First of all if you're as tired of Politics in all its forms as I am about now, you'll be relived to learn that basically we aren't going to talk about that. I woke up a little before two this morning- - and I was thinking that short of having people like Sarah Palin or Ted Cruise as President- - nothing much will change in the lives of ordenary Americans (like Me) because when all is said and done it's people in your social and personal sphere who affect the course of your life. I was all set to do a rant called "No Words For My Love" after the Mc Cartney song- - which is really a song about God- - or more to the point people in the position of God in your life- - the ones with Gravitas and whose orbits you must conform to. So I started making a list of all those people who "Offended" me, and I don't mean just with words, but their attitude and basic philosophy of life "offends" me. But then I smoked that cigarette on the patio and Jim was out there grousing about whoever- - to somebody. I don't want to be another "Jim". He's complaining and gossiping 24 hours a day. Sometimes I think he's gossiping about me. So I got to thinking- - - Twelve Years - - that I've been without "Wine and Women" and I'm wondering why I haven't felt "quite myself" in a long time. Twelve years is an impressive number, no matter how you slice it. But the other problem is getting old, like Jagger sings about "What a drag it is getting old". "You know wine and women- is all I crave" because I was born under a bad sign or something. Of course another problem that's more than apparent that never used to be the case- - having money in the bank definitely helps. And what is the first thing you're going to buy with that Money - - - wine and women, of course! Getting old is a tripple pronged curse. First of all you are just spontanious and responsive and all that. You don't have the "energy" you used to, and you can take that any way you want. The other thing is when you look in the mirror and you don't like that bald head staring back at you - with the drooping muscles. You could always not look- - but you can't ask the entire female population out there to "not notice" how old you are. And the third thing is- - you hate the fact that women prospects themselves are most likely getting Old. I had an Eastern Religions teacher named Mr Grouver in the spring of 1973 and he said "With Buddahism you have the choice of diluting the wine and giving it to all of the people- - or else allowing a few chosen devotees to taste the fine wine full strength. I thought of this skit you could do to drive home the point that life long marriage is an absurdity. You start with really expensive- - chainte or something - - and first you drain 30% of the wine out and replace it with water- - sugar- - corn starch - - grape Kool-Aid, and people "yukk - - all that junk is in my food?" And then every seven years you dilute it by ten percent- - like clockwork. This is what most marriages are like. You know they say the average Bible Study lasts about two and a half years. So let's double that for a marriage- - and give it five years. Ask yourself this question- - would you rather have the good, undiluted wine for four years- - or have the diluted swill for forty years. If I had gotten married to Becky Daniels in 1973- - we would be in our fortieth year of marriage this year. To quote someone out of context "What would be the point?" I'd sooner have sex with my sister, if I had one. I mean you know Axel and Susan are really getting it on when they turn the cameras off. It's kind of a case of "OK I'll stop behaving like an idiot and you stop acting like a jerk- - and let's just have sex". I mean in the first place you know that the reason why parents come down so hard on their kids on dating and sex is because basically - - they're jealous as hell and wish They were young- - and in fact probably going through a "mid life crisis" themselves that they aren't telling you about. But really you could carry this "four year principle" into politics (so we managed to slip a little of it in anyhow.) I voted for Ronald Reagan in 1980 and I gave him four years, and then voted for the democrat. I thought that- - frankly four years of Reagan was enough. OK I "proved a point". We needed to get a little of our national pride back. We did that. And we had the 1984 Olympics and all. But instead people voted for Reagan in 1980 but the thing is we've still GOT Ronald Reagan's policies thirty-three years later. That's what you call - pathetic.
Several Months Ago - - I was in the Social Security office- - and noticed that two years before I began drawing checks- - and one year before I applied- - they stated I was "not disabled up to that point". I was somewhat relieved by this. I was afraid that diagonis is Stanley E Abott- - when I was nineteen and a few months of paranoid schtzophrenia- - would stick with me in some state records and some how the Social Security people got a hold of that record. But I guess they didn't. Fortunately this diagnosis "Which occurred at the onset of the decade - - (contrary to liner notes) was NOT a prognosis for the entire Decade, and of course we're talking about the 'seventies here and not the nineties. But even if we go back to the second half of 1991, it's not that I became mentally ill- - it's just that people like my family around me- - began acting really strange.
We talked about "Gravitas" a minute ago. We need to clarify something about Sirius A, B, and O. In Gene Scott's world, these are stars by that "Ziggy" group in Africa- - the "Dogone" people. For us they are Planets- - around a compound star system consisting of a bright and a dark star- - which might be a neutron star. Sirius A and Sirius 0 (that is, the planets) are rather far away from their own son- - but Sirius B is more earth like in that you get a lot of the same sunlight we have here. But I'm informed that the path of the sun is a little zig-zag. Some of this is the whole "common center of gravity" thing where it's basically the Dark mass rather than the one you SEE that the planet is rotating around. (There is a lesson here, kiddies) But Sirius B has a bigger problem. First of all there is a lot of gravitational pull from that dark star. There is an awful lot of Iron in that planet's crust- - and the iron is not evenly distributed- - so that the planet has kind of a jerky course- - throughout the day as it spins around its axis. So if you're using a sun dial on that planet- - don't count on getting reliable readings.
The whole top part of this posting hasn't been written yet. There are a few threads I've left dangeling that I want to remedy kind of like a Windows update. Some might warn you that I might be trying to do a Christin Di Mire job on you- - meaning I commit more offenses than I atone for. First of all- point one - - ZAC theology never tried to "conceal" the fact that Howard may not have been rich. This is evidenced by such songs as "Ain't No Fun Sitting Waiting Around to Be a Millionaire" and 'It's a long Way to the Top" by AC DC. This next thing just occurred to me in the last day or two. At no time am I aware of being told about Howard's funeral arrangements or where he was buried. I naturally assumed that perhaps his family was protective of him and took control of the body wanting to "protect him" from a bad crowd me may have gotten in with. The next question is 'How could he be a relation of yours if you claim you've never met him, or don't think you have". The exact relation is - - the son of a half first cousin, which would make him a half second cousin, I guess. Mal reminds me "Don't speculate on what you don't know, or you'll just get yourself into more trouble". OK there are photographs of Howard- - on the Catalina trip of early June of 1970 and if that date sounds suspicious, it should. In these photos there are a lot of foxy chicks on the boat but Howard looks half sick- - and has a camera in all of the shots. As to myself I never even owned a camera till I got my digital camera- - and a lot of places I go I forget to take it with me- even when I had been intending to. I can't get over this thing about "people with cameras are nerdy". Then we have the "Drive My Car" stuff- - we did a few months ago. Here the lie index is cranked up too high for comfort. While it's true that Allan my brother often said "Just don't say anything stupid" - - usually of older people whom Allan idolized - - there was no such "new encounter" here in early March of 1966. I picked this date perhaps because of the Johnny Rivers song- - or perhaps Bat Man being new to the air waves- - or "Drive My Car" being played on the radio- - and I was in Drivers Ed and all of that. But the biggest mystery that I'd like to "Solve" today is the reference to Denise D "Holding the other key". Let's just say I have come into posession of new knowledge of- - a certain swath of events from about late May to early July of 1970 that - - yeah an "unreleased diary" or what not, you might say. The Catalina trip is contained in this batch of stuff along with other trippy stuff. But I was ready to dismiss it as just her word- - - untill - - this is going to sound really strange - - but one event on a sarcasm laden sitcom - - pin pointed or sparked my memory- - of mine- - of an event in Her life- - that a lot of people say never happened. But since I remember it- - that's confirmation that it Did. So that memory increases Denise D's credibility on other stuff. I told you this whole paragraph wouldn't make sense. But I felt obliged to modify the record.
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