Not So Best in The West

I’ve ended my relation with Best in the West in Pahrump. It’s a souvenior and t-shirt shop that makes its living on laundry and dry cleaning.

I was selling some rocks and posters out of there with the encouragement of Frank who is the owner. No more than thirty or forty dollars a month. And then . . .

And then I made a one time sale of $144 with a speciality item. Without paying me first for what I was owed, Frank said I needed to now invest in his business. $250 a month to sell anything out of there.

Many full time rock shops do not make $250 in month. And that amount would be just to break even. Absolutely insane.

But it was a good time to leave. In the three or four months I have been around the shop, sometimes in for only an hour or two, Frank talks down about his wife. Constantly. In front of her, in front of me, in front of other customers. He’s a bully to his wife. In public!

And this guy goes to church every week. He and her are Jehovah’s Witnesses. I assume that means they are Christians.

But what kind of Christian bad mouths his wife in public every time she comes into the store? To her face? He also complains about her to customers when she is not in. I know she hates it. I’m not judging here, I am reporting a fact.

We are all sinners. For my part, I try to limit my sins to myself. I don’t embark on deliberate injury to anyone else.

Yet this guy goes about his life hurting his wife and then going to church every Sunday. It is appalling and toxic and I was stupid to stay there. I really wanted some retail space and I tried to ignore what was happening. That was my sin. But that sin is no longer ongoing. I am no longer part of that abuse.

Thank God.


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Keep Up!

When we meet someone new we desperately want that person to keep up with what we are saying. Tell me joke if I tell you a joke. Tell me you know the news like I know the news. Field a strange question. Are we equals? Do we have a chance together?

In this remarkable interview, the artfully obstinate and challenging Charles Grodin takes his comedically deadpan style against the master of interviewing, Johnny Carson.

It is a long video but it demonstrates how two equally talented people keep up with each other and how each challenges the other to go even further. Grodin doesn’t smile much but I am sure he is in awe of some of Carson’s comebacks. Grodin has a unique schtick but Carson benefits from having seen thousands of other schticks.

This used to be called one-upmanship but I doubt that idiomatic term is used anymore. My Dad was on the debating team at Michigan. If someone quoted a famous writer then Dad might make up a quote saying the opposite by that writer. There was no time in the debate to check the authenticity of Dad’s quote, but it worked to undermine and disprove the know it all on the other side of the podium.

A remarkable public tête-à-tête.

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You Were Talking About the End of the World

How many of yesterday’s poets would have made it as rock stars today? I suspect several. Bono and the crew of U2 have often struck me as after their time.

Songwriting credits belong to: Adam Clayton. Dave Evans, Larry Mullen, and Paul Hewson

Until the End of the World

Haven’t seen you in quite a while
I was down the hold just passing time
Last time we met was a low-lit room
We were as close together as a bride and groom
We ate the food, we drank the wine
Everybody having a good time
Except you
You were talking about the end of the world
I took the money
I spiked your drink
You miss too much these days if you stop to think
You lead me on with those innocent eyes
You know I love the element of surprise
In the garden I was playing the tart
I kissed your lips and broke your heart
You were acting like it was the end of the world
Love, love, love
Love, love
Love, love, love
Love (love)
Love, love
In my dream I was drowning my sorrows
But my sorrows, they learned to swim
Surrounding me, going down on me
Spilling over the brim
Waves of regret and waves of joy
I reached out for the one I tried to destroy
You, you said you’d wait
‘Til the end of the world

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A Little Night Music

A Little Night Music

Nevada doesn’t have a closing time for bars unless the bar itself sets it or there is some local prohibition.

I’m in Tonopah, Nevada which is in Nye County. Tonopah sits on I-95 which is the route between Las Vegas and Reno.

I’m staying at the period correct Mizpah Hotel and across the street is the Tonopah Liquor Company where a fair number of people are hooting and hollering and carrying on. As they should be on a Saturday night/morning. Without the State shutting it down.

You can also buy alcohol at any time of the day or night from any market that is open. Nevada has no greater accident rate when it comes to drunk driving.  There is no difference to our safety here compared to other states which mandate closing times.

That such laws are for “your own good” is just a way that joyless politicians and safety Nazis get back at people who are having more fun than they are. If they knew how to have fun.

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Sonnet 1: From Fairest Creatures we Desire Increase by Shakespeare

I can’t abide Shakespeare. His Olde English is too old and it gets in the way of his message and the rhythm of his lines. We expect good poetry to flow like water from a faucet, instead, Shakespeare too often is a sputtering spigot of guess and analysis.

Never-the-less, his sonnets are well regarded to this day. I’m going to look at his first here and then move back to modern poets. There are some nice touches here that somehow survive the centuries.

Update: I wrote too soon. I liked the phrase “thine own bright eyes” but the rest is indeed a research project. for example, says Sonnet 1 is:

“A procreation sonnet within the Fair Youth sequence. The poem is essentially about the dynamic relationship between transience and continuity of beauty. It expounds the fact that beauty is temporary at an individual level but achieves permanency at the lineage level.”

Okay, fine. I’m sure with the tenth or eleventh reading I’d be more attracted to this poem. If extended analysis need be, however, I am more drawn to The Wasteland (internal link) or The Love Song of Alfred J Prufrock. (internal link).

Sorry to give up so quickly, William, but I need magic and movement. I know you have it but I want to see it more easily as easiness most characterizes or enables those qualities. Another time.

From Fairest Creatures we Desire Increase (Sonnet 1)

By William Shakespeare (1564–1610)

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty’s rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory;
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, tender churl, mak’st waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee.

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Kate Beckinsale on a Meathook

I didn’t put her there.  A young woman director named Tanya Wexler put her there. Along with a chain around Beckinsale’s neck. Getting bound and tortured is the chief element in this supposed fight for justice and revenge flick.

It’s an Amazon product. Called Jolt. Apparently Beckinsale is fine with the movie’s direction because she went along with it. Got her check.

The chief character is Lindy who has a genetic defect that makes her go all Hulk on people when she gets angry. But the Hulk never got beaten in a sexual way while captive and hung from a meathook.

What do we have? Amazon, the movie company, this woman director, the advertisers, all of them want us to believe this is some sort of women’s lib production where the female takes control to exact revenge against evil males who started her agony. Yeah, right.

I’m not buying it. You have to watch Lindy get electrically shocked, time after time, by domineering males to really question who this film is supposed to appeal to. It was clearly produced to appeal to prurient interests. Believe me, I know that when I see it. (internal link)

Amazon isn’t engaged in an art project here, rather, the aim is to attract viewers who in turn will buy stuff.

Don’t blame me for watching. I didn’t make it, it was advertised to me and I chose to watch it. But I am the viewer here and not the Amazon boardroom and their bankers and that woman producer who decided to put their time and millions into making this film.

Who’s the greater pervert? The people that produced it or the people that watch it? This is corporate approved and manufactured misogyny.

I honestly admit to a fascination with disturbing images (internal link) but I doubt Bezos and Amazon will be so canid. (I’m waiting for the cover story.)

Don’t tell me those scenes are for plot development. What plot? The only reason a guy would watch this is to see Beckinsale’s character kick ass and then to see her get her ass kicked.

Cmon. This is trash. But sex sells. Always has, always will. And corporations like Amazon will always lie about advertising with sex. Or about bondage with a chain around a woman’s neck while she hangs from a meathook.

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If you Don’t Know Who Ann Margret Was, Now You Do

She was a force of nature when dancing as this screen test hints at. She supported the troops during the Vietnam War while on many Bob Hope / USO tours. She considered Elvis Presley her soulmate. I wouldn’t say she was a classic beauty like Bardot (who could also could dance a little), but it’s everything put together when you talk about Ann Margret. And, really, no words are needed.

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Some Photoshop Filters

These were all produced on auto settings. Most can be manipulated endlessly by setting manually.

Update: I am selling a 24X36 unframed poster of these images. From my Disturbing Images page . . .

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Desktop Livestreaming to Instagram

Desktop livestreaming to Instagram is a nightmare to learn. And expensive. Like everything online has always been. Still, everything you learn will apply to streaming in general which is an unstoppable movement. We all have to learn about HDMI and how it is differs from our age old USB devices.

As I read business sites about setting up this service I am struck by how out of body the writers are. Have they really set up desktop livestreaming? Doing so requires buying equipment, subscribing to a streaming platform, learning broadcast software, and endless experimenting. Have they done all of this? They seem to be simply repeating instructions from somewhere.

Similarly, writers outlining how to set up an e-commerce store are similarly unconvincing. Have they actually gone through every step they recommend? Have they sold products themselves? If not, they should tell their readers. Otherwise, it’s all just talk. Bad, misleading talk. So much of this reminds me of medical care workers who never call the telephone numbers they hand out or visit the websites they tell their patients to visit. Sloth combined with stupidity.

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Gumps on Post in San Francisco

Gumps was a store that helped make San Francisco magical. It started in 1861 after the Gold Rush flooded San Francisco with wealth. Treasures from the Orient poured in. Yes, the Orient.

It was part gift shop, part museum, and all wonderful. I remember it from the late 1960s until the late 1980s. It changed ownership after that and changed.

You bought beautiful things at Gumps.

Their catalogs were as beautiful as the store. Every time I move I take the six copies I own along. I am not leaving Gumps behind.

One of the world’s most beautiful stores.

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