The political circus and its underpinnings and rigged formats clearly show why US citizens are divided, discouraged, and angry. The system and some federal agencies are corrupt * (please read related new post on Animal Ministry Blog at http://animalministry.blogspot.com). To repair the system would take the cooperation and sincerity of both major parties. Super PACs, health insurance companies, big pharma, and other powerful industries and agencies are running things ... and have no conscience. Repairing the system will take a major and far-reaching effort. Of all the candidates, the two "outsiders" are the most sincere. I like Bernie Sanders, admire his honesty and intellect, and will vote for him in the primary.
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Tuesday, February 16, 2016
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
POW ! And make that a double.
My aging (who isn’t?) dog couldn’t get up off my bedroom floor at about 3 a.m. this morning. Her struggles and repeated thud noises woke me and I sprang out of bed to help her. This has happened to her before and each time she gets understandably scared. So do I. She’s a big girl and I need to position myself just right over her and slide my arms under her pelvic area in order to raise her up and enable her rear section to regain control so she can stand and walk. We had accomplished this and I had crawled back between my satin sheets (the one luxury I give myself is satin). I had just gotten myself cozy and then ...
POW! There is more than one reason it is called a “Pow”er outage. One terrific Pow explosion accompanying the huge brilliant orange visual lit up the fog and drizzle-filled sky at 3:14 a.m. in front of my house today. It was the friendly transformer on the utility pole outside the front window of my bedroom. It was too bleary and weary to be happening; yet, there it was, unspectacularly quiet now ... a deceased or deep coma transformer. I dreaded the next part. I knew I had to call KUB’s emergency and outage phone line.
Sure enough, the gregarious female robotic voice told me to punch in either my account # (all my paid utility bills are filed in the file cabinet and it is very, very dark to find them in my house at the moment) or the phone # associated with the account (OK, that is do-able so I did that). She also mentioned that I could go online and view my options. ! Well, sure, I have no electricity so she thinks I should try to turn the computer on and access my Internet connection! Finally, she gave me a phone option I can use if I have information that might help the repair crew. So I punched in my phone number again so the repairman could call me for this valuable information. The only hitch to that is that now my phone is showing it would like to be charged and I’m not sure he will be able to reach me if the phone doesn’t get plugged into some electricity to be charged soon. When the repairman called, he listened to my description of the transformer’s demise and assured me he will send a crew out. And he did ... I saw their truck slowly drive by and look up at the transformer and then drive away into the fog. As the hours drifted by (the hours were drifting ... but I was feebly moving from the bed to the couch to the window, many times), and approached 7 a.m., I put together a plan: At 8 a.m. I would drive myself to my friend Dr. G’s office and ask him if he will let me charge my cell phone there, then I will carry my Tetley tea bag into a fast-food place and ask them to serve it to me in some nice hot water. Once I had that plan in my mind and set to work, I got dressed and walked toward the door.
Well, to my utter delight and relief, and with a sincerely spoken sentiment of gratitude to my Higher Power, I saw – coming down my little street -- a convoy of KUB vehicles. First was the big POWerful looking one with a myriad of flashing orange lights and other stuff, then the one that has that lifting and contorting ladder that climbs way up, up, up! The last vehicle was the "traffic control” truck that positions itself between the repair crews and cars that are passing by. Twice, during the repair scenario I walked out there to reassure myself that the crew was really there and to watch with fascination as a brave man went up in the bucket and was doing things to wet wires. When he came down, another man told me the POWer should be back up in about ten minutes. A while later, my appliances began their little noises to let me know they were beginning to feed on the electricity ... but all too quickly (maybe ten seconds) I heard another POW! It was a transformer up the street on the other end of the utility line. "Oh no! I’m heading to Dr. G’s right now".
But ... on my way out the door (if this is a movie, add some symphonic music here), I saw the trucks returning to “my” transformer and so naturally I went out to see if mine was the offending one. A couple of the crew members said that they are going over the work they did on the other end to see what they might have missed. Sure enough, at around 8 a.m., I heard the welcomed beeps and hums of my heaters, furnace, internet modem, and all those awesome things we take for granted. I felt ecstatic. And dear Dr. G. didn’t need to charge my phone and I didn’t have to wave a tea bag at a fast-food place. So ... it was time for me to eat, walk my dog, and slide back into my satin sheets ... and I did!
Accolades for the KUB crews! While KUB needs to program its telephone robot with nicer procedural skills to help customers during outages, the wonderful, beautiful guys -- heroes who ride in with KUB's awesome repair vehicles -- cannot be praised enough. These men even laugh and sing while they ride up into the air and re-wire (or whatever they were doing to) frazzled transformers. More than that, they speak pleasantly with homeowners who, not at their best between 4 and 7 a.m., emerge from their front doors and meander across lawns in robes and floppy slippers to watch the repair – sort of like cheerleaders who want their heroes to win the game with the clever and wily wires.
POW! There is more than one reason it is called a “Pow”er outage. One terrific Pow explosion accompanying the huge brilliant orange visual lit up the fog and drizzle-filled sky at 3:14 a.m. in front of my house today. It was the friendly transformer on the utility pole outside the front window of my bedroom. It was too bleary and weary to be happening; yet, there it was, unspectacularly quiet now ... a deceased or deep coma transformer. I dreaded the next part. I knew I had to call KUB’s emergency and outage phone line.
Sure enough, the gregarious female robotic voice told me to punch in either my account # (all my paid utility bills are filed in the file cabinet and it is very, very dark to find them in my house at the moment) or the phone # associated with the account (OK, that is do-able so I did that). She also mentioned that I could go online and view my options. ! Well, sure, I have no electricity so she thinks I should try to turn the computer on and access my Internet connection! Finally, she gave me a phone option I can use if I have information that might help the repair crew. So I punched in my phone number again so the repairman could call me for this valuable information. The only hitch to that is that now my phone is showing it would like to be charged and I’m not sure he will be able to reach me if the phone doesn’t get plugged into some electricity to be charged soon. When the repairman called, he listened to my description of the transformer’s demise and assured me he will send a crew out. And he did ... I saw their truck slowly drive by and look up at the transformer and then drive away into the fog. As the hours drifted by (the hours were drifting ... but I was feebly moving from the bed to the couch to the window, many times), and approached 7 a.m., I put together a plan: At 8 a.m. I would drive myself to my friend Dr. G’s office and ask him if he will let me charge my cell phone there, then I will carry my Tetley tea bag into a fast-food place and ask them to serve it to me in some nice hot water. Once I had that plan in my mind and set to work, I got dressed and walked toward the door.
Well, to my utter delight and relief, and with a sincerely spoken sentiment of gratitude to my Higher Power, I saw – coming down my little street -- a convoy of KUB vehicles. First was the big POWerful looking one with a myriad of flashing orange lights and other stuff, then the one that has that lifting and contorting ladder that climbs way up, up, up! The last vehicle was the "traffic control” truck that positions itself between the repair crews and cars that are passing by. Twice, during the repair scenario I walked out there to reassure myself that the crew was really there and to watch with fascination as a brave man went up in the bucket and was doing things to wet wires. When he came down, another man told me the POWer should be back up in about ten minutes. A while later, my appliances began their little noises to let me know they were beginning to feed on the electricity ... but all too quickly (maybe ten seconds) I heard another POW! It was a transformer up the street on the other end of the utility line. "Oh no! I’m heading to Dr. G’s right now".
But ... on my way out the door (if this is a movie, add some symphonic music here), I saw the trucks returning to “my” transformer and so naturally I went out to see if mine was the offending one. A couple of the crew members said that they are going over the work they did on the other end to see what they might have missed. Sure enough, at around 8 a.m., I heard the welcomed beeps and hums of my heaters, furnace, internet modem, and all those awesome things we take for granted. I felt ecstatic. And dear Dr. G. didn’t need to charge my phone and I didn’t have to wave a tea bag at a fast-food place. So ... it was time for me to eat, walk my dog, and slide back into my satin sheets ... and I did!
Accolades for the KUB crews! While KUB needs to program its telephone robot with nicer procedural skills to help customers during outages, the wonderful, beautiful guys -- heroes who ride in with KUB's awesome repair vehicles -- cannot be praised enough. These men even laugh and sing while they ride up into the air and re-wire (or whatever they were doing to) frazzled transformers. More than that, they speak pleasantly with homeowners who, not at their best between 4 and 7 a.m., emerge from their front doors and meander across lawns in robes and floppy slippers to watch the repair – sort of like cheerleaders who want their heroes to win the game with the clever and wily wires.
Friday, November 14, 2014
Worth The Wait ...
... for me, and I hope for my friends, fans, and all like-minded souls: my video entitled “Love vs Warzilla”. I think it’s an important message. We filmed this (it’s a speech that is scripted and delivered by me) back in August. Then a number of circumstances stalled it. But now it’s up and running! In it you will learn how it got its name ... and other bold things are touched on, as well. It feels like it's a brave video and it certainly gives a great deal of transparency to my feelings. If you watch it, please view it all the way to the end to hear my song "I Love All The Voices". Also on YouTube are music videos for two of my other songs ... “Dance with Me” (a “large” equally romantic and ethereal song that alludes to Life being the ultimate dance partner) and “That’s The Way You Make Me Feel” (a sensuous song with techy facets). All video production was done by Dr. Donovan Stewart, who is an exceptionally fine chiropractor and luthier. My songs, including the song at the end of the speech (I Love All The Voices) , were recorded and mastered at Songwriters Studio here in Knoxville with phenomenally talented William (Sandy) Garrett at the helm.
The Love vs Warzilla speech and song I Love All The Voices links are https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bOCCFYEZU88 and
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OltBCIZ6Gxw
The other songs are:
Dance With Me http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r7T9FeK5e4c
and
That's The Way You Make Me Feel
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MwXKGnpO3VE
The Love vs Warzilla speech and song I Love All The Voices links are https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bOCCFYEZU88 and
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OltBCIZ6Gxw
The other songs are:
Dance With Me http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r7T9FeK5e4c
and
That's The Way You Make Me Feel
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MwXKGnpO3VE
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Sunday, June 14, 2009
Words —
I’d like to publish here a little poem (I’ve written many ... some serious, some comical) entitled "Words". Sometimes I’m even more aware than usual of the power of words. Words create and project energies. When we string words into a sentence, we create something that has power, sometimes enough power to take on a life of its own. What we say can be for the good or can be destructive. Truly, words can be weapons, words can be tools, words can be caresses. How wonderful to caress someone with words, and to be so caressed, so positively stroked!
Here is the funny little poem written a number of years ago (it almost qualifies as a limerick except for its rhythm):
WORDS
Light on their feet,
Or as heavy as they can be,
Lofty and good, Base and bad,
Bold, playful, somber, sad...
Not bland or namby-pamby.
Here is the funny little poem written a number of years ago (it almost qualifies as a limerick except for its rhythm):
WORDS
Light on their feet,
Or as heavy as they can be,
Lofty and good, Base and bad,
Bold, playful, somber, sad...
Not bland or namby-pamby.
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