A section of graffiti on a wall in Mazatlán that appealed to me.

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Tying up some loose ends and loosening up some tied ends . . . .


(From a letter to Mr. Edward Garnett that appeared in The North American Review, April, 1901.)

When I read your letter it seemed to me impossible that I could send any message to the American people. But thinking over it at night, it came to me that, if I had to address the American people, I should like to thank them for the great help I have received from their writers who flourished about the fifties. I would mention Garrison, Parker, Emerson, Ballou, and Thoreau, not as the greatest, but as those who, I think specially influenced me. Other names are Channing, Whittier, Lowell, Walt Whitman--a bright constellation, such as is rarely to found in the literatures of the world.

And I should like to ask the American people why they do not pay more attention to these voices (hardly to be replaced by those of financial and industrial millionaires, or successful generals and admirals), and continue the good work in which they made such hopeful progress.

Tolstoy posed a good question for which I have no good answer. I do have a question of my own in return, however. What is Emerson's name doing in that list?

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I do not know whether this will work for you. Whenever I start to focus too much on some awful thing that I did when younger; whenever I begin to ponder some disappointment or failure in the past; whenever I begin to dwell on this or that mistake that I made long ago . . . at the first twinge of regret about anything, I immediately drive to Walmart and hang out for awhile.

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This is a photograph of Pancho Villa and his staff that I am fond of. I cannot, however, identify that gringo standing immediately to General Villa's left and have been alert for any information about him for years now. So far nothing. Obviously, I simply have not read the right thing yet.

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I would like to spend a little time contemplating a bust of Homer myself. Any excuse, any excuse at all, to avoid working on our tax returns. Unfortunately, busts of Homer are hard to come by around here.

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In the nature of a public service announcement . . . .

If you have been a victim of predatory lending, unfair or deceptive credit practices, or a fraudulent mortgage, then good luck with that.

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A section of wall in the Ladies' Room at F.B. & Co., Waubeek, Iowa.

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Albert Camus once wrote, "In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer." I can only wonder what kind of a pissant, weak-stick winter he was dealing with at the time. An Algerian winter maybe?

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I am up to my ass in potpourri here, but that is enough for this installment. We shall close with some political commentary:

I am not a robot.

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Comment by koshersalaami on March 10, 2017 at 2:16pm

I wish I could post pictures from an IPad. I'd have helped you with one of your issues. 

Comment by JMac1949 Today on March 10, 2017 at 2:42pm

Me neither, but exactly what kind of potpourri you been smokin?  R&L

Comment by nerd cred on March 10, 2017 at 3:46pm

Do birds know what they're saying?

Comment by alsoknownas on March 10, 2017 at 3:55pm

Well, this is some funny stuff. If the graffiti around here were anywhere near this quality I would write letters to have the local Graffiti Abatement Agency defunded.

As for criminals on horses and burros I nothing except what I learned on B & W TV in the 50's.

In regard to the bird, I can tell you that when I was 16 I had a job selling women's shoes in the high boots era which was a wonderful learning experience I must say, Nobody used the term commando back then.

i was moved to the children's department for my own sake I guess where there was a bird in a cage. I was resentful for having been transferred from the fun department so I taught it to cuss. Eventually however  it became so prolific that it was determined that a child could not have taught it so much.

I was fired and went off to run the music store at another shop in the mall.

 The charge was contributing to the delinquency of a mynah.

Comment by greenheron on March 10, 2017 at 3:56pm

Lots of juicy tidbits here– fat sleepy dogs, Rembrandt, good bathroom graffiti, a foul mouthed bird.

I just finished my taxes pre-prep this morning. I have an accountant but it takes me three days to organize everything that was in the overflowing brown bag  to send to him. After I mail that fat envelope it feels like fifty pounds of damp gray blanket lifted from my shoulders.

So the really important thing is, how do I help you raise this post to the top? Should I have typed each line into a different comment? Are high rez images and BAVs boosters? I'm glad my reach for the top is over today because this is kind of exhausting.

Comment by greenheron on March 10, 2017 at 4:00pm

Here's some pix. Hope they help.

adorable sleeping dog

Comment by greenheron on March 10, 2017 at 4:00pm

Rembrandt again

Comment by greenheron on March 10, 2017 at 4:04pm


Comment by Myriad on March 10, 2017 at 4:30pm

That looks like a cow reclining in front of the heater... 

Comment by tr ig on March 10, 2017 at 4:53pm

Yes, it was an Algerian winter. Mother died today, or was it yesterday. Camus really grabs me.

As does Homer and Pancho Villa. Whoever the gringo was, you know he was having a good time.

I too often go into the bathroom of the sex I most identify with. Those with vaginas, their toilettes are so pristine. Who knew they were such graffitiest?


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