Is the thirty minute limit to edit; for everyone?

[bobstad]

Good question!

Are you real?:eeeeeek:

More surreal methinks, often.

[bobstad]

The reason I posted.

What made me pause and start this thread; was the wording of the pop-up.

This had seemed to make me the culprit as an individual. I can see the general logic of wanting a thread to reflect the continuity of responses. Unfortunately my personal style, suffers; which is more, often times at least, a literary type of dialogue or attempt at such.

Now I have to try using my computer's text-edit to produce; what previously, being able to sleep on what I'd posted could effect remarkably. There is actually no substitute for the reflective time; some of my earlier efforts benefited from. What I now post can seem like porous, and/or immature drafts, etc.

Anyone else a fan of the unschooled yet motivated writer; would perhaps find interesting either of the two long biographies about novelist/poet Malcolm Lowry, whose Under The Volcano is considered one of the best novels to come out of the twentieth century. Lowry's fiction masterpiece about the last day in the life of a drunkard, the supposed former British counsel to Mexico murdered there in the 1930s.

A highly autobiographical novelist, Lowry himself died of an overdose of his wife Marjorie's barbiturate sleeping pills he swallowed a whole bottle of along with a great deal of whiskey; not long after one of his attempts to murder her, when both were probably a good deal deranged.

During 1957 when he was forty-seven, unable to adjust to their new residence back home again in England; after their paranoia about the city of Vancouver closing down the whole place, forced them into leaving a beloved homemade residence in the isolated squatter's village called Dollarton of artists and fishermen north of Vancouver, B. C. in Canada. Where the couple had best gotten along working together as writing partners, and lived in relative good health about fourteen years.

Anyone worried about their drinking, will take pause reading about Lowry's gargantuan and often uncontrollable habit; while also marveling at his abilities within such a realm, many people who'd known him made note of finding him peerless of the type.

Jay Leno's autobiography is also "interesting" reading; as the man must write as if composing a monologue, for all the obviously superfluous commas.

[Movin]

You could probably write and edit for a few days in word then copy and paste to
post and still have 29 1/2 minutes to edit. Maybe.

writing this in word to save, then do as above to edit
if you see this it works!

[BigElCat]

Serious Bobstad...I really enjoy reading your posts, even when I can't figure out 'why' you're saying 'what' you're saying.

You could just collect your thoughts on a stenopad, keeping the limitations of the computer entry process in mind, then 'whip' out a post.

"Ever the paranoiac", quote Bobstad.

That's magnificent! Hemingway and H.S. Thompson would each be impressed (if they weren't dead from booze and dope).

Write On brother!

[bobstad]

I'd of never guessed...about a lot of things!

Serious Bobstad...even when I can't figure out 'why' you're saying 'what' you're saying.

Sometimes the whole process seems fairly clear. To begin with a reasonably high though not phenomenal IQ coupled with some education; while less than able-bodied by "hidden" physical disability, due to ramifications of spinal disease early in life and as a juvenile which went entirely undiagnosed until I was nearly through college despite a plethora of obvious symptoms. I'm sort of a natural observer of things, less inclined to become a strong participant; which is common of people with spinal distortion problems. One great writer the poet & novelist Richard Brautigan, had severe scoliosis; for instance: An avid fly fisherman whose "Trout Fishing In America" is probably his most popular book, I've never noticed anything specifically about trout fishing in.

Brautigan's poem from a book of his poetry "Rommel Drives Deep Into The Desert" is the only poem I've successfully put to memory. Titled "Left Clank" which goes "He'd sell the asshole of a rat to a blind man for a wedding ring." We both grew up in Eugene, OR so since he preceded me there by a dozen years; this amazingly memorable playground insult learned behind River Road Elementary seems perhaps an echo of the master; "if they shoved your brain up the asshole of an ant, it would rattle around like a bb in a boxcar." Many of Brautigan's poems are longer.

What took me on a strange exotic enough loop was music; which for reasons I think intrinsic to the idiom, I got encouraged at heavily as a young adult. Particularly studying and attempting to play jazz; a demanding, challenging pursuit even for those most talented. While my choice of instrument one which fell in my lap as a ten year-old, the saxophone; is said to be one of the easiest instruments to play and one of the most difficult to play well & "most sexual of all musical instruments." For me often like the temptations of the island of the sirens to Odysseus and his men sailing back from the Trojan wars, in one of the ancient Greek Homer's two classic epics from thousands of years ago. The late Dumi Maraire, a world famous Shona tribal musician from Zimbabwe I had an individual music study contract with as my faculty member my last year getting a BA; mentioned once alone in his office, "Bob, you have absolutely no talent; but, a great love of music so keep on playing your flute."

In 1998 the shocking discovery I'm Romani, someone a "Gypsy" completed a cycle,[http://www.voiceofroma.com] which as a child and youth no one had ever suggested a remote possibility for me; when as someone precocious growing up comfortably middle class I'd gotten plenty of encouragement, about imagining myself successful at something in life. Those were the 1950s and early 1960s when the economy was booming to the point lots of people easily took the attitude the cycle could never end if even giving the process a thought, many or perhaps most children never would've. Smoking cigarettes was just a pleasurable stylish pastime with no chance of disastrous after effects for instance then; and the country ended up electing proudly as the national leader sometime later, a man so lacking insight and intelligence he had once put his approval upon the habit with enthusiasm.

My father's influence was a powerful one, as with many of his peers all similarly construed; a person deeply altered as a combatant usually successful in avoiding conflict during the second world war, cynical about everything not passed through that cauldron of fire, slaughter and senselessness he endured as an enlisted naval officer in the Pacific. I was a serious punk by the time I was in the third grade, questioning authority as a habit and challenging convention; simply because those existed, with the continual approval of someone I admired also by far the most determinant being in my life then and for awhile to come. Himself someone with intellectual gifts while in a position as a pharmacist, exposed to the often phenomenally ignored graft, corruption and inadequacy of the medical profession behind the most respected facade in the world; who seemed to continually spin his wheels as head of a family, with five small children and wife a victim of mental illness due to her harsh early life in dire poverty during the depression of the 1930s.

An athlete, my father took to sports as the means of his mental relief and enjoyment; until about 1970 my first year in college, when one of his legs and that ankle were severely injured in a freak accident with a golf cart. Who from that point over decades drank heavily the rest of his life, the last ten years upon retirement one long unrelieved stretch of alcoholic dementia. Thus, my strong prop fell from under me as I became an adult; while he always preserved with himself the sense the role was still an active and useful, necessary one.

He also encouraged me at an avid enthusiasm for motor sports from an early age in grade school; when we'd attend open wheel oval track races at the Eugene Speedway, rooting for the popular driver Art Pollard's maroon with gold lettering and trim often successful roadster, with one of those then obligatory Offenhauser four-cylinder engines. Combined with my father's father's mechanical genius as a successful logger, who with his wife my grandmother often helped raising me and four siblings all younger sisters; as someone owner of five logging companies himself during his career, I was soon turning wrenches and screwdrivers or learning to cut wood with a saw as a youngster. Which once driving, were rudiments of skills necessary often; to keep my own vehicles running, with cheap used cars always the only I'm able to afford. If perhaps hardly the adventures with checkered flags I've been enticed by; also tending to drive well under the influence, I've found a positive one leading to skill as well as caution.

[BigElCat]

Greetings Bobstad.

Bob, you're incredibly interesting. You and I have a number of similarities in our past and present.

1) I'm a spinal meningitis survior..one of the 25% that can walk (albeit with a cordination problem).

2) I'm college educated, up the point 'they' kicked me out of grad school after 3 years. I have the big IQ, although everyone, I mean everyone, thinks I'm a imbecile when they interact with me.

....

But we're in the wrong forum; come on over to my It don't get more Hillbilly Than This photo gallery exhibition. You're a gypsy and that's close enough to being a Hillbilly. Should 'gypsy' be capitalized?

[bobstad]

Big "G" definitely

Bob, you're incredibly interesting. You and I have a number of similarities in our past and present.

1) I'm a spinal meningitis survior..one of the 25% that can walk (albeit with a cordination problem).

2) I'm college educated, up the point 'they' kicked me out of grad school after 3 years. I have the big IQ, although everyone, I mean everyone, thinks I'm a imbecile when they interact with me.

....

But we're in the wrong forum; come on over to my It don't get more Hillbilly Than This photo gallery exhibition. You're a gypsy and that's close enough to being a Hillbilly. Should 'gypsy' be capitalized?

One of my high school friends had gotten meningitis as a child he survived; well enough he was an often sought person for the high school football team, though despite a love of the sport also enough of a cynic he refused to play unless paid-so never part of the team.

He went on to a successful career as a diesel mechanic, whose memorial I attended last December; a sudden and unexpected death at fifty-nine from a blood clot which got to his heart. We were fairly close through recreational drugs, drinking and music for a few years after high school; though their financial stability and my status as a pauper as well as a radical leftist separated us for a long time.

That memorial was surrealistic, seeing people I'd sometimes not seen in four decades and could go another four not seeing again; too. While friends I'd been closer to than folks at my fortieth year high school reunion I went to the spring of '09; I had a nightmare about beforehand, as someone who rarely if ever has nightmares. Particularly if I'm not drinking.

Yes, "Gypsy" should be capitalized; definitely. There is controversy even amongst Romani about using "Gypsy" since an erroneous term originally from in the 1400s when others thought Romani were from Egypt, actually a people out of India about a thousand years ago; and what the word "gyp" or "gypped" comes from, so a racial slur. Where sometimes severe degrees of prejudice exist, within massive untrue or grossly distorted and distorting stereotypes.

Many people use "gypsy" very unconsciously; even as a verb. Though because of the misunderstanding and prejudices this may invite; strong efforts are made to educate people to capitalize and use the word always, that way.

One of the worst examples of that sort of thing I've noticed recently done so casually the lapse is almost unbelievable, is from the movie In Cold Blood, based upon the Truman Capote' non-fiction book of the same name. About two men drifters who murdered a family of innocents in the midwest; which became an item of intense national focus in the early 1960s. The movie soundtrack and opening theme of the film has a song whose words continually refer to "Gypsy blood" the killers must've had, as the obvious stimulant of their actions the song goes into about that; though no where in the film or by any source, which is a book I've read too, is there any association of the pair with Gypsies.

If you can find a copy The Pariah Syndrome by Ian Hancock, published in 1985 I think, is a good history of the Romani, so-called Gypsies. He is the Romani delegate to the United Nations and a full professor at the University of Texas in Austin; though once a house painter in London who also managed a rock band there.

Another book Black Silence, I've been trying to read I'm about halfway through and stuck there the thing is so depressing; is a series of interviews done by humanitarian aide worker, poet and writer Paul Polansky, about survivors of the Czechoslovakian death camp during the second world war for Gypsies, at the town of Lety.

The impression is one where a person senses the difference in prejudices against Jewish victims by Nazis, and against Gypsies by Czechs; the former if vicious also somehow intellectual and more detached, while the Czechs are caught up in their hatred and take a passion in abusing Gypsies: While after the war and ever since the same sort of prejudices continue there; making near impossible any assistance or reparations. [http://www.paulpolansky.nstemp.com/b...0silence.html]

There is currently a diaspora of Romani from out of the former socialist countries; where the new reactionary, right-wing regimes and governments are allowing and often encouraging the return of prejudices against and abuses of Gypsies. Currently one of the least known genocidal atrocities on the planet is against Kosovar Romani survivors of the Balkan war. Which Voice of Roma is organized to try to help against. [http://www.voiceofroma.com]

I think the amazingly diverse society and culture a great one; full of influences preserved from the east valuable within western civilization, Romani have worked against heaviest of odds for centuries integrating.

[bobstad]

Links, savory scent; not yet tasty!

It don't get more Hillbilly Than This photo gallery exhibition.

Looks like your link isn't working right?

[BigElCat]

Wow.

I capitalized Hillbilly and left Gypsy lower case as a tongue-in-cheek razz (:p) and I apologize.

Politically speaking, I considered myself to be an 'anarchist', but this word is too misunderstood by the general populous, and I'm not inclined to educate others. I would never flip a trash can at a G8 summit, and IMHO, the people that do so are in the wrong.

I have a 'live and let live' attitude, until someone violates or threatens to violate my well being, or the well being of others around me.

I wouldn't say that I have a 'morbid pre-occupation', but I have studied the history of human atrocities and genocides. It's not that I'm indifferent, it leaves me horrified and detached.

You see, I'm a Christian, and Satan is the God of this world. I'm just passing through on my way to heaven, 'wearing the world as a loose garment'.

You are correct that I missed any reference to Gypsies in the movie In Cold Blood. I've read Capote's book as well. The two guys that raped and killed the Cutlers where the last two executed in Kansas. They were hanged, and I'm glad they where hanged. The actor that portrayed Capote, Seymour Phillips (?) did a fine job! Capote, as a human being gives me the creeps, but he is(was?) an astute author.

I feel as though I getting wound up, to make some 'brilliant point', but the fact is I just continue with a stream of conscious style like Kerouac, Salinger (if you really want to know about, and you probably don't), or Thompson. For someone that is annoyed by long winded people, I sure am a hypocrite.

I detest EVERYTHING I stand for!-Woody Allen

[BigElCat]

Link? FF.COM Photo Gallery Forum...smell for the decaying 'possum.:p

[bobstad]

Both movies?

You are correct that I missed any reference to Gypsies in the movie In Cold Blood. I've read Capote's book as well. The two guys that raped and killed the Cutlers where the last two executed in Kansas. They were hanged, and I'm glad they where hanged. The actor that portrayed Capote, Seymour Phillips (?) did a fine job! Capote, as a human being gives me the creeps, but he is(was?) an astute author.

I got two movies here recently, one at the nearby grocery seconds store I often shop at; sold as for two for three dollars dvds, once the Xmas rush was over. The other at a pawn shop.

One was "In Cold Blood" based upon the book which I got new at the grocery place, which had the offensive song; the other "Capote' " about the writing of "In Cold Blood" and making the movie that was based upon, came from the pawn shop.

Religion is a strange trip for me; an atheist since the age of fifteen. I had one character try to browbeat me when I lived in Eureka, CA. That even as an atheist I had to be an Xtian. If a person is living poor; this seems to make one vulnerable to that sort of stuff.

I watched another good dvd movie Agoura about the Egyptian town of Alexandria during the fourth century A. D. That was a nasty scene to say the least; and one a sad commentary about the "civilizing" influence of religions. Lots of wholesale murder by various sects, amongst pagans Xtians & Jews.

I guess my biggest "awakening" came from inside a solitary confinement cell over a weekend early in September of '98; for refusing to sign a ticket for running a stop sign on my old ten-speed.

Asked the next morning if I were a gang member by a muscle-bound guard, so I could be segregated best; the notion was so ridiculous and I was in a bad enough mood, I turned and started to walk away from him, who threw me in a hammer lock then escorted me thus to my private accommodations.

For the next three days I got to contemplate the Xtian "fish" sign, turned as if the fish stood on it's tail someone had drawn with what looked like a pencil at the foot of the cot I slept on, on the wall. This had been obviously to graphically show, so as to represent a between the knees representation of a woman's crotch; so making anyone with a cross to bear, seem to some degree pornographic?

The kicker came with the uniformed woman in a sheriff's deputy's garb; and the unlikely name of LOVEALL stenciled in black on a green patch above one of her breast pockets, who took me to court after the weekend. Where I irked doll of a Humboldt county superior court judge Marilyn Miles; by insisting upon my innocence and the right to go to court, rather than allowing time served to pay my ticket for running the stop sign. Later tossed out of court for failure to prosecute.

What an older middle-aged, bearded person is harassed by; for going about their business, riding their bike around town during the middle of a weekday. "The most corrupt town on the west coast" is what many people locals and otherwise call Eureka.

[BigElCat]

I wasn't clear regarding In Cold Blood. I've read the book, seen the movie at least twice. I've also watched Capote, the movie.

I'll talk some more about the God thing later. I'm not religious at all.

Your awakening in the cell is interesting, but I don't have an opinion about it.

I don't try to cram my POV (point of view) on anyone. I'm crazy even by Xtian standards. Xtain is insulting to many Christians. It's like me not capitalizing Gypsy.

I'm done for the day.