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Juxtaposition

Robin has been on Prednisone for about nine months now.  Prednisone is a very efficacious drug to use when the body is beating itself up. It also has many awful side effects.  Among those are weight gain, mood swings, cataracts and hair loss.  The list goes on, but those are the ones that Robin has experienced so far.  The mood swings have been the most difficult for me to deal with.  As a woman the hair loss has been the most trying for Robin.

At work the other day, we went to Old Spaghetti Factory as a group for lunch.  There were about 20 or 25 of us.  I accidentally ended up at the head of the table.  As our waitress approached the table I heard her remark, “My, what beautiful hair you have.”  I thought she was speaking to the young lady seated next to me.  The young lady was looking at me, and I realized the waitress was talking about me.  The waitress went to make a comment along the lines of, “It is amazing how many of the guys that come in here with long hair look like they stole it from a fashion magazine.”  Or something along those lines.  Of course, this amused all the folks at the table, a few of whom have teased me about my long hair in the past.  There was some more teasing afterwards when we returned to the office.  I have broad shoulders and it was all in good fun. Continue reading “Juxtaposition”

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I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou

cage bird“The fact that the adult American Negro female emerges a formidable character is often met with amazement, distaste and even belligerence. It is seldom accepted as an inevitable outcome of the struggle won by survivors and deserves respect if not enthusiastic acceptance.”

This book is about several things. It is the autobiography of Maya Angelou’s first 16 years of life. It is also the story of strong black women as evidenced by the quote above which is towards the end of the book. It is about the black experience growing up in a racially divided world. It is about folks making it the best they can under those conditions. And under all this is the story of surviving sexual abuse.

The first strong woman we encounter is Momma, her father’s mother who lives in Stamps, Arkansas. Stamps is in the southwest corner of Arkansas, a poor region in one of the poorest states in the Union. Momma ran “the only Negro general merchandise store since the turn of the century” in that part of Arkansas. And Momma did reasonable well for herself.   She is in a financial position where she has white renters, and at times loaned money to white people. She is also old school religious. After her son and Maya’s mother split the blanket, Maya and her brother are unceremoniously placed with their grandmother. Continue reading “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou”

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Conspiracy Theory — Not the Movie

Dick Cheney Speaks At The American Enterprise InstituteI was recently taken to task for a previous blog posting, Opinion Bombs. The precise section that was objectionable to the commenter was:

“I feel like there is some unknown force driving wedges between the various factions of our country and of the world. I’m not a big believer in conspiracy theories, but it feels like the “powers that be” want to keep the little folk bickering among themselves. It is the magician’s sleight of the hand. Distract the masses with these wedges and the powers can go on with whatever it is they want to do.”

Specifically, the commenter found my use of “conspiracy theory” problematic. Perhaps I used the word incorrectly. Conspiracy is defined as – “a secret plan by a group to do something unlawful or harmful.” A conspiracy theory is defined as – “a belief that some covert but influential organization is responsible for a circumstance or event.” The operative difference is “belief”.

What I was referring to as conspiracy theories is no longer very covert, Continue reading “Conspiracy Theory — Not the Movie”

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Opinion Bombs

I have friends of color. I have a couple black friends with ties to Ferguson. I have white friends. I have friends, who are conservatives and others that are liberals. When I say friends I mean real and/or Facebook. Tobomb-477229_640 all of the above I could substitute the word friend with relatives. I mention this because in my Facebook feeds I get multiple opinions on the Michael Brown and Eric Garner cases. What has struck me most strongly is that there seems to be a strong dichotomy that is tending to break down along lines of color and position on the political spectrum.  People are not so much discussing the situation as throwing opinion bombs at each other.

There was one posting on the Michael Brown case with a lot of reinforcing comments to the posters opinion of Michael Brown being a criminal. What struck me so vividly was the way the posters and commenters saw blacks. They were definitely “others”. They were a group separate from them, and something to be feared. Last time I looked we were all humans and we all bleed red.

I’m not the first to notice this phenomenon, that we do not discuss issues anymore. Continue reading “Opinion Bombs”

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Robin’s Snoopy Dance

snoopy_dancingThere is one very special thing about Robin — you almost never have to guess what she is feeling. Unless it is an environment like work where it is better to keep your mask on, to see her is to know where she is at emotionally.

She is also a little hyperactive. I bring this up because she has an adorable behavior that I have seen directed at me twice and at other folks a couple times. When she sees someone she really likes and cares about, and she has not seen them in a while her whole body smiles. Yes her face is all lit up, but her body goes into this little dance that I can only relate to what I have seen Snoopy do in the cartoons. She is happy all over, her whole body is smiling.

First time I came back to St. Louis after moving to Memphis for work she went into one that lasted about a minute. We went to New Orleans a while back and saw an old, dear friend of hers who she had not seen in years. That was another Snoopy dance of a minute or so.

I came home the other night after being gone just one night for a quick trip to Muskogee, by gawd, Oklahoma. She went into short Snoopy dance then. I cannot imagine a better homecoming.

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Rev. Joe’s Random Thought # 8,309

yeah I know you did not ask!

Google knows me much too well. Of course, these voice recognition programs have a hard time with my Okie accent also. I’m driving to Tulsa the other day, and I want to find a western store. So I used the voice dictation function to enter into a Google search the following phrase: “western store Tulsa Oklahoma”. It changed that into “porn store Tulsa Oklahoma”. It must have been the personalization feature of Google.

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Motown: The Musical

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I was born in the fifties, grew up in the 60s, and attended college in the early 70s. The soundtrack of my youth is in many ways the Motown playbook. Whenever I hear any number of those songs, I “Dr. Who” it back to that era when the song was new.

We saw Motown: The Musical Saturday night at The Fabulous Fox Theatre in St. Louis. It was a short three hours of wonderful music and dancing. So many of the performers did the songs so well, it felt like the original artist was there in front of us.   Robin thought it was the best show she had seen at the Fox. I would not go that far, but it was definitely up there.

As a bit of background, St. Louis has been on edge for several weeks due the situation in Ferguson with the Michael Brown shooting.   A white policeman shot a young black man several times resulting in his death. There were demonstrations and some minor rioting afterwards. The shooting was the evening of August 9, 2014. Here it is Nov 22, 2014 and the grand jury is still out without a decision, although one is expected any day. The typical crowd at a Broadway musical presented at the Fox is older Continue reading “Motown: The Musical”

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No Driver Left Behind

I spend way too much time commuting which allows me time to observe the idiocy of the motoring public. And yes I know from time to time while driving I fall under the rubric of idiot. My primary rule when I amindex driving is to consider everyone on the road an idiot except myself, and do not be too sure about myself.

I was thinking driving home today with all the push for testing and evaluating for competence in schools perhaps we should do the same for drivers. Some method could be devised to evaluate overall driving skills. This would then be tied into everyone’s driving records. If you fell in the bottom 20% you would have to have a red flashing light on your car. If you fell into the next quintile an orange light, then yellow and so forth. That way you quickly recognize the total idiots and give them a wider berth. Of course, you would have to retest annually as skills change. And I can see some folks sandbagging to get the red light so folks would stay away, but if you tied it to their insurance rates…