"One must have a heart of stone to read the death of Little Nell by Dickens without laughing." OSCAR WILDE, you go boy!
aloha,
had some bad dreams last nite & am still waiting for DEFINITIVE TEST RESULTS...
1. every time my sleep mask slipped i panicked as tho the BEE POLLEN INDUSTRY was bent on taking over the usa via sleep masks, yeah right.
2. was much worse, i was back in harlem at my current age (62) and my mom was still alive, she's be about 80+? now (b.1925) anyway she gave me $1 to buy her a donut, sounds simple right? so i don't take my cane, it's a sign of weakness in the predatory ghetto. i try and take the elevator from the twelfth floor, where we lived, but the elevator refuses to stop, a common tactic on weekends, so i take the treacherous stairs. speaking of tactics, as usual all the lights are broken out so it's NINJA TIME AGAIN. i get down a few flights unmolested then i'm grappling with someone in the dark, i pin both his arms with mine then head butt him repeatedly before slamming him into the brick walls and tossing him down the next flight of steel tipped concrete stairs then i go oustide where another kid with two booody stumps challenges me to do the same dance with him...it went on and on and on from there with me refusing to pay $45 for a dozen mixt donuts and two fancy cupcakes to a small grimace heavy chainsmoking korean baker, the dream ends with me contemplating a Greyhound bus back to KALIpornia.
i am NOT telling you all this just to bum u out, ok maybe a lil, but i have a point to make ( & yes i still dream about the BAD OLD DAZE IN HARLEM 2-3 times a month). a couple of times, when the STONE BOYZ were young MY EX-THE MIRAGE (her newly chosen nom de blog, which is both poetic and true on so many levels SIGH.) asked me to teach them STREET SMARTS like it was some magic ointment you could apply to kidz raised primarily in the suburbs and wilderness. i got them every OTHER weekend and tried to teach them what i knew WHEN THEY WOULD LISTEN.. THE DIRTY LIL SECRET OF PARENTING- most times your kidz don't give a flying f*ck about what experience you have or what outmoded gibberish you may have deceiphered.when younger they would often ask WHY DO YOU KNOW ALL THAT? when older they stopped asking as they no longer cared what anyone other than their friends and relentless video games thot.
a CRASH COURSE IN STREET SMARTS,yeah right.
the one thing i remember my Boyz being impressed with , and this was rare, i told them that when i studied TAI CHI CHUAN (COMBAT STYLE) with my teacher SIFU GATE CHAN, i was able to gauge the martial arts ability of anyone walking down the street JUST FROM THE WAY THEY MOVED....this has come in handy many times but not what i consider one of my greatest accomplishments. anyway both are now in their early 20s and consider me a mostly useless old fossil esp, the youngest who hates both me and MY EX-THE MIRAGE (love the sound of that) with a murderous passion -if Aspergers cases even feel that depth of passion???
speaking of which APRIL IS AUTISM AWARENESS MONTH, now u are sorta aware.
LIFE IS NOT LIKE EITHER MORTAL KOMBAT, STREET FIGHTER or the one where u get to kill hookers & cops( Grand Theft Auto?) .it is both better & worse and twiddling your thumbs over some ELECTRONIC ARTS pixel universe does not make u street smart, nor does some hygienic karate class where eye gouging,spitting,concealed weapons or multiple opponents are NOT Permitted. huge huge sigh.
so i did the best i could when they would listen and tried to subliminally impart the cornerstones of CRITICAL THINKING over movies and burgers, so far neither of them has made the national news for doing something both criminal & stupid (yet another reason i watch cnn/hln daily).
i was totally unprepared for LIFE ON MY OWN now my Boyz are likewise, the CIRCLE OF LIFE REVOLVES ON CRUSHING THE UNWARY UNDER IT sigh...
looks to be ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL DAY IN PARADISE and i have yet another meeting about how to keep disabled poor people from dying (fill in the SIGHS here...)
namaste y'all
yours from beneath
THE MINISTRY OF TRUTH (see Orwell)
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