I HATE PEOPLE WHO STEAL MY IDEAS BEFORE I THINK OF THEM

I AM USING OTHER PEOPLE'S MATERIAL. THIS IS NOT PLAGERISM. I WOULD TELL YOU WHO SAID IT, BUT I DON'T KNOW.
 
You know I love ironing, but I also love irony. For example.
I asked a girlfriend if she'd seem my Bouboutan ad. She hadn't. I asked her to look at it.
I, of course thought it was hysterical. She later sent me an email that said "Ridiculous. Who would buy them?" hmmm.

She didn't apparently realize the blog is called, Ridiculous Theories. So, had she used the word "ridiculous" ironically, that would have been great. However, when I asked, she didn't get it.  She just thought they were ridiculous.  Ah well.


SOME FAVORITE LINES:    

• I'd kill for a Nobel Peace Prize.
• If you're waiting for a sign, This is it.
• Work fascinates me. I can stare at it for hours.
• Time traveling is coming. When, is irrelevant.
• I'm not late, I'm early for tomorrow.
• I'm a history buff. I'd find you more interesting if you were dead.
• Old age comes at an inconvenient time.
• Like many women my age, I am 29.
• I dream of a society where a chicken can cross the road without its motives questioned.
• Don't go to bed angry. Stay up and plot your revenge.
• Who says nothing is impossible? I've been doing nothing all day.
• Normal is just a setting on the dryer.

   I have a magnet collection with cute photos or drawings that have wonderful sentiments on them, as well as about 8 small tiles, that are similar. You've seen a couple of photos. Oh I almost forgot. I also have coasters that are, well, I guess sarcastic, funny, unusual.

   I realized that being sarcastic was mean. I don't want to be mean. I think it's genetic.
And so I have tried hard to only say nice things. I keep the rest to myself. Now I just realized that I have surrounded myself with the things I no longer say.

POSSIBLE THEORY:
 We all have traits we don't like. Sometimes we realize that they don't serve us in a good way. If we are lucky, we recognize that and change our behavior.
However, sometimes the only thing we can change is our behavior. The feelings and thoughts just don't seem to go away, so we find an outlet for them. I suppose I have found mine.

MARK TWAIN WROTE "IF VOTING MADE ANY DIFFERENCE, THEY WOULDN'T LET US DO IT". So, WHY DO WE HAVE POLLS, SURVEYS AND QUESTIONNAIRES?

 

 One of my favorite stories about polling comes from this 1948 election.

OOPSY!

Dewey Defeats Truman" was a famously incorrect banner headline on the front page of the first edition of the Chicago Tribune on November 3, 1948. Incumbent United States President Harry S. Truman, who had been expected to lose to Republican challenger and Governor of New York Thomas E. Dewey in the 1948 presidential race.


What a famous error. How could they have gotten it wrong?  If my memory serves me, and it may not, (but who cares,) it fits.

A telephone poll was done and the results showed a healthy margin for Dewey who was the republican candidate.  As often happens in research, an unaccounted for factor screws everything up. An unknown variable. Unforeseen, not well thought out or sometimes just dumb.  In this case it was economics. It usually is.

 What the pollsters did not take into account was who could afford to have telephones in 1948. It wasn't at all like today. Many people or households did not have their own phone. For real. Not even a landline. Wow. Therefore, the people who did have their own phones were rich folks. And in those days, unlike now, that meant republicans. (not all republicans are rich. Some are just poor people who don't know any better) Just my opinion.

In essence it would be like calling up every member of the KKK and asking if they would vote for Obama. Anyway.  Who started this; asking public opinion, surveying, and why?

 When you don't know the answer, you look it up on the internet. Or you can make up your own information because most people don't bother to fact check.

Ancient Surveys

(Hubpages)

The Babylonians were the first society known to have taken a population census, conducted around 3800 BC. Like most civilizations that would follow, the counts took note of citizens as well as livestock and other goods.

The word census comes from the Latin 'censere' or 'estimate'. The Ancient Roman census was the most accurate of all the ancient civilizations. Conducted for tax purposes, it is one of the factors in the long lived prosperity of the empire. By taking an accurate census, more citizens and lands could be taxed, providing wealth for expansion and trade. The Roman census was carried out every five years. 
The United States Census records from 1790 to 1940 are maintained by the National Archives and not the U.S. Census Bureau.   I suppose they don't care much about old data. I also put this in because it looks like the US started to take a census in 1790.

Opinion Polls

(Wiki)
The first known example of an opinion poll was a local straw poll conducted by The Aru Pennsylvanian in 1824, showing Andrew Jackson leading John Quincy Adams by 335 votes to 169 in the contest for the United States Presidency. Since Jackson won the popular vote in that state and the whole country, such straw votes gradually became more popular, but they remained local, usually city-wide.

 

Feedback

 

(Dictionary.com)

 

1. Electronics. the process of returning part of the output of a circuit, system, or device to the input, either to oppose the input (negative feedback) or to aid the input (positive feedback) 

2.acoustic feedback. 

the furnishing of data concerning the operation or output of a machine to an automatic control device or to the machine itself, so that subsequent or ongoing operations of the machine can be altered or corrected.

3. A reaction or response to a particular process or activity:

He got very little feedback from his speech.

4. Evaluative information derived from such a reaction or response:

to study the feedback from an audience survey.

5.Psychology. knowledge of the results of any behavior, considered as influencing or modifying further performance.

Compare biofeedback.

6. Biology. a self-regulatory biological system, as in the synthesis of some hormones, in which the output or response affects the input, either positively or negatively.

 

 SO WHY AM I MENTIONING THIS?

Since the Babylonians, humans have been taking population censuses. Counting probably started for the same reason.  I want to know  "how much?" how many" and "how can I make it mine?"
 

 

WHAT ARE THE REASONS BEHIND POLLS SURVEY QUESIONNAIRES AND FEEDBACK?

Historically, if you read between the Babylonian lines, it's about wealth. In like, hmm, how many people do we have? Have many crops do they produce? How much meat do they get from their livestock? How much of it can we take for ourselves for providing,  providing, okay. They probably didn't provide their citizens with much. I doubt they had garbage removal days or police or schools. So, how about;  give us what we want or we take it all away and kill you?

I'm not sure how much things have actually changed since then. The Romans at least did provide services to their citizens and they used the money for taxes. Theoretically. What happened in actual practice I'm not going into. You know, like using taxes to pay armies to take over the world so they could get more wealth. I wonder if they reduced taxes after a big conquering? Okay. back to topic.

At some point in time, a brilliant manipulator figured out that they could use public opinion for  lots of other things. I'm skipping a lot of history which I'm sure you won't mind.

Still, the people with big money could find out what the people with less money wanted and figure out how to sell it to them and take their money by razzle dazzling them/us.

Advertising. Need I say more?

 feedback:

WHAT STARTED AS GRASS ROOTS AND WAS MEANT TO BE HELPFUL TO US REAL FOLKS.  (*another digression)

It wasn't easy  for me to find out about feedback on the internet. Probably because I don't know where to look. My first personal experience with it was on Ebay.

Brilliant. Rating your fellow Ebay buyers and sellers based on your own experience with them. As God said, "In the beginning" all was dark. (or something.)  Feedback was meant to give us honest opinions that would help us.

I still read feedback although it too has gotten a little corrupt. Flame wars come to mind. Fear became an issue. If I tell my truth and the person feels besmirched, I get reamed by them.  I no longer put quite as much stock into Ebay feedback as I do with Amazon and other commercial sites. Still, it is a very democratic idea. I don't like to buy anything on line without having some feedback.

BACK TO THE QUESTION

Back to the question at hand. Why do we ask other people's opinions?
For that, I think there are several answers.

1.Some of us don't value our own opinions or judgement, so we look to someone else to get an answer. Then, if we screw up, we don't have to take full responsibility.

2.Some, are truly curious to know what others think and like to use it to help themselves to get as much information as possible. (I like to think that's me)

3. Some, just want your money. This is true about lots of things.

4. If you're in research, it's a valuable tool to get information.

 

THEORY

We are ultimately social animals. We do not live in a vacuum. We need the feedback and opinion of others for survival.
Like all other aspects of homo sapiens, this has evolved into areas that our genetic selves don't need.  It is no longer about survival.

THE REAL REASON FOR THIS THEORY, TODAY,

I am curious to know what the people who are reading my posts think about them. Same for the photo album I posted.

I would like comments to know if there are things you would like to read a theory on.

I would like to know if you agree or disagree. (I get that a lot of my posts are personal and you can't really comment on those, unless you wanted to tell me that I used to be an idiot or harlot or something else).

I'd like other people's feedback. And so, that's what I wrote this. Just asking didn't help. 
 I think there is a place where you can just click and give positive feedback. You don't even have to post a comment.  If you like a post or a photo, that's all you've got to do. Otherwise I feel as though I'm living in a vacuum and I don't like the feeling.

Ultimately, I'm writing all of this for myself. I'll keep writing  until I don't want to. In the meantime, it might be nice to hear from people other than my good friend Len.

Even my husband seems to have stopped commenting. If that means he's stopped reading this, well, there are lots of stories I'd like to tell that he wouldn't be happy with.  I guess I'll find out now, won't I? Will you?

 

QUESTIONNAIRE IS THIS AN AD FOR........

 

 

 

 

Please choose from the following answers: 

 

a.   Christian Loubiton Shoes

b. The American Plastic Surgeon Association

c. New product that rims your breasts red

d. A ridiculous idea

 

 

 

 

Short term memory loss. Yesterday morning, in the kitchen. Husband making coffee. Topic of breasts came up. Why? I have them?

Somehow the thought of Loubiton shoes came up and I had an image of underlining breasts in red and calling them Boobitons.

Later traced a pic from a Pin Up art book and here we have it.

 

 

I mean, some women spend thousands of dollars on these red bottomed shoes that you can't even walk in. At least with your Boobitons you'd get a lot of use out of them. Am I right or what?

 

 

Theory?

Women want to look sexy. Read previous post on that.

Red bottomed shoes? Why not go Rhesus macaques monkey butt instead? Or my latest invention of red bottomed boobs?

Red is sexy. The monkeys bottoms attract partners. Hopefully not any Homo Sapiens.

 

Request

 

please respond to survey, I want to know if I should start production.

Imagine you saw this ad and were asked the questions. How would you answer?

I'm collecting data.

 

FLASHBACKs # 4 & 5 THE BLIND DATE WHO WAS DEAF

#4



How I wish my memory for detail was better. If I were writing a work of fiction, I could make up the parts I don't recall, and be happy that I had an imagination.

Even though no one would know the difference, I can't seem to get myself to that place.

So, this is what I can remember of that evening.

One of my girlfriends set us up. It must have been during single 2, as I'd been to Israel and was therefore already divorced.

I believe he picked me up from my apartment. We went to a lovely restaurant  that was named Millie's. It was  charming . It was decorated with art nouveau fixtures, oak siding and tables and an oft crowded bar.

We sat at the bar as it was a first meeting, which meant drinks or coffee only.

He was a nice looking guy. What I recall was very dark brown, curly hair that was long enough to cover his hearing aides; horned rimmed glasses and a good height and build.

While we drank and talked I was surprised by how much we actually had in common. That was so unusual. He had lived in Israel too. He was educated and interested in the same things I was. Not that I can remember what they were, but it doesn't matter.

He actually seemed like a good person and I wasn't repelled.

 

I was even okay with his hearing problem. I'm guessing that he had been born with his hearing as his speech was good.  I'm ashamed to say that I was "proud" of myself for being able to "get past it as an issue".  I was insanely picky. You must have figured that out by now.

We left and he took me home. Did we kiss?  I don't know. He said he'd call, and I was sure he would. He wasn't like the jerks I often met.

I waited. And waited. No word.

Normally I wouldn't ask my friend if she knew anything, but this was different. I didn't get it.

 

When she got back to me she said that he thought we were too much alike. He wanted someone who was different  from him. HUH? 

That was a first. And probably a last. I was floored. Wasn't that supposed to be a good thing? Weren't relationships with commonality the ones that worked best?

Of course, he may just not have been "into" me and this was the reason he gave. For some reason I believed it. It was nuts, but believable.

Never saw or heard from him again.

 

#5

 

While remembering this I thought about another date I had with someone who was also deaf. And, come to think of it, it was the same friend who fixed us up.

We're still close friends which is wonderful. And I am not as stupid or nuts as I was back then. That's wonderful too.

 

 

I remember more about Malcom because I saw him a few times. I believe the second time we met, I picked him up at his place. The Marina on the West Side of Manhattan. I had a car and he didn't.  He lived on a little house boat around 72nd or 79th Street.

I did not go on board, but looked in from the dock. It wasn't very impressive but he liked living  there a lot.  Except maybe in the dead of winter.

What he did for a living, I can't say. How he got to be deaf, I can.

He had gone to Harvard. When he graduated, or possibly the year before, he joined the Marines. It was when the Viet Nam War was a whisper, but there was some speculation. He was told, and believed that if he enlisted at that time, he would be safe from the war and initially it was true. He was happily ensconced in France.

War, being war, did ultimately intrude upon his platoon. Up and away they went.

I don't know how many men were in his group, but he was the only one who survived. He was wounded and the bombing ruined his hearing and wreaked havoc with his eyesight too. The war took a lot away from him. I believe he had planned to return to school and do some graduate program, but had lost his motivation along with everything else.

 

The night I picked him up was in the middle of January and it was becoming a bitter cold night.

We ate something and went to the movies. We saw ...wow I'm blanking on the name. Ah, The Big Chill.  Which I just looked up, making the year 1983.  Assuming it was in the movies and not on TV.

In any event he asked if he could stay at my place in Queens. He was afraid he'd freeze to death on the boat since the pipes froze and he'd have no heat.

How could I say no?

I remember the two of us dancing around the kitchen singing some of the songs from the movie. " I heard it Through the Grapevine" and "Jeremiah was a Bullfrog".

He spent the week end and we had a good time. The memory ends there.

I may have seen him again, or not.

 

What I didn't know about myself, at least not yet, was that I had a deep fear of intimacy and lots of issues around loss.

Sleeping with someone isn't an act of intimacy. Not in the highest sense. Getting to know someone. Truly know them. Letting that someone get to know you. The real you. That's the intimacy that certain people are likely to avoid. People like me.

 

That's why I was attracted to men who weren't capable of a relationship.  That's why I got rejected and hurt a lot. I was clueless for a long time.

 

THE THEORY IS IN THE STORY. YOU GET WHAT YOU NEED. THE PROBLEM IS THAT YOU HAVE NO IDEA THAT WHAT YOU ARE GETTING IS WHAT YOU NEED. YOU JUST DON'T KNOW IT.  IF YOU ARE LUCKY, YOU LEARN.

 

SHORT STORY

 

About two years or so after my divorce, I was sitting in the teacher's room at work. My friend Ellen and her fiancée had just split up.

They had planned to go to Europe over the summer and she was bummed that she wouldn't be going.

I asked if she'd like to go somewhere with me. We talked about it and decided on Greece.

I was about 36 years old and hadn't been to Europe and being newly single, was hoping of course, that I'd meet someone.

 

The tour we took spent a few days in Athens, then took us on a four day cruise of the islands, and then back for a few more days in Athens.  I still remember that trip so fondly because I loved Greece. The ruins, the countryside, the history.

 

It was beautiful there. And the cruise, my first, was  the best.

 

So, did we meet any single men?

 

Believe it or not we did. Get this. I lived in Bayside, Queens, NY and my friend was in Great Neck, a couple of towns over. The two men were from NY and one of them lived in Bayside. There were people from all over the states, but the single ones were from where we lived. That was SOME coincidence.

Of course, nothing is perfect. The man from Bayside was a Priest, and his nice looking friend was gay. I'm sure he didn't tell us, but we kind of figured it out.

 

At least I had someone to dance with at night on the ship.  The Priest was a pretty good dancer. 

ALL THE LITTLE BIRDIES GO TWEET TWEET TWEET ROCKIN' ROBIN TWEET TWEET

I think I swore I'd never Tweet.

 

Wiki Definition.

 

Twitter (/ˈtwɪtər/) is an online social networking service that enables users to send and read short 140-character messages called "tweets".

 

Twitter was created in March 2006 by Jack Dorsey, Evan Williams, Biz Stone, and Noah Glass and launched in July 2006.

 

ME

 

It appears, according to these dates that I have managed to be in the dark about Twitter and tweeting for nearly 10 years.

 

As you know, better than I, the  little white bird is ubiquitous. I thought it was a symbol for peace.

 

Since I've recently begun blogging and now have a You Tube channel, I decided to bite the proverbial bullet and sign on to Twitter as well. 

 

WHY I WOULD DO SUCH A THING

 

Really, I only want followers for my blog.  (HINT HINT)  A friend told me about hashtags and how they help people find your posts on Instagram and Twitter and Blogs. 

 

I was ecstatic. Obviously it doesn't take much  to make me happy.  Now, all I have to do is find the right hashtag combinations and the world will be reading at my feet.

 

BUT FIRST, finding where to hashtag on the blog was my biggest challenge. I'm still not sure it's in the right place, but there didn't appear to be anywhere else.

AND

 

Does anyone know "the" hashtag key?  THE word, that will direct traffic to ME?

 

THE CURRENT ISSUES THAT WE unknowns  HAVE TO BATTLE:

 

All the good names are already taken. That isn't fair.   Brad Pitt, Superman, Tom Hanks etc. Just because you're famous doesn't mean you should have dibs on your name and fame.

 

Ashton Kutcher is to blame. Why couldn't he just make up a name and use that. I'm sure he has a private account for friends and family where he does that, but no, he had to use his real name and make it a contest for who could have the most followers.

I just realized that Twitter is like a popularity contest for people who are already popular and the winner gets more money when someone wants to hire them.

 

It's just like all those already rich and famous people to take away any opportunity from the average, normal individual. And also the not so ordinary  talented amazing, undiscovered individuals.

 

When Gertrude Stein said a "rose by any other name would smell as sweet"  she had no clue  what the future would bring.

 

Fro example. NAME RECOGNITION.  IT IS ALL POWERFUL.  If you have a nationally or world recognizable name, you can endorse products, win elections,  and even become a designer or inventor of things of which you have no knowledge.

 

I have nothing against Jessica Simpson. I applaud her comeback and ingenuity. However, she is now designing jewelry, clothing, shoes, handbags and probably things I don't know about.  Why do I care?  Because some extremely talented no name struggling designer  can't get work or noticed because industrialists don't want to take chances. They want a sure thing. Take someone with name recognition, have a designer you have work with them, and voila. Great product.

 

It seems that a site or two have sprung up to attempt to combat this. I assume Etsy started in order to help people who had beautiful art to sell, or share and couldn't find a venue because they DIDN'T HAVE NAME RECOGNITION.

 

As I see this site too, it too seems to have become so commercialized that you have to be especially savvy to be able to get ahead.   For an artist or artisan or author, that's a big deal.

 

WHAT IT IS THAT I WANT

 

I am not looking for fame, fortune or notoriety.  Maybe I'm over reaching in thinking that I have something to say that people can both learn from and enjoy.  I was able to do that when I was teaching at the University level. That made me feel good. So, do I want to feel good?

I do. About myself. I'm retired, although I do still work with people doing what I'll call mentoring. That's good, but not fulfilling in the way I want.

 

I WANT TO REACH PEOPLE AND TOUCH THEM

 

Emotionally, you gutter minded individuals. Okay. My mind is also in the gutter at times and I'm glad I learned to let it go there.

 

It may be hubris, but I really believe that by sharing my theories, stories and feelings, that I can help others feel less alienated and less alone.  And maybe, put a smile on those faces and make them think for the ten minutes it takes to read this.

Even if it means just getting out of their own heads for some time during the day, then, that's a good thing.   I heard somewhere that wandering around alone in your head wasn't safe. I accidentally typed sage. Totally as true.

 

 

In asking that universal question of "Why am I here?' the above reasons answer that question for me.   SO,

 

HOW DO I DO THAT?

 

perhaps by writing a blog? then,

 

HOW DO I GET PEOPLE TO FOLLOW MY BLOG?

OR EVEN NOTICE IT''S THERE?

 

TWEET #TWEET #TWEET. HASHTAG HASHTAG

#   #   #  VIDEOS ON YOU TUBE. NAME RECOGNITION.

 

 

I don't use my real name, which is probably wise.

 

theory?:

 

Life is hard. You want your presence to mean something. The things you want to accomplish are hard. You can't do it alone. You have to ask for help.

 

If you want something badly enough you have to work for it.

And if you are really narcissistic you will go to any lengths to be admired and known.

 

NOT THAT THERE'S ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT.

 

CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE THIRD KIND my experiences in Singles Bars

As I have noted before, I have been married twice. When most people are meeting their mates in college, I was in a serious relationship which broke up during my junior year. That left me screwed.

Or it's just another rationalization for not being a Venus-Fly-Trap for men.

I hated to go to Single's Bars, Dances, or any function that was designed to meet other single people. 

I remember thinking it was just like a meat market and I didn't like the feeling of being inspected. 
What I didn't say or think, was the denial of my feelings of inadequacy and low self-esteem.  Some of which had been programmed by my first love. The rest, well you know, you had them too. Parents.

Looking back I can say that I didn't see myself as Grade A meat. More like something with maggots and if you got too close you'd see them. (I read to many novels that have dead bodies in them. Maggots?)

Therefore, I didn't go often and it wasn't fun. If I had been having fun, I probably would have met some normal people. As it was, I met people who were attracted to Maggots.

THE BAR AND DANCE SCENE IN THE 1980'S

I remember one time. It was at a very nice place on Long Island. While standing by the bar a guy started talking to me and my girlfriend. He introduced himself as Sharone. He pronounced it the way an Israeli woman pronounces the name Sharon, so I asked him about it. I was hoping for some kind of Israel connection. That maybe we'd have something in common to talk about. Dreamer.

He told me that he changed it, when he joined his group. I can't remember the name of the group, but we aren't talking about a rock band. That would have been cool or somewhere in the norm.  It was more like the "we're waiting for the comet to pick us up and take us away from earth" type group.  Okaaaay. My friend walked away and I stood listening to him while my eyes glazed over and I kept asking myself, "why me?".

It may have been the same night or another as they all blend into one memory. *(AD)  I need to look at this and see if I can't see these as funny. At this moment it's like I'm reliving them and not feeling good. That is RIDICULOUS. I have to learn to look back and laugh. These experiences are funny. end of digression.

There must  have been a full moon whenever I chanced to go out. That might have explained the abundance of moon men. AKA Lunatics.

It was a lovely spring evening and there was a garden outside. I left the bar and found a seat on a bench, by myself. Probably hoping and expecting to be by myself. But no. A man came over and sat down next to me.

The first thing he said was, "are my shoes alright for this place?" I looked at him, dressed really casz,(How the hell do you spell that short version that means casual?)  and I said, "sure", wondering what new Hell was about to begin.  He told me he was nervous because he hadn't been out for some time. [ I was wondering, out of the institution?]. He then  proceeded in his monologue.  His girlfriend had just dumped him. She was  so great and she was a biker and his mom didn't like her and he did and he was  really hurt, although they hadn't been together long, like a couple of weeks, but he knew that he had to go back out and find someone.............. and my mind started glazing over I wondered if I looked like a fashion consultant or had the word shrink stamped on my forehead.  I nodded and smiled and eventually got up and walked away.

AND FOR DESSERT

The last one I'll mention in this post, is John Travolta. I can still see him in my mind's eye.

We were sitting/standing, near the front of the dance bar. In struts a young man.
He is dressed in a black tuxedo with the bow tie pulled open. He appears to have come from an affair and is ready to get his groove on.

He is about 5' 1'. Pale skinned with frizzy blonde hair. Thankfully, it wasn't in an Afro.  Like me, he had an invisible stamp on his head. His read Nebbish. That would translate into Nerd who is not necessarily smart. Or maybe loser might be a fair translation. I know. Very judgey for someone with Maggots.

I hope for his sake that he was drunk. His entrance was notable. He was barely there a minute before he asks someone to dance. Raise your hand if you know who it is. You got it.  Maybe I was the shortest woman at the door. Who knows?

He lead me to the dance floor and proceeded to dance. I'm sure that I  mentioned that I love dancing. It is also something I am very good at. At least that part of going out was fun. Normally.

He danced with abandon. He looked like he was having muscle spasms and seizures. That would have been enough. But the very best part was when he did the move from Saturday Night Fever. Remember that classic film moment? John Travolta, on the mirrored dance floor. He stops for a moment and then he does it. So perfectly. So smoothly. If you don't know this classic and showy dance move, look it up on You Tube. It was an iconic moment in movie history.

 When my partner did it, other dancers on the floor could not help staring as he did that famous move.  And it was not because it was so Travolta. It was more like he looked like a tiny statue of Liberty, wearing a tux, pointing his noble arm to the sky, bringing it down and thrusting it back up. Not smoothly. Not rhythmically, just embarrassingly. It was at this point I finally asked  "Dear Lord, May I please become invisible right this moment?" "Dear Lord, WHY ME??????????????????"   Had I been listening I would have heard a question.

"In all these tales of woe, what is the common denominator?" The answer was
ME!!

I DID IT. I DID IT. NO ONE HAD THOUGHT I'D DO IT BUT INDEED I DID. thank you Lerner & Lowe

Ta Da!  I uploaded a video to my YouTube channel. At least I

suppose it's called a channel and if it isn't, Why not?

Anyway, I think it's called Dr. Glee.  Talk about short term memory loss. I didn't write it down so it's lost in the ethers.

I must say, that this was done for a Halloween dance 4 years ago. Not long after my first arthroscopy.  Actually, it's the only video I have that I can put up without permission from friends. I'll try that if anyone is interested.

Still. I am extremely embarrassed by and at my performance.  I am shocked that I would have the nerve to put it out there.

Shock me even more by watching in. And don't judge. (too harshly).
Until you've been in my ballet slippers, and Brooklyn, you don't know how it feels.

Thanks in advance.
Yours, as always,
Dr. G.

IF I DON'T KNOW WHERE I'M GOING, HOW DO I GET THERE?

I saved this a while back, because, well, it really says a lot.
I know so many people who don't think they know who they are. They don't know where they're going and worry about it a lot.

You all know that worry is like sitting in a rocking chair.  You keep moving, but you never go anywhere.

Years ago I heard Wayne Dyer say, " I wish I believed what I believe".  I then read it in a book that I think he may have borrowed it from.  It stuck with me, because I can really relate.

There are things I really believe. The one that makes no sense is that the Universe has and will always make sure I'm financially okay.
Not that I don't have leg work to do, but I know I'll be okay.

I have no idea where this came from. In my house, growing up, they believed in death and taxes.

I suppose, I can be grateful for that.  I used to envy people who were brought up with a faith or a belief system. I never knew that I could come to my own decisions and learn to believe in what made sense to me, not anyone else.

I believe in the law of attraction. Like attracts like. I believe in reincarnation, although that's one of those that fall into the I wish I believed parts. Those are the ones that challenge my faith and demand more of me.

I don't believe in mistakes. I believe in lessons. People say you should be doing God's will. I believe that whatever you do, is or becomes God's will.

Just like it says. If you don't know where you're going any road will take you there.

And as Popeye said so succinctly, " I yam what I yam". As am I.

I would very much like your company on this unknown road. So far, it's been an interesting trip. All I know is that I will keep on going.

The Sand Hill Crane's leaving my house after tea and crumpets.

ALL THE LIGHT YOU CANNOT SEE AND THE YOUNG ADULT NOVELS. WHAT'S THE DIFF?

I just finished reading All the Light You Cannot See.  It was incredibly well written with a compelling story. I love reading. Even when the stories make me cry, and not in a good way.

My husband read it a while ago and said it was uplifting and he loved it.

It wasn't uplifting at all for me. Perhaps it just reinforced my fears about the nature of humans.

 

A while back, I read The Book Thief.  To me they were quite similar.

World War II tales, not from the American viewpoint.

Both about young adults growing up during this awful era.

 

I didn't know that The Book Thief was a YA novel. I finished it and was curious that the two main adolescents never consummated their relationship. Not even close.  Then I found out why.

Not in a YA.

 

The same could be said of All the Light.  There was no sex except for a short rape that was quietly described.

 

In that sense, it could have been a YA.

 

Most of the novels I read have adult relationships in them. I suppose that has to do with my choices. And no, I'm not counting the Romance and Erotica novels that have sprouted up like unruly weeds since 50 shades.

 

It has made me think.

 

Most of the young adults I know or have known in the past 20 years are having more sex than I was even aware of at their age.

I'm really talking about teens who I suppose are like young adults?

 

In any event, why is it that the novels they write have love and unconsummated relationships when in the non-fiction world they are screwing like indiscriminate bunnies?

 

Who then is reading this fiction? And I do mean fiction?

The books are great. I've taken to reading them too.

 

Theory?

 

Books are categorized by what we would like them to be. Not what they really are.

 

it seems very much like the history books. The winner writes the story as they want it to be told.

 

Perhaps we think, if we see it in print it's real and true. The world the way we want it. Not the way it is.

 

 



YAY. I NOW HAVE TWO URLS. CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT THAT MEANS EXACTLY AND WHAT I CAN DO WITH THEM? ON THEM?

It's another beautiful day in the neighborhood. Except it's only 46 degrees and I'm in southern Florida.

This was me as the Elder Black Swan.

Anyway. google gave me a YouTube url and a google url.

I hope that doesn't mean that the address for my blog doesn't exist anymore. I finally wrote it down because I think it too, is a URL.

My name on both, is DrGlee.  For those of you who actually know me, or have read my posts will get a kick out of that.

I did watch Glee but gleeful is not usually the adjective that most people would use to describe me. Of course it depends on how you know me. Different attitudes in different situations and places.

So, back to the question at hand.

I went to my YouTube and of course there was nothing there. it's virgin territory.

It looks as though I should be able to upload videos. Is there a particular format I need? Will my iPhone and iPad videos work?

I had a friend make a video of me [ the Elder Black Swan]  some Halloweens back, but the format was incompatible. I had wanted to put in on You Tube but couldn't.  I was able to play it on my computer. However, It wouldn't copy to any where, and it wouldn't upload. As usual. I am incompatible with others.  I  have the disc somewhere.  Maybe I'll film it while it's on the computer. If I do, I'll post it, even though it is truly humiliating and embarrassing.

So. HELP