:37pm
X
We had four tickets but we only used two of them.
X took the stage around 11pm and played till 12:30am.
It was interesting for me to get out.
Here is Rose (Kim) and a certain someone for you.
We took this as the band started playing.
It was good going home.
My Life In The Bush Of Dorks : July 14th YIKES!
I am better this year, although I have to take time to recall stuff and I have not finished the book I am reading for 2 months, well maybe it is a month....
It is coming together, an "inch" at a time, but it is working.
I am thinking with I go back to Dr. H's I will get him to take me off the Prozac, that will be good.
7/15/60 good dog!
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Prozac
I recall everything.
My lingo went south, it was fried.
Prozac in popular culture
Because of its wide appeal as a popular anti-depressant, Prozac has had numerous references to it in popular culture, including many books, movies, and songs. The autobiographical book Prozac Nation was authored in 1994 by Elizabeth Wurtzel; it was turned into a movie of the same name, Prozac Nation, in 2001, starring Christina Ricci. A 1993 book, Listening to Prozac, was a generally critical look at Prozac and its side effects. Another book, Talking Back to Prozac, also focuses on Prozac side effects.
Vanilla Ice has a song called "Prozac." After having the drug prescribed for her, Cheryl Wheeler wrote and recorded a song called, "Is It Peace, Or Is It Prozac?" The British band Killing Joke has a song called "Prozac People." Rap artist Jay-Z makes reference to Prozac in his song "Nigga What, Nigga Who."
Bowling For Soup refer to Prozac in the line "one Prozac a day" in the song "1985".
A famous French record label called "Pro-Zak Trax" was created in 1994, possibly earlier. Their music style is mostly deep house music.
Prozac helped me.
It got my Brain firing again.
So it was the stroke which brought on the Prozac. I was happy long before the stroke. And will be happy again after the Prozac is done.
Now it is the blasé I feel from time to time, that and the Akathisisa ("constant pacing, purposeless movements of the feet and legs, and marked anxiety,") and the sexual dysfunction ( I am libido less.) I can take all these things for the lingo. Let me tell you about that.
You can see the languages center of by Brain was fried. Now I recalled everything, I could not make since from it, but I recalled everything. If that is to be understood. I new Kim ( my wife ), Dylan (my son) and Savannah (my daughter), everything about them. But as it was I could witness each thing they did. And lingo-wise I could not put the picture together, I could see them , lets say reading from a book. After they were done with it. I could not recall a single thing. I new it - but I didn't know it. So after 18 months of this, 18 months! This is about 5% of my Adult Life. 18 months of this I can read : Wired, Rolling Stone, News Papers, Google News etc. It is getting better. Now the books, the books I use to read in an afternoon, the books just leave me, well, who cares! And the movies I use to watch, who cares! It is funny I can watch funny stuff, Knocked Out gives me a roll each time. I went to see Wanted with Kim, and was floored when she came out of it raving about it. Huh? Raving about it? It was for all the glamour and style that went in to Wanted, I was left with nothing, I saw it, experienced it, my did not "take in" any of it.
Church Of The Inspirational Rattlesnake : Aug 3, 2006
The routine is mostly the same, except when punctuated by travel, illness or sloth. Monday through Friday I rise from a few to 30 minutes before Starbucks at Five Points Plaza opens at 5 in the morning. Natural body functions ensue in a orderly fashion if I am lucky. By exactly 5 AM I am walking from my car to the coffee shop door. 345 out of 365 times I ask for a simple Dopieo ( two freshly pulled shots of expresso in a short cup) all other times I ask for a Triple Soy Latte in a short cup. One out of perhaps twelve times I get a blueberry scone as well. One third of the time I get a bottle of water or a small orange juice. By 5:16 to no later than 5:25
To Lurk Or Not To Lurk : from July 31, 2006
Ok, I admit it, I am a lurker. Not by the classical definition of the word:
LURK