Gertrude Stein's America

[stilltrucking]

That quote about the Ferris Wheel.

From a story from a 19 year old writer. Kind of a graphic novel I guess staring her cat.

Thinking about what I said about Blade Runner being a romance. More like a sci fi Raymond Chandler novel I used to read a lot of raymond chandler. In all the novels I think he only settled with one woman one time. Most of the time he blows them off because they are too rich. But that one woman, I can't remember the novel.


The female android in Blade Runner is kind of a Pygmalion story I think. I mean the Greek myth





I read recently that human cell has been created from inanimate chemicals. I think I read that I will have to check it out.

Oh lordy I ramble.
been fun dame
Cyndi Lauper was right geezers just wanna have fun.

[stilltrucking]

I got it wrong not a human cell but a living cell

Scientists create synthetic life form with a computer and four bottles of chemicals

http://www.ft.com/cms/s/0/35707814-646f ... ab49a.html

[SadLuckDame]

Cause the wheel keeps on spinning, round and round.
Which way could be up, and which is down.

The girl and her cat. Loved that. I bookmarked it to keep up on it.
Pretty fantastic stuff out there. I'm still watching episodes of Honey and Clover the movie. She painted, he sculpted, one makes miniatures, another clay. We keep on giving, smiling. It's good to feel good.

I couldn't read that link cause I'm not a science member.

Thanks for a trip to the pond.
Fancy meeting you here,
good times, good times
I wouldn't want to be
anywhere else today.


P.S. Woke up this morning from a dream going~Warning, white horses could be extremely aggressive towards you today (a computerized warning program).

[stilltrucking]

To be a member of the science club you got to hack your way through their pay-wall.
I feel like Groucho's duck came down and gave me a hundred bucks coz I said the secrete word for today Which is TANTALIZE

Well I got to go check my mail to see if my bride is here.
Every morning I stand under the live oak tree and hold my arms out just in case a princepessa falls out of it.

Summer time and the living is easy
Texas peaches sixty nine cents a pound
But the nectarines are cheap too
such a strange luscious fruit nectarines
like a naked peach
but so firm
My Alamo Rose used to love them.

Yes the sirens of science tantalize a child.s mind
we are born into another extro-biological womb of culture the children are wired in at an early age.

[Steve Plonk]

Still Truckin, thanks for your e-mail on my Ms. Thomas comments.
I appreciate anyone else who is unabashed pro-Israel, etc.
I'm posting it here because Ms. Thomas has been around since
Gertrude Stein and should know better. Heck, these things happen.
People do occasionally stick a foot in their mouth. Me, too...

Gertrude Stein was quite a woman and so was Virginia Woolf. Too bad
that Virginia came to so bad an end. The world has turned many times
since way back then, but their writings and outstanding opinions live on.

Perhaps some of the more thoughtful writings of Ms. Thomas will also live
on for posterity. Who knows!? God bless and drink a cup of joe to toast these folks...

[still.trucking]

I guess you mean the private message I sent you.



Sure Steve, if any country should have a "moral waiver" it is Israel.
And the USA of course.

[Steve Plonk]

Still Truckin, No need to apologize. I liked your opinion.
Ms. Thomas made a goof, not you, as far as I know.

[stilltrucking]

I am sorry I sent you the private message.
I edited my reply above while you were posting
I got nothing more to say about it.

[SadLuckDame]

Should I too apologize for speaking private to you?
I'll apologize, though I don't think I feel guilty for it, or regrets and I'm likely to repeat if if my insides get to struggling again.

I guess it makes it not a very good apology.

But, I do promise that I'll speak privately in our open, too, when I'm not going out of whack.

It's still a pretty mellow confrontation or communication for me,
whatever I might be hinting at. Da Da Da,

I've bells on my ankles and jingles in my hair,
gonna bring by a bottle, then take you to the fair.
Holy crow, a girl like her making places to go.
Let's go, let's go.
The tickets were thirty dollars
and she forgets about hearing no.

[stilltrucking]

You don't trip me up dame
i trip myself
But I think you see through me
And that is a comfort for me.
I have been confused about women all my life.


Speaking of going to the fair I just finished reading Sophistication by Sherwood Anderson from his Winesburg Ohio stories.

The scene at the fair ground
Love this bit
In that high place in the darkness the two oddly sensitive human atoms held each other tightly and waited. In the mind of each was the same thought. "I have come to this lonely place and here is this other," was the substance of the thing felt.
http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/416

In youth there are always two forces fighting in people. The warm unthinking little animal struggles against the thing that reflects and remembers, and the older, the more sophisticated thing had possession of George Willard. Sensing his mood, Helen walked beside him filled with respect. When they got to the grand-stand they climbed up under the roof and sat down on one of the long bench-like seats.

There is something memorable in the experience to be had by going into a fair ground that stands at the edge of a Middle Western town on a night after the annual fair has been held. The sensation is one never to be forgotten. On all sides are ghosts, not of the dead, but of living people. Here, during the day just passed, have come the people pouring in from the town and the
country around. Farmers with their wives and children and all the people from the hundreds of little frame houses have gathered within these board walls. Young girls have laughed and men with beards have talked of the affairs of their lives. The place has been filled to overflowing with life. It has itched and squirmed with life and now it is night and the life has all gone away. The silence is almost terrifying. One conceals oneself standing silently beside the trunk of a tree and what there is of a reflective tendency in his
nature is intensified. One shudders at the thought of the meaninglessness of life while at the same instant, and if the people of the town are his people, one loves life so intensely that tears come into the eyes.

The presence of Helen renewed and refreshed him. It was as though her woman's hand was assisting him to make some minute readjustment of the machinery of his life. He began to think of the
people in the town where he had always lived with something like reverence. He had reverence for Helen. He wanted to love and to be loved by her, but he did not want at the moment to be confused by her womanhood. In the darkness he took hold of her hand and when she crept close put a hand on her shoulder. A wind began to
blow and he shivered. With all his strength he tried to hold and to understand the mood that had come upon him. In that high place in the darkness the two oddly sensitive human atoms held each other tightly and waited. In the mind of each was the same thought. "I have come to this lonely place and here is this other," was the substance of the thing felt.
http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/416

I have had my time in the sun, I am not crying about the leaving or what I have missed. Just trying to remember the good times and what true love felt like.



Had a dream about Jimboloco today.