07 Saturday Oct 2017
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This is a quote from St Edith Stein who took the name Theresa Benedicta upon entering the Carmelite Order. A convert from Judaism, she died at Auschwitz 8 August, 1942.
“The world does not need what you have, but who you are.”
07 Saturday Oct 2017
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Sorry, folks. I am a Son Of A Bitch.
04 Wednesday Oct 2017
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Sometimes the choices we have aren’t life-altering. They’re just options, like “regular”or “decaf”. Tonight I just can’t force myself to watch another baseball game, even if it is my beloved Yankees playing the wild card play-in game. So I’m watching a Russian language World War II movie. I studied Russian in high school fifty years ago. I can still, sorta, kinda read the Cyrillic alphabet. There are no subtitles and the acting and the visual images have to get the story across. But I’ve watched dumber stuff with keener interest, e.g. porn.
Russia is a fascinating place. The art, architecture, the music, the Russian Orthodox practice of Christianity, I would love to go there.
#2 Son texted about a deep fat fryer to make donuts the next time we get together. I am all in for that. Maybe I can talk him into beignets. I don’t have a deep fat fryer, but I would buy one if it means I get to see my son.
Back at the movie, It’s 22 June 1941 and, unbeknownst to the characters, the Germans are about to attack. As Gomer Pyle used to say, “Surprise! Surprise!”
This particular film centers around women soldiers serving as antiaircraft gunners, a job many female troops had in the Red Army. It is a visually interesting film, particularly with the nude scene in the Russian bath, and the accompanying striking with the birch branches. If this movie is to be believed, there were NO ugly women in the Red Army. Who knew?
Meanwhile, I now own a Kindle©. The challenge is to get it registered since it was a gift and I need my Amazon password to register it, a password I have, of course, forgotten. So Jeff Beezos’s minions are getting back to me on that.
Whilst writing this entry, #2 son called. He further elaborated on his food plans. They are as amorphous over the phone as they were in the text. He has this idea to fix deep-fried sushi, the preferred sushi of Sumo wrestlers? Somebody out there makes it. ” Here in America, we call that fish sticks, Son.” I felt like saying.
30 Saturday Sep 2017
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29 Friday Sep 2017
Posted in Exercise/ Fitness, Family, Sexual Identity, Sexuality, Uncategorized
Yes Sirree, Boy! Where did the time go? It seems like only last week I was hip deep in the muck of a Presidential Election, but that was 11 months ago. Now…
It seems like I was just buying Hallowe’en candy to give away to the urchins pounding on my door, (or, most likely, eat myself).
It seems like only just the other day, I was wondering if I would ever see my abdominal muscles again or weigh under 200 lbs, much less 185. Had you told me six months ago, I would swim two miles, without stopping, and think nothing of it, I would have laughed. Since April, I have shredded a lot of notions I held about what a 66 year old retiree is supposed to look like and what his capabilities are.
I have also become quite comfortable living with conflicting ideas about politics, relationships, the very nature of love itself. Try truly not caring about what somebody else thinks, but just love them, not in a superficial and/or a sentimental way. Love someone in the sense that you care about their welfare, that you want to see them live another day. Love someone, expecting nothing out of it for yourself.
Right now the figurative elephant in my cranium I’m avoiding writing about is sex. My sexual imagination is rich, deeply influenced by ideas of domination and submission and their accompanying ritual acts. Yet my sex life is chaste. I wrote a little story House Boy , detailing a fantasy I had. There are more up there.
Would I like to act out? Hell yes, in the worst way, but I know how the real world operates. I also love the woman I am married to. That Love and that vow of love I made controls taking any action that contradicts that vow.
And you wonderful people who stop and read what I write, thank you. I read what you share. I am in awe of your courage and willingness to sit at a key board, pound the letters, and sweat blood.
I am on my way to becoming a writer of online erotica, the least likely job/avocation I thought I would have. It will be fiction.
“Don’t try this at home, kids!” will be my motto. But sometimes it just needs to be written.
28 Thursday Sep 2017
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It is after midnight. I am tired. Yet there is no desire to go to bed. There is a psychic hurt. I do not wish to sleep beside my wife.
I am watching an old travelogue about Buenos Aires from the late Forties or Fifties on YouTube. It is public relations produced for the Peron Regime.
There are worse things to do.
12 Tuesday Sep 2017
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Sirach 18 : 26 – From morning until evening, the time will be changed, and all these are swift in the eyes of God.
11 Monday Sep 2017
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This van speaks for itself. As long as we can immortalize The King on our vehicles, the American Spirit is alive and well.
31 Thursday Aug 2017
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Mrs CorC? was laid off last week in a cost-saving move by corporate. Sucks. We are using the down time to clear out junk in the old hacienda. I took some books to the Y for their book sale. My dream is that we will be rid of enough stuff to commence work on the home remodel. The pricy stuff will be new windows, a rear patio door and hardwood flooring downstairs. With luck, we can have the house ready for the family at Christmas or Thanksgiving.
I’ve been on course to reach my weight loss goals. My swimming is coming along, well uh, swimmingly. I will do a 2-mile swim now without a second thought.
I live in Richmond, Virginia. We have in Richmond, an avenue where Confederate monuments are placed in positions of honor. They have been here for over a century. It is lovely statuary in an exquisite urban setting. If political ideology clouds your aesthetic sense, you will be offended by monuments to Robert E. Lee and others. Sorry. The street, Monument Avenue, is lovely . Destroying beautiful things are what barbarians do. Art is also supposed to make one think and frequently makes us uncomfortable. Think about that.
Yes, I know all about slavery. We Southern white males are not idiots. Nor are we ignorant. How is destroying Monument Avenue, even with its allusion to a tragic past, going to eliminate the horror of slavery from our history ? Books in this country are already banned for superficial reasons. The Adventures Of Huckleberry Finn is not taught in schools because Mark Twain used the “N” word. The study of history and literature isn’t for the timid. Art isn’t about sentimentality. How can people we don’t much care for or agree with create beautiful things? Yet they do. And always have.
This has been on my mind for a while. I needed to express my thoughts.
29 Tuesday Aug 2017
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