I read that I'm not unusual for the times. People are sleeping badly and having unusual dreams, some of them nightmares. We are also, probably, remembering dreams more because we don't have to set an alarm clock.
I've tried to keep to a normal schedule and get out at least five days a week for a walk of about a mile in the sunlight and air. It's actually been a very beautiful spring. The air is good. The sky is exceptionally blue. There are clouds. These things are special in Southern California.
I have my dog who is now a slower, aging dog, as well. The soothing and stroking I give her should be therapeutic and she's an excellent excuse for being outside. I love her.
I've gone into my sewing supplies and hand stitched a few masks. I hate wearing them because I feel that the air I'm breathing in is probably more of my own exhaled air than usual. Maybe that's a factor in feeling that I'm actually fighting depression and tears. Out the door I go with my face swathed in one of my obviously hand-made masks. Taking suburban streets means that I'm not encountering many other humans and can lift the mask to actually breath the good air.
Yesterday I shampooed and conditioned my dog. She slept soundly after that. She ate her dinner while I had mine.
Last night I had a wonderful and nutritious dinner. Kale salad. An omelet with some good cheese melted inside. Nuts. I slipped her a teaspoon of the omelet.
When I went to bed, I heard a helicopter circling around the neighborhood to one side of me. Someone with an app that tells you what's going on with the circling helicopter told me it was about a car theft. Let's just say that the neighborhood the helicopter was over has a couple banks but few cars worth stealing. Unless you've gone Coronavirus-19 Crazy. These helicopters are extremely expensive to operate and are usually taken out for murderer on foot. I figured that the news of a car theft on this app of hers was either wrong or there's so little crime right now that they thought they'd take up a helicopter to stay in practice. This helicopter also circled for at least two hours, maybe three. Tell me how long it takes for a car thief to park and get out of a car.
I lay there trying to sleep. I got up and went out the front door and looked into the sky to see the copter. Yea, it was black and white - police.
Around 4:30 in the morning I awakened to my dog heaving all over the sheets. I could tell without putting on the lights that this was no small heave. I took her into my arms and put her outside a while. She went out but seemed, well, hangdog. When she came back in she drank a lot of water. Then she threw up on the floor. Another expansive puddle.
I didn't think I would get back to sleep and I did not. My dog was sick. She threw up like a human does with food poisoning. Repeatedly.
As the dawn made it's way into the bedroom window, I got up to look for rags, and begin what turned into a half a day clean up, locating puddles of throw up on various floor surfaces, mopping with rags, trying to at least soap the areas for sanitation. I removed sheets and padding and blankets from the bed. I had to hand scrub the puke before putting into the washing machine. I noticed that the 4:30 heave must have been explosive. Some was on the wall and more on the floor. It contained a lot of undigested chunks of kibble as well as some digested. Oh, Lord.
I got depressed.
Last week I'd called the vet to see about a possible flea shot and was told that they were closed until further notice. This is no time to try to locate an open vet, who is also a more expensive and unfamiliar vet.
I got on line to look for a home remedy. Luckily I had a small container of goat milk in the fridge and I gave her a small amount, followed by a tiny bit of kibble.
I held her in my arms and moved her bed, freshly made, near where I sat, looking for a good documentary for later. She finally settled in.
The whole time thought I was thinking about the horrible dream I was having and woke from at 4:30. I was on line looking for dream interpretations.
In my dream appeared an old friend I haven't seen in years, a person who I know a lot about that I would probably never tell anyone, but who turned his life around from the time I knew him. He is, I hear, probably the most successful person, at least financially, in his graduating class. When he appeared, seeming to visit me, I felt emotional, rather honored. There was a lot of chaos in the form of people I didn't know moving around in the setting, but I was conscious that I was carrying some items close to my chest, a couple notebooks or ledgers of some sort which I knew were important, my cell phone (which is turned off), and a pair of shoes I own which are extremely comfortable but dilapidated sandals (that need to be replaced as soon as I can go shoe shopping) as well as a pair of strappy sandals with chunky two inch heels, obviously new, and bright gold. My old friend hands me a crisp new $100 bill which I don't want to take.
I somehow know this is a dream but there are mental processes involved such as awareness of my emotions, which become less enthusiastic about this meet up when I realize that it will be no more than this interaction, that he cannot hang out. He just lost $2000 this day at his business. Take the money. Don't want to. But it's not much money to him. But he just lost $2000. He has no time. I tell him, "but I just sent you a gift and now you are giving it back!" Am I shamed into taking the hundred? Are we even? He has to go?
He leaves me disappointed. In this chaos I first realize I lost the cell phone.
I then realize I lost the important papers. Finally, I see that the floor is flooding and that one of the gold shoes is floating away. I have one gold shoe and the dilapidated sandals still close to my chest.
Have at it as you will.
According to various internet resources about dreams, this dream is all bad news, especially about financial loses, and loosing direction. A symbol of great financial success only wants to pay me a brief visit.
How did I create this dream?
It is, not unusual for the times though.
Now I'm going on my walk.
C 2020 Christine Trzyna
All Rights Reserved
4/28/20
MEN GIVE UP READING 50 PAGES BEFORE WOMEN
DAILY MAIL SCIENCE : MEN GIVE UP ON PAGE 50
This is bad news for those of us who write books that are so many pages more.
I wonder about the books they used. Maybe they were boring books. Maybe they were books that are generally more appealing to women. What happens if you give a man a manuel on how to repair his car? The difference between paper book and audio book and e-book?
EXCERPT: The report was created by the Audience Agency, a British charity that gathers data to help creative industries reach people who will enjoy their work.
4/13/20
GUINESS WORD RECORD FOR MAKING A HOUSE OF CARDS
Bryan Berg is the champeon card stacker. It looks so much fun to apply a fan to the structure and see what happens. It's almost poetic.
4/8/20
ARE WE TAKING CORONAVIRUS-19 TOO SERIOUSLY? MY AFTA-PANDEMIC PREDICTIONS : TALKING TO STRANGERS
This morning I headed out on foot, my face wrapped in a scarf, careful not to have too much human contact. I had a bill to pay and no mail had been picked up at the house for two days. (Envelopes were still clipped to the box for send.) So I knew I had to walk to a box. Half the people I encountered were wearing some sort of face protection.
I walked into the closest grocery store where the employees were not wearing face protection last week. Today they were - but not the other customers. I grabbed a free sanitation wipe and walked out. I have another week of toilet paper. Enough shampoo and soap to last three. But I was wondering what was on the shelves.
One bar which is staying open because they are also a restaurant (though the emphasis had never been on the food) has a sign out on the street that says "Free Toilet Paper with Order." We think this is funny. Just how much TP do you get, say with a full $29.99 order of ham and cabbage? A couple weeks ago when the sign appeared I stuck my head in to ask about the price of the ham and cabbage and the bar was full of men drinking side by side - no masks. A bartender - no mask.
I have friends who are taking Coronavirus-19 so seriously that when their son in law brought groceries (and then declared he was not shopping for another two weeks) in plastic bags, they let those bags sit for a day, then donned gloves to remove cans and produce, threw the bags into recycling, and proceeded to scrub the cans till the labels wore off, afraid that some other knowingly or unknowingly sick person had touched them. Is this wise or paranoia?
If I'm not picky about what I eat - and certainly those who lived through The Great Depression could not be and are my inspiration - I can go a couple weeks without shopping myself. In order to keep my supply of dried beans and legumes and assorted canned goods and pastas interesting I've tried many new recipes. Meanwhile my friend's cupboard is slowly being depleted, as she home makes bread every other day, and there are things she and her husband simply refuse to eat.
Specifically they decided pigs were treated especially horribly and they had decided they would no longer eat pig (though they do eat lots of fish, some chicken and other meats.) I think this has more to do with the intelligence of pigs over that of fish and chicken. This morning this is what they talked about in front of me.
Her: "I have some bacon in the freezer - uncured - that's been there forever. I was thinking when I was studying Buddhism that it was OK to eat whatever someone else presented to you. Do you think it would be OK to put some of that bacon in soup?
Me: "I was thinking of making green pea soup. I've never liked the flavor of green peas - I prefer the yellow - but most recipes for green pea soup suggest ham. What about bacon?
She: "I won't eat ham."
He: Shakes his head yes. (In agreement of one of us?)
Me: Probably that Buddhist thing started in cultures where it was considered rude to refuse any food offered as a guest. I was wondering if you wanted me to offer you this bacon? If you won't eat it, I suggest the dogs would love it.
She: "If it's OK with you, I will use the bacon."
He "OK."
Seeing how this was going, I wondered about the Grab and Go food give out at a school close by. I went there to talk to them after noticing the web site that was looking for volunteers through the Red Cross. The web site said that a person had to apply to volunteer (unpaid work) and had to repeatedly lift 20 to 50 pounds and prove they are Coronavirus immune. Are they joking? (Do they have workers compensation insurance? Where are the Coronavirus immunity tests? Will they also want a volunteer to donate blood?) The Red Cross and Los Angeles Unified School District are paying for this food and one can take up to two bags a day per child. I decided to go talk to them. I don't want to commute to volunteer.
None of the present volunteers, though six or more feet away from the table with the plastic bags of food, were wearing masks. None of them knew about the Red Cross providing funding. None of them were volunteers though the Red Cross - though they did know there was a need for more volunteers. I and my dog stood aways and watched as one expensive SUV after another - with no children inside the vehicle - drove up and took food. Shit.
But I thought about my friends who were going to use the long frozen bacon though they don't want to eat pig. And on YouTube there's a YouTube video about Grab and Go from LA Unified which says that one third of the recipients are NOT students. Would my friends be willing to eat food from Grab and Go? I looked through the plastic and though there was some cartoned milk and fresh fruit there were also white bread rolls and well - food that is not very nutritious. I myself would eat this food rather than suffer hunger pains if need be.
Meanwhile fresh produce - good for you fruits and veggies - are going unsold and rotting according to the local news.
So I called the local Senior Center to find out if there were any food banks open and when. No answer. No call back.
People will eat People in some circumstances.
Some people (including me) will die before they eat people, but I say that sane.
I have not had the experience of starvation to know.
After this Pandemic I predict:
People will forget they can stand closer and continue to SHOUT AT EACH OTHER.
Sex is going to be more complicated than ever.
People will go to their hairdressers and dog groomers in droves.
People will realize they can live without wearing lipstick, but will want to wear it more than ever.
People may not want to wear scarves or facemasks though new Coronavirus-19 fashion trends have us looking like bank robbers, doctors, and Muslims, but they'll keep one with them anyway, just in case.
People will have learned that soap doesn't work instantly like they used to think and will persist in the thorough 20 seconds or more of washing. But they will never enjoy songs like Happy Birthday like they used to.
Buses will provide sanitary hand wipes just like grocery stores.
Paper bags will be back, the hell with plastic. But what about the doggie poo?
Lots of people are going to realize they prefer to telecommute or homeschool. But not if they live in apartments.
If it goes on for months: More divorces.
C Christine Trzyna 2020 All Rights Reserved including Internet and International Rights.
I walked into the closest grocery store where the employees were not wearing face protection last week. Today they were - but not the other customers. I grabbed a free sanitation wipe and walked out. I have another week of toilet paper. Enough shampoo and soap to last three. But I was wondering what was on the shelves.
One bar which is staying open because they are also a restaurant (though the emphasis had never been on the food) has a sign out on the street that says "Free Toilet Paper with Order." We think this is funny. Just how much TP do you get, say with a full $29.99 order of ham and cabbage? A couple weeks ago when the sign appeared I stuck my head in to ask about the price of the ham and cabbage and the bar was full of men drinking side by side - no masks. A bartender - no mask.
I have friends who are taking Coronavirus-19 so seriously that when their son in law brought groceries (and then declared he was not shopping for another two weeks) in plastic bags, they let those bags sit for a day, then donned gloves to remove cans and produce, threw the bags into recycling, and proceeded to scrub the cans till the labels wore off, afraid that some other knowingly or unknowingly sick person had touched them. Is this wise or paranoia?
If I'm not picky about what I eat - and certainly those who lived through The Great Depression could not be and are my inspiration - I can go a couple weeks without shopping myself. In order to keep my supply of dried beans and legumes and assorted canned goods and pastas interesting I've tried many new recipes. Meanwhile my friend's cupboard is slowly being depleted, as she home makes bread every other day, and there are things she and her husband simply refuse to eat.
Specifically they decided pigs were treated especially horribly and they had decided they would no longer eat pig (though they do eat lots of fish, some chicken and other meats.) I think this has more to do with the intelligence of pigs over that of fish and chicken. This morning this is what they talked about in front of me.
Her: "I have some bacon in the freezer - uncured - that's been there forever. I was thinking when I was studying Buddhism that it was OK to eat whatever someone else presented to you. Do you think it would be OK to put some of that bacon in soup?
Me: "I was thinking of making green pea soup. I've never liked the flavor of green peas - I prefer the yellow - but most recipes for green pea soup suggest ham. What about bacon?
She: "I won't eat ham."
He: Shakes his head yes. (In agreement of one of us?)
Me: Probably that Buddhist thing started in cultures where it was considered rude to refuse any food offered as a guest. I was wondering if you wanted me to offer you this bacon? If you won't eat it, I suggest the dogs would love it.
She: "If it's OK with you, I will use the bacon."
He "OK."
Seeing how this was going, I wondered about the Grab and Go food give out at a school close by. I went there to talk to them after noticing the web site that was looking for volunteers through the Red Cross. The web site said that a person had to apply to volunteer (unpaid work) and had to repeatedly lift 20 to 50 pounds and prove they are Coronavirus immune. Are they joking? (Do they have workers compensation insurance? Where are the Coronavirus immunity tests? Will they also want a volunteer to donate blood?) The Red Cross and Los Angeles Unified School District are paying for this food and one can take up to two bags a day per child. I decided to go talk to them. I don't want to commute to volunteer.
None of the present volunteers, though six or more feet away from the table with the plastic bags of food, were wearing masks. None of them knew about the Red Cross providing funding. None of them were volunteers though the Red Cross - though they did know there was a need for more volunteers. I and my dog stood aways and watched as one expensive SUV after another - with no children inside the vehicle - drove up and took food. Shit.
But I thought about my friends who were going to use the long frozen bacon though they don't want to eat pig. And on YouTube there's a YouTube video about Grab and Go from LA Unified which says that one third of the recipients are NOT students. Would my friends be willing to eat food from Grab and Go? I looked through the plastic and though there was some cartoned milk and fresh fruit there were also white bread rolls and well - food that is not very nutritious. I myself would eat this food rather than suffer hunger pains if need be.
Meanwhile fresh produce - good for you fruits and veggies - are going unsold and rotting according to the local news.
So I called the local Senior Center to find out if there were any food banks open and when. No answer. No call back.
People will eat People in some circumstances.
Some people (including me) will die before they eat people, but I say that sane.
I have not had the experience of starvation to know.
After this Pandemic I predict:
People will forget they can stand closer and continue to SHOUT AT EACH OTHER.
Sex is going to be more complicated than ever.
People will go to their hairdressers and dog groomers in droves.
People will realize they can live without wearing lipstick, but will want to wear it more than ever.
People may not want to wear scarves or facemasks though new Coronavirus-19 fashion trends have us looking like bank robbers, doctors, and Muslims, but they'll keep one with them anyway, just in case.
People will have learned that soap doesn't work instantly like they used to think and will persist in the thorough 20 seconds or more of washing. But they will never enjoy songs like Happy Birthday like they used to.
Buses will provide sanitary hand wipes just like grocery stores.
Paper bags will be back, the hell with plastic. But what about the doggie poo?
Lots of people are going to realize they prefer to telecommute or homeschool. But not if they live in apartments.
If it goes on for months: More divorces.
C Christine Trzyna 2020 All Rights Reserved including Internet and International Rights.
4/6/20
THE QUIET POWER OF INTROVERTS : BBC
If you are NOT an INTROVERT, you might try being one for the duration of the Pandemic.
I have to admit I'm not using my time as well as I could, not doing so many of those little tasks - sewing on buttons, etc. that I ought to. But I have tried a LOT of new recipes and I've transplanted a lot of plants into better pots and me and my dog are walking most days. Even today in the rain.
I have to admit I'm not using my time as well as I could, not doing so many of those little tasks - sewing on buttons, etc. that I ought to. But I have tried a LOT of new recipes and I've transplanted a lot of plants into better pots and me and my dog are walking most days. Even today in the rain.
3/31/20
A LIST OF AUDIO and E- BOOK RESOURCES FROM THE LOS ANGELES TIMES
LA TIMES ARTS AND BOOKS - READ FOR FREE
Besides LAPL, LACL, PROJECT GUTENBERG, and others you may be familiar with, there is a long list at this link that you may have never heard about. Some publishers are also offering 30 days of free audiobooks...
I've been reading more audiobooks as time passes because my hands are free to do other things, such as wash dishes and cook.
Besides LAPL, LACL, PROJECT GUTENBERG, and others you may be familiar with, there is a long list at this link that you may have never heard about. Some publishers are also offering 30 days of free audiobooks...
I've been reading more audiobooks as time passes because my hands are free to do other things, such as wash dishes and cook.
3/23/20
3/19/20
3/17/20
UNCLE VINNY : CORONAVIRUS HUMOR - the BEST OF on YOUTUBE #1
Because LAUGHING probably works better than Vitamin C...
Why do I feel like I know these people?
Why do I feel like I know these people?
3/10/20
CORONAVIRUS - NOT PANICKED OR PARANOID - YET
Although I'm not paranoid or panicked yet, I'm concerned about the disinformation in the form of "fake news" that's being spun by people around me.
Then there was what I saw in my travels: A man putting out a box of apples and coughing all over them, not attempting to cover his mouth.
VIDEO OF ORIGINAL POST EXPIRED taken down October 27, 2020
C 2020 Christine Trzyna
In a class I take casually a Donald Trump devotee announced to the rest of the class last week that there was such a thing as "fake news" and that when it comes to this coronavirus there was nothing to worry about. If you felt sick the right thing to do was call your doctor or go to an emergency room. End of story.
There are those who have no insurance. There are those who will not get medical attention out of fear of being caught out as illegal. There are those who are overly optimistic that they are not in need of medical care. There are those who are walking around as carriers who will not exhibit sickness - or the most severe symptoms.
I'm carrying tissues as well as wet wipes around with me. I learned Saturday, when I had a long bout of travel, that these wet wipes are dry quickly. I encountered multiple public rest rooms, door handles, bus poles, travelers that got off cruise ships who were on their way to LAX and then home. I used up all my wipes.
Then there was what I saw in my travels: A man putting out a box of apples and coughing all over them, not attempting to cover his mouth.
And experienced: A teenager walking behind me more than six feet who let out a sneeze. I felt the sneeze on my bare neck.
Why are there so many people out there without basic manners?
Why are there so many people out there without basic manners?
The LA Marathon with about 27,000 in attendance went on and then the people went home - to many countries.
A senior citizen I know who gave me a print out on the recommendations of a doctor - supposedly from Wuhan, China too, that suggested being out in the sun could prevent it. This memo said six feet was not enough - try ten as in "I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole." It said the virus lives on metal surfaces not for nine hours but twelve. This senior, who has been trying to economize on her water bill and gas and electric said she had put the temperature of the thermostat on the water heater up.
C 2020 Christine Trzyna
3/3/20
VOTED EARLY ON the NEW COMPUTERIZED MACHINES LIKE THREE MILLION OTHER CALIFORNIANS
My friend and I were headed to an event when I suggested we just go vote on Sunday - a couple days early - on our way. Our minds were made up. Why not?
Seems to me, last election, I stood in a line for over 8 hours - my dog beside me - and the next day paid the price. I was so dehydrated and hurting from this ridiculousness that I stayed in bed the whole next day aching. I did, however, meet a woman in line who was in line with me for half of it - until finally a volunteer came down the line saying people who had their mail in vote in hand could just drop it off. Four damn hours to drop off?!
She said she was the inspiration for Lou Reed's song Sweet Jane. She told me all sorts of things about herself and her relationship with Lou back in the day in New York and of course I loved every minute of it.
Waiting in lines.
I hate it.
At some point you think of all the time you already gave over to the effort and stick with it, like you do in a wrong relationship. At least I was in a park where there was shade from the trees and the day was not overly hot or cold. My dog stayed interested in life by watching for squirrels and salivating at the thought of a kill. But once Sweet Jane left, I was bored and realized I was also hungry. Why did I vote early in such an excruciating way? Because I had a dentist appointment on the actual day to vote - with a dentist who often kept people waiting for hours too. ...
This time voting with the new computerized machines was almost effortless. I walked in with my list of who I wanted to vote for and tapped a computer screen. The paper ballot paper was then inserted and printed and it slid back out so that you could re-read it. But not to snatch it. The machine then swallowed the ballot and there must have been some place where all that paper wooshed to and was stored but I didn't see it. My ballot had one of those strange scannable symbol maps (called a QR code) you sometimes see on products in the store or that you can download. Voters have their own personal ISBN number. I can be identified with this, via chip, instead of my teeth, need be. ...
These days I'm not too tolerant of people who don't bother to vote. My attitude is if you vote then you get the right to complain to me. If you don't vote, I don't want to hear it.
Voting for locals is actually the most difficult part. It can be a townie popularity contest. The amount of information on any of these locals isn't much so you ask your friends who they've had good experiences with and go from there.
I went for some years without voting myself. I thought of my not voting as sending a message that "none of the above" candidates interested me. Eventually I got re-activated.
Last Presidential Election Bernie had withdrawn his candidacy and so you weren't supposed to write him in and so my vote was "wasted." Four years later, although I don't agree completely with any candidate, I feel myself more inline with his thinking than ever. Saturday Night Live's parodies and mimicries have kept me laughing about politics in a damn-serious time.
Often, because I TALK TO STRANGERS, I meet more people who are in dire economic circumstances.
If you're reading this in California, you can now REGISTER TO VOTE the same day you do vote. You can vote at ANY LOCATION (that QR code will put your vote in the right precinct) and you can even vote if you are street homeless.
Please VOTE!
C 2020 Christine Trzyna
Seems to me, last election, I stood in a line for over 8 hours - my dog beside me - and the next day paid the price. I was so dehydrated and hurting from this ridiculousness that I stayed in bed the whole next day aching. I did, however, meet a woman in line who was in line with me for half of it - until finally a volunteer came down the line saying people who had their mail in vote in hand could just drop it off. Four damn hours to drop off?!
She said she was the inspiration for Lou Reed's song Sweet Jane. She told me all sorts of things about herself and her relationship with Lou back in the day in New York and of course I loved every minute of it.
Waiting in lines.
I hate it.
At some point you think of all the time you already gave over to the effort and stick with it, like you do in a wrong relationship. At least I was in a park where there was shade from the trees and the day was not overly hot or cold. My dog stayed interested in life by watching for squirrels and salivating at the thought of a kill. But once Sweet Jane left, I was bored and realized I was also hungry. Why did I vote early in such an excruciating way? Because I had a dentist appointment on the actual day to vote - with a dentist who often kept people waiting for hours too. ...
This time voting with the new computerized machines was almost effortless. I walked in with my list of who I wanted to vote for and tapped a computer screen. The paper ballot paper was then inserted and printed and it slid back out so that you could re-read it. But not to snatch it. The machine then swallowed the ballot and there must have been some place where all that paper wooshed to and was stored but I didn't see it. My ballot had one of those strange scannable symbol maps (called a QR code) you sometimes see on products in the store or that you can download. Voters have their own personal ISBN number. I can be identified with this, via chip, instead of my teeth, need be. ...
These days I'm not too tolerant of people who don't bother to vote. My attitude is if you vote then you get the right to complain to me. If you don't vote, I don't want to hear it.
Voting for locals is actually the most difficult part. It can be a townie popularity contest. The amount of information on any of these locals isn't much so you ask your friends who they've had good experiences with and go from there.
I went for some years without voting myself. I thought of my not voting as sending a message that "none of the above" candidates interested me. Eventually I got re-activated.
Last Presidential Election Bernie had withdrawn his candidacy and so you weren't supposed to write him in and so my vote was "wasted." Four years later, although I don't agree completely with any candidate, I feel myself more inline with his thinking than ever. Saturday Night Live's parodies and mimicries have kept me laughing about politics in a damn-serious time.
Often, because I TALK TO STRANGERS, I meet more people who are in dire economic circumstances.
If you're reading this in California, you can now REGISTER TO VOTE the same day you do vote. You can vote at ANY LOCATION (that QR code will put your vote in the right precinct) and you can even vote if you are street homeless.
Please VOTE!
C 2020 Christine Trzyna
2/18/20
POLITICAL CORRECTNESS LEAVES NO ROOM FOR BEING IN THE MIDDLE and BERNIE SANDERS
Political correctness.
It seems to me it's used as a form of censorship. It should be politically correct to be able to air your opinions without fear of censor.
I'm generally thought of as open minded and liberal - progressive. I think that is true of me. Even I, however, meet people who are soooo politically correct - usually to the extreme left but sometimes to the extreme right - that I feel myself on unexpectedly shaky middle ground.
I sit in silence. I don't want to get into an argument.
I have NOT become a person who becomes more conservative with age. Rather I have found that certain things I might have explored at some time in the past are not for me and were never for me (but maybe if I hadn't explored I might not know that.) Maybe with age we just become our truer selves.
I've felt that if you have to error, error on the liberal side. As a basis for my philosophy of live and let live, I'm strongly for choice. There are many things other people do that I still would never. Some liberals confuse my feeling that other people should be allowed to live as they choose with things about me that are not true, but I live with it.
Among the people who have surprised and confused me in recent months...
A woman who has gone radical against abortion, though she herself has had two. Living a childless life she was able to focus on her career, avoid staying married to Mr. Wrong to raise children, and has money from all those long hard hours she worked childless, enough for world travel. The same person criticized a friend of mine for being married 15 years and not having a child with her husband. (Now that she's a part of a Bible -based fundamentalist church where the minister urges everyone to Republicanism, I didn't ask, but wonder why she doesn't want other women to have the same choice she did to be married for the third time and childless.)
A minister at a progressive" church whose serman took her personal veganism into a "We All Know" and "Save the Earth" dimension. I felt like eating a steak raw and dripping with blood after sitting still for this, though I usually only eat steak a couple times a year well done hearing this and later joked that I would be part of the Carnivore Choir. For a long time now I have felt that most people I encounter with vegan politically beliefs - though they tie this in with the resources used to grow meat and animal welfare - do not understanding that some people here in the United States would be dead if it were not for hot dogs and five for a dollar Asian noodle soup packages. They say it's inexpensive to be Vegan but all those special products that are bought to ensure enough nutrition are expensive. I once had Vegan friends who traveled with a suitcase full of herbs and supplements. Some of the products are just as processed as not organic foods, just as full of useless calories and fat and sugar.
I'm firmly convinced I'm bodily a mammal and carnivore, a product of evolution and thousands of years of eating meat, I have the teeth and intestines for it and if you're reading this, I bet that's true of you too.
So what does this have to do with Bernie Sanders?
Well, I DO NOT EXPECT ANY DEMOCRATIC CANDIDATE TO GET MUCH DONE _ SUCH AS UNIVERSAL HEALTH CARE, unless the House and Senate are controlled by Democrats. I'm well aware from talking to Canadians and reading Daily Mail UK about their "Socialist" health care that there are problems - that it probably will not guarantee excellent health care on demand for all. Instead long waits and lots of criticism plus most people who go into medicine expect to make excellent money and we have a doctors shortage so nurse practitioners are doing a lot of the work. However, holding the idealism is important, and so is starting the negotiation.
I have to admit that Andrew Yang was also of interest to me. I liked his idea of giving every American $1000 a month to spend the way they want to such as rent, student loans, business start up, paying back debt. I didn't like that this money was to anyone who was not already getting $1000 a month from the government such as on Social Security, SSI, SSDI, as so many people are living in dire poverty on those programs.
Last Presidential election I felt that I was unsure who I wanted to vote for too close to voting so I took an online questionnaire and learned I was 3/4 for Bernie and 1/4 for Donald Trump. The crowd I run with at the moment, upon hearing Bloomberg was considering Hillary as his Vice President collectively sighed at that news. We're all desperate for the end of the present chaos of the Presidency.
And I mean to send a Thank You to Mitt Romney.
C 2020 Christine Trzyna
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It seems to me it's used as a form of censorship. It should be politically correct to be able to air your opinions without fear of censor.
I'm generally thought of as open minded and liberal - progressive. I think that is true of me. Even I, however, meet people who are soooo politically correct - usually to the extreme left but sometimes to the extreme right - that I feel myself on unexpectedly shaky middle ground.
I sit in silence. I don't want to get into an argument.
I have NOT become a person who becomes more conservative with age. Rather I have found that certain things I might have explored at some time in the past are not for me and were never for me (but maybe if I hadn't explored I might not know that.) Maybe with age we just become our truer selves.
I've felt that if you have to error, error on the liberal side. As a basis for my philosophy of live and let live, I'm strongly for choice. There are many things other people do that I still would never. Some liberals confuse my feeling that other people should be allowed to live as they choose with things about me that are not true, but I live with it.
Among the people who have surprised and confused me in recent months...
A woman who has gone radical against abortion, though she herself has had two. Living a childless life she was able to focus on her career, avoid staying married to Mr. Wrong to raise children, and has money from all those long hard hours she worked childless, enough for world travel. The same person criticized a friend of mine for being married 15 years and not having a child with her husband. (Now that she's a part of a Bible -based fundamentalist church where the minister urges everyone to Republicanism, I didn't ask, but wonder why she doesn't want other women to have the same choice she did to be married for the third time and childless.)
A minister at a progressive" church whose serman took her personal veganism into a "We All Know" and "Save the Earth" dimension. I felt like eating a steak raw and dripping with blood after sitting still for this, though I usually only eat steak a couple times a year well done hearing this and later joked that I would be part of the Carnivore Choir. For a long time now I have felt that most people I encounter with vegan politically beliefs - though they tie this in with the resources used to grow meat and animal welfare - do not understanding that some people here in the United States would be dead if it were not for hot dogs and five for a dollar Asian noodle soup packages. They say it's inexpensive to be Vegan but all those special products that are bought to ensure enough nutrition are expensive. I once had Vegan friends who traveled with a suitcase full of herbs and supplements. Some of the products are just as processed as not organic foods, just as full of useless calories and fat and sugar.
I'm firmly convinced I'm bodily a mammal and carnivore, a product of evolution and thousands of years of eating meat, I have the teeth and intestines for it and if you're reading this, I bet that's true of you too.
So what does this have to do with Bernie Sanders?
Well, I DO NOT EXPECT ANY DEMOCRATIC CANDIDATE TO GET MUCH DONE _ SUCH AS UNIVERSAL HEALTH CARE, unless the House and Senate are controlled by Democrats. I'm well aware from talking to Canadians and reading Daily Mail UK about their "Socialist" health care that there are problems - that it probably will not guarantee excellent health care on demand for all. Instead long waits and lots of criticism plus most people who go into medicine expect to make excellent money and we have a doctors shortage so nurse practitioners are doing a lot of the work. However, holding the idealism is important, and so is starting the negotiation.
I have to admit that Andrew Yang was also of interest to me. I liked his idea of giving every American $1000 a month to spend the way they want to such as rent, student loans, business start up, paying back debt. I didn't like that this money was to anyone who was not already getting $1000 a month from the government such as on Social Security, SSI, SSDI, as so many people are living in dire poverty on those programs.
Last Presidential election I felt that I was unsure who I wanted to vote for too close to voting so I took an online questionnaire and learned I was 3/4 for Bernie and 1/4 for Donald Trump. The crowd I run with at the moment, upon hearing Bloomberg was considering Hillary as his Vice President collectively sighed at that news. We're all desperate for the end of the present chaos of the Presidency.
And I mean to send a Thank You to Mitt Romney.
C 2020 Christine Trzyna
All Rights Reserved including Internet and International Rights
2/14/20
CONVERSATION HEARTS ARE BACK
Rumor was that they had gone away forever.
Possibly their old manufacturer sold them to Brachs Candy.
Brachs site shows them available.
OK, rarely do you eat one at a time, to sense the flavor.
BRACHS TINY CONVERSATION HEARTS
They aren't so good to suck on and they are a little too hard for the teeth to munch.
And sometimes, rarely, do you craft with them, or enclose them in a Valentine to communicate a message.
Still, if you pause to read the TEXT, they can be fun and full of possibilities.
I prefer the Brach's cinnamon hearts. I once baked someone a cake with these hearts all around in the icing.
HUFF POST : HISTORY OF CONVERSATIONAL CANDY
Hey, I really liked NECCO Wafers. Are they gone away forever?
They were made with real flavor oils. You could taste the flavors.
Possibly their old manufacturer sold them to Brachs Candy.
Brachs site shows them available.
OK, rarely do you eat one at a time, to sense the flavor.
BRACHS TINY CONVERSATION HEARTS
They aren't so good to suck on and they are a little too hard for the teeth to munch.
And sometimes, rarely, do you craft with them, or enclose them in a Valentine to communicate a message.
Still, if you pause to read the TEXT, they can be fun and full of possibilities.
I prefer the Brach's cinnamon hearts. I once baked someone a cake with these hearts all around in the icing.
HUFF POST : HISTORY OF CONVERSATIONAL CANDY
Hey, I really liked NECCO Wafers. Are they gone away forever?
They were made with real flavor oils. You could taste the flavors.
2/5/20
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