Susie Duncan Sexton's Blog, page 2
August 16, 2019
New! Old Type Writer: Marianne Williamson, move over
New Old Type Writer! A poem entitled: “Marianne Williamson, move over.” Talk of the Town Whitley County publisher Jennifer Zartman Romano writes, “Columnist Susie Duncan Sexton brings us an installment of her column complete with a rhyming assessment of current events. Check it out here.”
http://talkofthetownwc.com/oldtypewri...
Excerpt:
Tweeting a bloggy podcast thingie now, and my muted show follows for all the boys and girls and all the ships at sea:
Questions bombard my cranium deeply within the fissures and lobes creasing my cerebrum and cerebellum. Gee?
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter and its follow-up Misunderstood Gargoyles and Overrated Angels - print and ebook versions of both are available on Amazon (click the title).
The books are also carried by these fine retailers: Ann Arbor's Bookbound and Common Language; Columbia City's Whitley County Historical Museum; and Fort Wayne's The Bookmark.
And you can download from iTunes.
Meet other like-minded souls at my facebook fan page
Visit my author website at www.susieduncansexton.com
Join a great group of animal advocates Squawk Back: Helping animals when others can't ... Or Won't
http://talkofthetownwc.com/oldtypewri...
Excerpt:
Tweeting a bloggy podcast thingie now, and my muted show follows for all the boys and girls and all the ships at sea:
Questions bombard my cranium deeply within the fissures and lobes creasing my cerebrum and cerebellum. Gee?
__________________________
Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter and its follow-up Misunderstood Gargoyles and Overrated Angels - print and ebook versions of both are available on Amazon (click the title).
The books are also carried by these fine retailers: Ann Arbor's Bookbound and Common Language; Columbia City's Whitley County Historical Museum; and Fort Wayne's The Bookmark.
And you can download from iTunes.
Meet other like-minded souls at my facebook fan page
Visit my author website at www.susieduncansexton.com
Join a great group of animal advocates Squawk Back: Helping animals when others can't ... Or Won't
May 19, 2019
Latest Old Type Writer ... "Thoughts & Prayers: Navigating in a Sea of Zombies"
View original post here as published on Jennifer Zartman Romano's "Talk of the Town Whitley County."
"Health food may be good for the conscience but Oreos taste a hell of a lot better."
"The technology available for film-making now is incredible, but I am a big believer that it's all in the story."
"It's an honor putting art above politics. Politics can be seductive in terms of things reductive to the soul." ~ Robert Redford
Linked In, Shut Out, Cell Phone Mania, Faux Networking, Prayer Chains and Warriors, all the way from affable to contentious Face to Flat-Face-booking Social Network, Bon Voyage...Have a nice day! Who cares these days? Grin and bear it, and enjoy the divisiveness and the avoidance of real issues that matter to all of us, such as inclusiveness, civil discourse, achieving understanding hearts, and seeking peace -- the entirety of which seem so otherworldly during these days of hustling and bustling and looking out for number one.
Where is/are a viable Erma Bombeck or a Doctor Seuss, or a Mort Sahl, or a Kurt Vonnegut, or Jon Stewart, or Lenny Bruce, or an Amy Schumer when we need them and their acid-humor spiced with grim reality of acknowledging failed communications with one another? I miss them all.
As a demographically endorsed "senior", I am feeling and thinking dark thoughts of "Does anybody anywhere really give a damn about soothing souls down deep rather than extending a cursory nod while rushing the other direction to pursue the egocentrical lifestyle of an ostrich burying its plumed head in the sands of a sought after vanity-beach-vacation?"
On the industrialized and profit-oriented trail of doctors' crocodile tears myself, obscene bills accumulate, and patients without patience become frightened bookkeepers betting on tired horse races while battling paperwork and phone-tag numbers issued from a conglomerate of dead-eyed often robotic humans who may be deciding or blowing off the fate of their addled and worried customers. Networking is a sick joke..."WE have the drugs; now YOU do all the work, Mister or Missus so and so!" "Put the lime in the coconut and drink it all up. Then call me in the morning!" (Thanks, Harry Nilsson.)
Side effects far worse than the imagined or possibly looming plethora of diseases and illnesses scaring the bejesus out of most all of us, regardless of our life's labels from youth to old age, create an opioid crisis of Armageddon/ Apocalyptic proportions. I have thought these thoughts for nearly half a dozen years (or more) while seated at my kitchen table all alone, and the fruition of my fears has come home to roost. We all must confront a final very big deal rife with accompanying problems prior to traveling off to vacation spots or purchasing big ticket items we cannot actually afford to serve as quick but lingering installment plan panaceas. Best of luck, survivors! Enjoy settling the estate!
I wish to laugh again and never complain nor fret but... behind the closed doors of one's mind, life seems to have ceased being genuinely fun or compassionate or conversational or hopeful. Environmental concerns both at home and abroad, as well as globally and universally, matter. All forms of life matter. I miss the pets who recently got blown off the face of my own earth even though veterinarian services and pharmaceuticals and repetitive appointments are somewhat readily available for a steep price, and I lament doors carelessly closed at home or at the office. I miss family connections which actually require the collective group efforts of tender loving care and grace in order to survive and thrive. I die a little from hurtful comments and stereotyping and mud puddles splashed by passing vehicles sometimes carrying passengers who do not mean well.
Old photographs capture ghosts in immobilized positions, and we mostly recall those "where the lost things go" ghosts with fondness when time stands scrapbook frozen as we gaze and search to rekindle that long-ago love and those nurturing, encouraging, sunlit pastimes IF that IS the way it WAS. THE WAY WE WERE, indeed! Young actor Robert Redford repetitiously stumbled as a "bad boy" juvenile fugitive with sweat on his brow throughout black and white television episodes during the golden age of television when the tiny screen and so-called "boob tube" offered stories of substance. I followed his show business career through to BAREFOOT IN THE PARK, THE ELECTRIC HORSEMAN, ALL THE PRESIDENT'S MEN and as the Sundance Kid himself who bought a ski resort and encouraged others blessed with creativity to tell ever more stories of substance and redemption. His latest cinematic offering and perhaps his swan song THE OLD MAN AND THE GUN seems an appropriate book-end(-ing) to the start of his very responsible, inspirational lifetime of contributions to humanity. Not just a pretty face but an environmentalist and a nurturer and a motivator and a story-teller with no need for a gun. [Also highly recommend, believe it or not, (especially to hunters) the 2016 PETE'S DRAGON directed by the same young Sundance alum Independent filmmaker David Lowery.]
Not to whine too much, but not unlike many other humans I have endured more than my share of being dumped on, shoved aside, dismissiveness and abandonment, gaslighting, verbal abuse, cattiness, misplaced and misinformed nasty appraisals, nuisance robo-AND-cat-calls, and sporadically peculiar physical torment while only landing in the hospital exactly three times...to be born, to give birth and an eerie ambulance trip to the emergency room itself. My heartbeat is irregular these days but continues pumping, questioning, and responding to the ups and downs of life; my knees miss any remnants of cartilage; my breathing is labored; I faint sometimes; my thyroid gland is in need of serious observation; and I am frightened about the remaining years in a world of uncanny chaos everywhere one looks. I wait eagerly for marijuana to get legalized in spite of my prudishness about the world of drugs. My greatest concern, though, revolves around lack of meaningful communication around the globe and at home and just how can that sadness be addressed, if at all. And I know what ails me...I know deep in my irregularly palpitating heartbeat every second of every night and day. So, physician, I say, heal thyself. Heal thyself. Ain't nobody can do necessary repair for us but ourselves, and "ain't nobody's business if we do" goes the song! I may be a quack, but I am sticking to my own instinctive diagnosis and visiting as few hospitals, veterinarians, dentists and nursing homes as might be humanly possible. Keep on keeping on, and never give up! In my inevitably pending wheelchair or while leaning on my cane, I shall be wearing a t-shirt proudly advertising FDR's famous philosophy, "We have nothing to fear, but fear itself!"
Dorothy Parker > Quotes > Quotable Quote
AN ODD VARIATION OF THIS SENTIMENT OF MS. PARKER APPEARS IN MY FATHER'S HIGH SCHOOL ENGLISH BOOK...HE MUST HAVE IDENTIFIED AND COPIED IT ON THE FIRST BLANK PAGE OF HIS TEXTBOOK IN HIS ALWAYS GLORIOUS CURSIVE HAND WRITING...AND HE ADDED A PHRASE TO DOROTHY'S POEM...that being, "AW, HELL!" He was only 14 at the time. I cherish that book wherever it has gotten to and hoping I can ever locate it again. I pray for just one thing...that I can be as strong and kind, no matter what else befalls, as my daddy was! Everything else will take care of itself! I'll be punching it up and taming it down which will be the name of my garage band rock group some day! A-men.
Postscript: I wish to thank the following neat Parkview People who are fun and never scare me...nurses Sonja and Shannon whom I quote, "Take your medicine, and don't get ahead of yourself!" and the emergency room nurse for whom I have no name due to my panic attack at being in emergency mode once so far and doctors Valcarcel, Wynder and Hardin who are not only nice and calm but handsome also. I COULD get used to my new hobby and become a raging hypochondriac! I think I love the aforementioned humans and a few other phone answerers and receptionists who love to laugh and to be kind! Yes, I think I love you! And niece Kelly Bailey who laughs with me and not at me...thank God for that girl!
My fabulous niece Kelly helped me move my book collection 33 years ago via a moving van...now, we need a train!
"In some cultures, laughter and talking guarantee longer lifetimes."~ Dr. Sanjay Gupta in the series CHASING LIFE
"If I knew I was going to live so long, I would have taken better care of myself!" ~ Charles Eugene "MAC" McBride (Indiana University football player, soldier, MP and chef! and my brother-in-law for over 100 years and holding!) quoting James Herbert ("Eubie") Blake
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter and its follow-up Misunderstood Gargoyles and Overrated Angels - print and ebook versions of both are available on Amazon (click the title).
The books are also carried by these fine retailers: Ann Arbor's Bookbound and Common Language; Columbia City's Whitley County Historical Museum; and Fort Wayne's The Bookmark.
And you can download from iTunes.
Meet other like-minded souls at my facebook fan page
Visit my author website at www.susieduncansexton.com
Join a great group of animal advocates Squawk Back: Helping animals when others can't ... Or Won't
"Health food may be good for the conscience but Oreos taste a hell of a lot better."
"The technology available for film-making now is incredible, but I am a big believer that it's all in the story."
"It's an honor putting art above politics. Politics can be seductive in terms of things reductive to the soul." ~ Robert Redford
Linked In, Shut Out, Cell Phone Mania, Faux Networking, Prayer Chains and Warriors, all the way from affable to contentious Face to Flat-Face-booking Social Network, Bon Voyage...Have a nice day! Who cares these days? Grin and bear it, and enjoy the divisiveness and the avoidance of real issues that matter to all of us, such as inclusiveness, civil discourse, achieving understanding hearts, and seeking peace -- the entirety of which seem so otherworldly during these days of hustling and bustling and looking out for number one.
Where is/are a viable Erma Bombeck or a Doctor Seuss, or a Mort Sahl, or a Kurt Vonnegut, or Jon Stewart, or Lenny Bruce, or an Amy Schumer when we need them and their acid-humor spiced with grim reality of acknowledging failed communications with one another? I miss them all.
As a demographically endorsed "senior", I am feeling and thinking dark thoughts of "Does anybody anywhere really give a damn about soothing souls down deep rather than extending a cursory nod while rushing the other direction to pursue the egocentrical lifestyle of an ostrich burying its plumed head in the sands of a sought after vanity-beach-vacation?"
On the industrialized and profit-oriented trail of doctors' crocodile tears myself, obscene bills accumulate, and patients without patience become frightened bookkeepers betting on tired horse races while battling paperwork and phone-tag numbers issued from a conglomerate of dead-eyed often robotic humans who may be deciding or blowing off the fate of their addled and worried customers. Networking is a sick joke..."WE have the drugs; now YOU do all the work, Mister or Missus so and so!" "Put the lime in the coconut and drink it all up. Then call me in the morning!" (Thanks, Harry Nilsson.)
Side effects far worse than the imagined or possibly looming plethora of diseases and illnesses scaring the bejesus out of most all of us, regardless of our life's labels from youth to old age, create an opioid crisis of Armageddon/ Apocalyptic proportions. I have thought these thoughts for nearly half a dozen years (or more) while seated at my kitchen table all alone, and the fruition of my fears has come home to roost. We all must confront a final very big deal rife with accompanying problems prior to traveling off to vacation spots or purchasing big ticket items we cannot actually afford to serve as quick but lingering installment plan panaceas. Best of luck, survivors! Enjoy settling the estate!
I wish to laugh again and never complain nor fret but... behind the closed doors of one's mind, life seems to have ceased being genuinely fun or compassionate or conversational or hopeful. Environmental concerns both at home and abroad, as well as globally and universally, matter. All forms of life matter. I miss the pets who recently got blown off the face of my own earth even though veterinarian services and pharmaceuticals and repetitive appointments are somewhat readily available for a steep price, and I lament doors carelessly closed at home or at the office. I miss family connections which actually require the collective group efforts of tender loving care and grace in order to survive and thrive. I die a little from hurtful comments and stereotyping and mud puddles splashed by passing vehicles sometimes carrying passengers who do not mean well.
Old photographs capture ghosts in immobilized positions, and we mostly recall those "where the lost things go" ghosts with fondness when time stands scrapbook frozen as we gaze and search to rekindle that long-ago love and those nurturing, encouraging, sunlit pastimes IF that IS the way it WAS. THE WAY WE WERE, indeed! Young actor Robert Redford repetitiously stumbled as a "bad boy" juvenile fugitive with sweat on his brow throughout black and white television episodes during the golden age of television when the tiny screen and so-called "boob tube" offered stories of substance. I followed his show business career through to BAREFOOT IN THE PARK, THE ELECTRIC HORSEMAN, ALL THE PRESIDENT'S MEN and as the Sundance Kid himself who bought a ski resort and encouraged others blessed with creativity to tell ever more stories of substance and redemption. His latest cinematic offering and perhaps his swan song THE OLD MAN AND THE GUN seems an appropriate book-end(-ing) to the start of his very responsible, inspirational lifetime of contributions to humanity. Not just a pretty face but an environmentalist and a nurturer and a motivator and a story-teller with no need for a gun. [Also highly recommend, believe it or not, (especially to hunters) the 2016 PETE'S DRAGON directed by the same young Sundance alum Independent filmmaker David Lowery.]
Not to whine too much, but not unlike many other humans I have endured more than my share of being dumped on, shoved aside, dismissiveness and abandonment, gaslighting, verbal abuse, cattiness, misplaced and misinformed nasty appraisals, nuisance robo-AND-cat-calls, and sporadically peculiar physical torment while only landing in the hospital exactly three times...to be born, to give birth and an eerie ambulance trip to the emergency room itself. My heartbeat is irregular these days but continues pumping, questioning, and responding to the ups and downs of life; my knees miss any remnants of cartilage; my breathing is labored; I faint sometimes; my thyroid gland is in need of serious observation; and I am frightened about the remaining years in a world of uncanny chaos everywhere one looks. I wait eagerly for marijuana to get legalized in spite of my prudishness about the world of drugs. My greatest concern, though, revolves around lack of meaningful communication around the globe and at home and just how can that sadness be addressed, if at all. And I know what ails me...I know deep in my irregularly palpitating heartbeat every second of every night and day. So, physician, I say, heal thyself. Heal thyself. Ain't nobody can do necessary repair for us but ourselves, and "ain't nobody's business if we do" goes the song! I may be a quack, but I am sticking to my own instinctive diagnosis and visiting as few hospitals, veterinarians, dentists and nursing homes as might be humanly possible. Keep on keeping on, and never give up! In my inevitably pending wheelchair or while leaning on my cane, I shall be wearing a t-shirt proudly advertising FDR's famous philosophy, "We have nothing to fear, but fear itself!"
Dorothy Parker > Quotes > Quotable Quote
"Résumé
Razors pain you,
Rivers are damp,
Acids stain you,
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful,
Nooses give,
Gas smells awful.
You might as well live."
AN ODD VARIATION OF THIS SENTIMENT OF MS. PARKER APPEARS IN MY FATHER'S HIGH SCHOOL ENGLISH BOOK...HE MUST HAVE IDENTIFIED AND COPIED IT ON THE FIRST BLANK PAGE OF HIS TEXTBOOK IN HIS ALWAYS GLORIOUS CURSIVE HAND WRITING...AND HE ADDED A PHRASE TO DOROTHY'S POEM...that being, "AW, HELL!" He was only 14 at the time. I cherish that book wherever it has gotten to and hoping I can ever locate it again. I pray for just one thing...that I can be as strong and kind, no matter what else befalls, as my daddy was! Everything else will take care of itself! I'll be punching it up and taming it down which will be the name of my garage band rock group some day! A-men.
Postscript: I wish to thank the following neat Parkview People who are fun and never scare me...nurses Sonja and Shannon whom I quote, "Take your medicine, and don't get ahead of yourself!" and the emergency room nurse for whom I have no name due to my panic attack at being in emergency mode once so far and doctors Valcarcel, Wynder and Hardin who are not only nice and calm but handsome also. I COULD get used to my new hobby and become a raging hypochondriac! I think I love the aforementioned humans and a few other phone answerers and receptionists who love to laugh and to be kind! Yes, I think I love you! And niece Kelly Bailey who laughs with me and not at me...thank God for that girl!
My fabulous niece Kelly helped me move my book collection 33 years ago via a moving van...now, we need a train!
"In some cultures, laughter and talking guarantee longer lifetimes."~ Dr. Sanjay Gupta in the series CHASING LIFE
"If I knew I was going to live so long, I would have taken better care of myself!" ~ Charles Eugene "MAC" McBride (Indiana University football player, soldier, MP and chef! and my brother-in-law for over 100 years and holding!) quoting James Herbert ("Eubie") Blake
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter and its follow-up Misunderstood Gargoyles and Overrated Angels - print and ebook versions of both are available on Amazon (click the title).
The books are also carried by these fine retailers: Ann Arbor's Bookbound and Common Language; Columbia City's Whitley County Historical Museum; and Fort Wayne's The Bookmark.
And you can download from iTunes.
Meet other like-minded souls at my facebook fan page
Visit my author website at www.susieduncansexton.com
Join a great group of animal advocates Squawk Back: Helping animals when others can't ... Or Won't
May 13, 2019
Doris Day: talent, cuteness, and teaching the world to respect all animals
I have adored Doris Day since I got old enough to listen to singing perfection itself via whirling breakable 78 RPM discs on our record player in the corner of our living room and attend every one of her MGM musicals reel-to-reel in the movie theatre on the corner of Van Buren and Main Streets in a tiny town in the rather boring Midwest! THANK GOD for Doris Day!Thank you, Ms. Day, for your talent, cuteness, and for teaching the world to respect all animals. So glad so many of us have done our best most of our lives to care and to nurture those among us who would have had no one and no protection and nobody with a big heart and sort of a wallet to pay for shots and food. Very much worth it until profit-making damaged efforts and killed the spirit.
But never give up. Join up with the rescue effort mentality. It is fun, sometimes heartbreaking, but so vital. It will be worth the time spent! Let's honor Doris Day's legacy and do our part for our animal friends.
"Be kind to animals ... or I'll kill you." - Doris Day
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter and its follow-up Misunderstood Gargoyles and Overrated Angels - print and ebook versions of both are available on Amazon (click the title).
The books are also carried by these fine retailers: Ann Arbor's Bookbound and Common Language; Columbia City's Whitley County Historical Museum; and Fort Wayne's The Bookmark.
And you can download from iTunes.
Meet other like-minded souls at my facebook fan page
Visit my author website at www.susieduncansexton.com
Join a great group of animal advocates Squawk Back: Helping animals when others can't ... Or Won't
January 18, 2019
Latest Old Type Writer ... "Subject: a need so impossible?"
My latest "Old Type Writer" column for Talk of the Town Whitley County is here. Publisher Jennifer Zartman Romano writes, "Columnist Susie Duncan Sexton shares a poem for the New Year on her latest Old Type Writer... click here to read it." http://talkofthetownwc.com/oldtypewri...
Excerpt: "sometimes lives can intersect./often hearts and minds connect./(not to be too circumspect)/internet travels spark fun./street corner chats once were done./communication begun!/either format much the same./human to human the game./face to face? laughter the aim!"
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter and its follow-up Misunderstood Gargoyles and Overrated Angels - print and ebook versions of both are available on Amazon (click the title).
The books are also carried by these fine retailers: Ann Arbor's Bookbound and Common Language; Columbia City's Whitley County Historical Museum; and Fort Wayne's The Bookmark.
And you can download from iTunes.
Meet other like-minded souls at my facebook fan page
Visit my author website at www.susieduncansexton.com
Join a great group of animal advocates Squawk Back: Helping animals when others can't ... Or Won't
October 27, 2018
Status Update: Animals should rule! Signed: Chuck Darwin!
STATUS UPDATE: the pharmaceutical "industry", the medical "industry", the agricultural "industry", the drug "culture", the war "culture", the entertainment "industry"...all terrible bastardizations of perfectly good words once..."industry" and "culture". Industrial Revolution? Remember that one? Maybe an alright concept with reservations. Culture wars, a new entry...kinda sucks! Wherein does the word "politics" land? In the mud these days...or Dante's Inferno probably! So there, my newly prescribed Prednisone is wearing off! I guess I shall vote soon and for womankind candidates and any Democrat on the ticket! Please join me?
I attended a local Rotary meeting recently. NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN NOR LADIES! Listened to youthful Courtney Tritch who is running against faux Christian "family man, husband, father, I have a job while my girl opponent is not even married and does not really work and I am too busy to debate her" candidate from my hometown and who is funded with KOCH money and who now as a representative bought a Washington, D.C., house in addition to the mighty fine house he has here. Oh, I am thinking of weaning myself away from the pundits for the moment, too.
I had to leave Rotary in a wheelchair? I could barely shuffle out. And the dental hygienists whom I have to revisit because I have two cavities (dammit!) took my pulse and nobody can ever find that I even have a pulse at all. Maybe I am dead already? I am damned near an invalid at this point? But just cleaned up cat barf smack dab in the middle of my nutsoid living room?
I went to the most misogynistic a$$hole doc in the entire world last week. He started by praising Donald Trump's appraisal of Stormy Daniels and it went downhill from there. I finally go to a prima donna doc and I shall not be back. I have been crying for hours now....a very abusive dude. I am just perplexed beyond belief. I hope I can figure this out really soon. Wow?
I am now on Prednisone ... something I have given to a dog or two? Maybe my epileptic dog, the love of my life!
I likely need new knees. I do not want new knees. My high school gym teachers basically "broke" my knees, and all the king's horses and all the king's men could not put me back together again. Me the book worm and the last chosen for the teams to play and sweat for an hour and then onto academics. Dark dark times! Ha! I am a sissy!
I MAY feel like living at least until tomorrow. I am so hyperventilatish, I cannot think! I thought the near fainting and my heart swelling inside my chest was a stroke or heart attack for about only a year. Now it has been referred to as hyper-ventilation? I'll go with that! but doctors can be A$$-HOLES and a half!
But I am sure I am near death. I swear to God nobody is listening....ever! Chasing docs about finished me off. I knew that would happen! "Prima donna," which I may have spelled wrong, fits them all! And their nursies, too!
I am doing my best...both physically disintegrating and verbally shouting out "hell, no!" Hope somebody is listening ... after all I am just a female! Ha!
I am now on the effing doc trail...just shoot me! I hate this...running around will kill my a$$! This world is nuts...probably kiss me good-bye? I am playing DOCTOR, DOCTOR, THE BOARD GAME....EVEN TWO APPOINTMENTS AT ONCE...KINDA LIKE PROM DATES? GEESH!
I hope with my "Jame Mason / Doctor Feelgood" pills (watch BIGGER THAN LIFE) that I resurface and clean up this disaster of a house and can stand it again and not fear the end of the world, in general knowing that life can be beautiful again. I know what I am stressed about and nobody can tell me differently. The genders are all effed up and getting more effed up by the day. I blame Hugh Hefner and the "Cos." And I don't think I am far off. The wonderful 50s and 60s were the ship actually gyrating horribly off course!
My husband whom I refer to as "John Dixon" from vintage CBS soap opera As The World Turns swore off ever helping me with the interior of the house for good about five years back, so you can imagine. We shall see where I end up. Ah, well, at least I saved some animal lives along the way and endured idiotic humanity and snots. Let it be said.
I feel like Jack London or Emily Dickinson or maybe some Beatnik type writer all of whose names I cannot recall right now ... like Kerouac or somebody or other!
I have stuff all over the place. I am drowning in pack rat crap and crippled? Burgess Meredith broke his glasses on Twilight Zone when only he (a librarian) and library books were left in the world after nuclear holocaust! That is me!
Maybe Prednisone with the resulting putty round face IS my answer. My furnace is broken and I cannot afford a ranch house nor two new knees which I do not want anyway? People my age are having auctions and God knows what else? Travelling, dying, going to retirement homes? Ugh and double yuck. Wish I knew the answer.
Life can be so weird when you slow down and think a minute about all the missteps. I flip right to the obits. Now, that's a sign. My son is about ready to divorce me, too! I feel like a boy more than a girl, and that's good because that is what I look like with my dirty hair pulled on top of my head. Or the witch in The Wizard of Oz. And that is the truth from the blue, blue sky.
Some day when we cannot get hacked by Russia or the FBI, we must all reeeeeeeallllllly talk.
For now then? Start giving a sh!t about pigs and cows and turtles and every living creature. Dammit. Long overdue! And stop using animal names in cliches! "He is a pig or she is a lone wolf and what a dog!" Or "behaving like animals!" We should be so lucky as to be back in that state, when we climbed outta the ocean and were pure and sweet and good! God seems to have been operating on the "Peter Principle" and should have stopped creating after day SIX!!!!!!!!!!! Animals should rule! Signed: Chuck Darwin!
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter and its follow-up Misunderstood Gargoyles and Overrated Angels - print and ebook versions of both are available on Amazon (click the title).
The books are also carried by these fine retailers: Ann Arbor's Bookbound and Common Language; Columbia City's Whitley County Historical Museum; and Fort Wayne's The Bookmark.
September 29, 2018
Latest Old Type Writer: Intuition and Instincts and Bumble Bees! Oh, My! Or "What happens at Georgetown Prep stays at Georgetown Prep!"
Latest “Old Type Writer” column for Jennifer Zartman Romano’s Talk of the Town Whitley County. A timely and candid piece about politics and feminism and life in today’s America. A reflection of the cracked mirror headlines we all read every day: http://talkofthetownwc.com/oldtypewri...
Excerpt: “Listen up! Be your own person ... be yourself ... practice compassion ... never be cautious about demonstrating sincere kindness. None of us are earth-bound for very long ... and for that we can be oddly grateful and cheer on folks such as, need I reiterate, Hillary C., Nancy P., Courtney T., Dianne F., Debbie S., Maizie H., Amy K., Claire M., Elizabeth W., Maxine W., and Kamala H. and Anita H. and a dear soul named Meghan McCain who delivered an explosively no-holds barred, chastising eulogy proclaiming her love and admiration for her late war hero daddy whose very recent bravery on the Senate floor, killing an ill-conceived half-assed bill denying far too many citizens sufficient health care, impressed anybody with a heart. Like father like daughter! I can identify with that! Anybody wanna stop by my curb on the day I plan to place old, outdated, moldy PEOPLE Magazines, and probably high school yearbooks and brassieres, out for the trash man?”
Read here: http://talkofthetownwc.com/oldtypewri...
Thank you to dear friend Liz Berry Schatzlein for this response to the column:
"This is a beautiful quote from a column by my friend, Susie Sexton: 'After living well into a seventh decade, if one is prohibited from telling it like it is or was, what then might be the point of ever having lived at all?' Some quotes just jump out and grab you, and this one grabbed me. It is truth, no matter what decade you're in, no matter how old you are. If your voice is stifled, privately or publicly, what is the point of it all?"
BRETT KAVANAUGH...A NEW MODEL FOR AN INTERESTING HUMMEL FIGURINE ADDITION. A LITTLE STATUE FOR 2018....I WOULD NOT BUY IT THOUGH...I'VE SEEN ENOUGH OF THE LITTLE FELLOW! #kavanaugh
Kavanaugh was surreal from the moment he took his leather swivel seat and nervously arranged and arranged and scooted and arranged his nameplate and then proceeded into his melt-downish primal over-long scream? But he is not surprising...rather, a template for the egotistical male we have all met and often know far too well!
And, finally, something my son Roy Sexton posted on Facebook yesterday. Perhaps there is hope for these next generations ...
"Watching the testimony yesterday, Kavanaugh did remind me of high school friends and college acquaintances and fraternity brothers and too many grown men I know today who blithely joke about alcoholism, who bluster, who bully, who barely contain their anger, who obfuscate and throw questions back at women instead of answering directly. So, yes, I’m afraid I DO know men like this. And I’m afraid I’ve not done enough to stop their entitlement, the darkest side of which can be rape, harassment, violence, and misogyny. And I’m sorry."
Watch a mash-up video of Brett Kavanaugh's testimony and "Pulp Fiction" https://ew.com/movies/2018/09/28/bret...
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter and its follow-up Misunderstood Gargoyles and Overrated Angels - print and ebook versions of both are available on Amazon (click the title).
The books are also carried by these fine retailers: Ann Arbor's Bookbound and Common Language; Columbia City's Whitley County Historical Museum; and Fort Wayne's The Bookmark.
September 18, 2018
Have a great Tuesday. Gotta start somewhere!
This world is giving some of us heart attacks for sure! Why? Because some of us have hearts most probably. And wow, this lack of communication and aloofness and failure to connect really can damage beating hearts. Let me take a moment to address Supreme Court nominee Kavanaugh and his accuser ... Hot damn! Sharing such information, no matter how far in the past, is not such a bad idea.
I could share some sh!t myself: as far as getting pulled down upon the floor while leaving a dumb college party in an off-campus apartment, believe it or not! The nerve! What the _____ is wrong with people? I was advised that I should be "flattered" as I brushed myself off and checked to see if my easily wrenched knee-caps were still in their sockets. Way too many of the "Joe Colleges" subscribed to Hugh Hefner's crap ... but only for the "articles"? Ugh!
Enough already. Reach out, care, listen, be understanding, Never avoid compassion. Look around. People - and animals and the environment - are hurting, no doubt about it!
The words, the caring, the impact of nurturing others, human or otherwise - feelings matter…and humans with hearts matter so much in this rather detached world of ours.
( Note: cats, for instance, are mysterious souls. They can bounce back and prevail. To be envied actually!!!! What we can learn from the animals! amazing! =^..^= )
Just a bit weary of being put on hold and following 'prompts' to...nowhere at all - maybe tomorrow will bring improvements though. Tired of waiting, to tell the truth!
Can I hear/read some A-MENS? Have a great Tuesday. Gotta start somewhere!
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter and its follow-up Misunderstood Gargoyles and Overrated Angels - print and ebook versions of both are available on Amazon (click the title).
The books are also carried by these fine retailers: Ann Arbor's Bookbound and Common Language; Columbia City's Whitley County Historical Museum; and Fort Wayne's The Bookmark.
September 13, 2018
The sanctity of life and kindness somehow got lost
Dammit? How about checking with actual farm animals about the concept of "factory farms"... Take a poll of those sentient beings purposely, frenetically bred only to become involved in such a hellish situation? "Agri-industry" - such a tragic, manufactured term. Zoning and landscaping and pure water and air are the only concerns ever addressed - how can that be?
The sanctity of life and kindness somehow got lost in this mad capitalistic shuffle ... the scramble for blood money.
I believe in science…but I am scientifically challenged! And these "factory farms" defy everything we know about proper care of this planet and everyone and every creature on it.
So we are in alliance–
We both truly dodge science!
But we may each be a poet–
And don’t we cheerfully know it?
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter and its follow-up Misunderstood Gargoyles and Overrated Angels - print and ebook versions of both are available on Amazon (click the title).
The books are also carried by these fine retailers: Ann Arbor's Bookbound and Common Language; Columbia City's Whitley County Historical Museum; and Fort Wayne's The Bookmark.
August 17, 2018
Quite anxious to be represented by a fair-minded person who is neither an opportunist nor career politician
Some interesting news bits and bytes ... make of them what YOU will ... my thoughts follow:- Democratic 3rd District House candidate Courtney Tritch repeated her request to Republican Rep. Jim Banks to have four debates before the Nov. 6 elections during a campaign rally Wednesday night.
- His campaign also sent a statement to radio station WBOI. It said, in part, “Unlike Ms. Tritch, Congressman Banks has a family and a job and that job is serving the people of northeast Indiana. As we've said before, there will be plenty of opportunity to debate at the appropriate time.”
- Banks, R-3rd, said in an interview that his family bought a house last summer in Springfield, Virginia, 12 miles from the Capitol Building. They kept their home in Columbia City, he said. "After eight months of being separated, we decided that what was best for our family was to have the family with me because I spend considerably more time there as a member of Congress than I do here" in northeast Indiana, Banks said during a Fort Wayne visit.
- Of all his unusual traits — relative youth, a love of Clif Bars for lunch and an excessive interest in tax policy — the most notable may be Speaker Paul D. Ryan’s insistence on sleeping in his Capitol Hill office. Like scores of other members of Congress, most of them Republican, Mr. Ryan chooses to bed down on a cot in his office every night the House is in session. He chooses this over the speaker’s official palatial suite in the Capitol ... For the lawmakers, the choice is fiscal, practical and political. Many say they find Washington rental prices too high.
Hmmmm ... some observations ...
Not a fan of Paul Ryan, but holy zaps truly wondering why then our Hoosier freshman representative for 3rd district might be able to afford two homes? One near the little people here in small town, Indiana, and another in D.C.
Many of us just caught up with that information.
Thus, another reason justifying why Democratic candidate COURTNEY TRITCH appeals to an ever-growing number of Hoosier voters in our neck of the woods. Courtney possesses a super background in the business world, Phi Beta Kappa membership, countless friends who believe in her, a mind of her own, and plenty of spunk.
Looking forward to listening to her views on important issues when busy, "family Man" Mister Banks agrees to a debate or two or three?
Hopefully, the clever gerrymandering set up by the GOP will not pose a problem nor will naysayers who just presuppose that a brilliant female cannot be elected with so many Republicans poised to be stubborn and closed-minded.
Quite anxious to be represented by a fair-minded person who is neither an opportunist nor career politician as well as not beholden to donors who probably are neither Hoosiers nor Republicans as in ... the Koch brothers?
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter and its follow-up Misunderstood Gargoyles and Overrated Angels - print and ebook versions of both are available on Amazon (click the title).
The books are also carried by these fine retailers: Ann Arbor's Bookbound and Common Language; Columbia City's Whitley County Historical Museum; and Fort Wayne's The Bookmark.
August 13, 2018
I'm with her ... redux.
For context, listen to this piece from WOWO first ... "Democratic candidate for congress Courtney Tritch speaks about trying to schedule debates with Congressman Banks" ...
Upon reading exchanges and listening to Congressional Candidate Courtney Tritch on Fort Wayne, Indiana's WOWO very recently, I now am caught up regarding this current "situation."
Allow me to summarize: Congressman Jim Banks (or his representatives) indicated, after no comment for a period of time, that he is too "busy" with family life and his job to bother with debates with Phi Beta Kappa Courtney Tritch.
Wow. The gall.
Because HE has a family and HE has a job? If he is that busy with his tax-payer financed job and his growing family, then he should move over for Courtney no doubt.
The American (and I am assuming Hoosier) population is composed of many, many, many women who have begun to realize misogyny might (unfortunately) be a given. This marginalization of women takes place within the "home" and in the workplace. More significantly, that denial of the importance and rights of females CERTAINLY should not emanate from the "bought" legislators occupying desks and perks in Washington, D.C.
Time's up on that!
A friend of ours, and a former Fort Wayne newscaster, referred to Mister Banks as "processed"... indeed. Perfect word.
He jumps through all the "right" hoops and has since college days. He has very interesting/intriguing backers (cough ... Koch), and he is unavailable to those he considers not to matter and deems unworthy of his "fair-minded" attention.
I'm with her ... redux.
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter and its follow-up Misunderstood Gargoyles and Overrated Angels - print and ebook versions of both are available on Amazon (click the title).
The books are also carried by these fine retailers: Ann Arbor's Bookbound and Common Language; Columbia City's Whitley County Historical Museum; and Fort Wayne's The Bookmark.
