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Streams of Unconsciousness: August 2015
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Io Sono Grande Zio. In Lieu of Another 'Apology Tour' Other Countries Offer Thanks to the US - You're Welcome Representative King. 8220;Americans are tired of apologizing,” King continued. “We’re a proud people. We’re the vigor of the planet and there’s nothing for us to apologize for until they come and thank us for the things we’ve done.”. 8220;I am from Vietnam and I would like to thank American for all the napalm and the carpet bombing in the ‘70s. 'Preciate it.”. 8220;Hi. I come from Hiroshima i...
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Streams of Unconsciousness: March 2015
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Io Sono Grande Zio. Jerry Joins the Army. When Jerry Oliver left his girlfriend’s house she started playing an album by this chick singer named Joni Mitchell. Jerry could hear it coming out of her window as he got into his car. For some reason Jerry felt like Monya — that was his girlfriend — would think of some other guy when she listened to this Mitchell gal sing. In fact he couldn’t shake the thought. It was good to get to know some guys right away. Jerry could see that he was going to meet a lot ...
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Streams of Unconsciousness: July 2015
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Io Sono Grande Zio. Bad Teacher/Good Teacher: A Few Thoughts and Ideas and Observations on the Noblest of Professions. There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can't move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies. Who the hell are you to be owed by them? Teachers are the ones who owe. They owe students a quality education. I've touched on these types of issues before - i ncluding recently. As an aside: I had some excel...
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Streams of Unconsciousness: February 2015
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Io Sono Grande Zio. My Mom, TheTragic Story of a Horrible Wonderful Woman. Mom holding me with my brother looking on. So I was about 13 maybe 14 years old and walking down the street with a friend of mine after school and he kind of pokes me and asks, “isn’t that your mom? My mother was posthumously diagnosed as bi polar. Starting as a teenager until I was in my 50’s I sat in various psychiatrist offices recounting life with mother. My mom grew up during the Depression but her father had steady work and ...
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Streams of Unconsciousness: May 2015
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Io Sono Grande Zio. Surviving Depression, A User's Guide. You can feel you're a victim. That this is not your fault.That it is unfair. A cruel joke. All this is true. But that should not mean surrender or acceptance. You need to push on no matter what. There is life beyond the pain and despite its struggles and miseries and disappointments it is worth participating in. Ambulance came and you could feel like a sigh of relief from everyone there. These people would know what to do and give an accident ...
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Streams of Unconsciousness: June 2015
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Io Sono Grande Zio. Not a Normal Norman My Great Childhood and Teenage Friend the Unforgettable Mark Norman. That's Mark on the left and Mooney on the right. Sprinkled throughout this post are excerpts from a quite lengthy letter I received from Mark in 1973. They are in italics.). By the way, did I tell you Mooney died? Good old anus-liver Mooney snuck out and died. Now he's in paradise (as the Bible says) having a good time, I'm stuck on Earth.). Once we threw dirt clods and rocks into a mailbox. A...
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Streams of Unconsciousness: The Freud Wannabe Will Just Sit There Nodding While You Spill Your Guts -- My Grand Experiences With Psychiatrists
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Io Sono Grande Zio. The Freud Wannabe Will Just Sit There Nodding While You Spill Your Guts - My Grand Experiences With Psychiatrists. Psychiatry did nothing to get me off drugs and booze. Indeed one shrink tried to convince me that AA was a sham and that it was possible for me to drink again. I should have shoved a bust of Freud down his throat for that one. But I digressed. As I am want to do. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Berkeley, CA, United States. I am a tortured genius who suffers for his art.
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Streams of Unconsciousness: Fear and Loathing in My Life
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Io Sono Grande Zio. Fear and Loathing in My Life. Shaven heads and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding instantaneous lobotomy.". From Howl by Allen Ginsberg. My brain is scrambled. Eggs. There are screws loose. Women. I have such mental torture. Chamber. But what is there, really? What have I got? Can I find some happiness/solace/satisfaction/contentment out of anything? Isn’t health and family enough or do I really really really need something more? I don’t like life’s terms. They suc...Even as a pip...
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Streams of Unconsciousness: Arthur Grunion, The Man Who Woke Up in Trees
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Io Sono Grande Zio. Arthur Grunion, The Man Who Woke Up in Trees. Finally Arthur stood up. Yup, his hip was a little sore. But that was it. His pants were torn and his jacket…say, where was his jacket? Arthur looked all around the tree but there was no sign of it. Then for some reason he looked up and there it was, half way up the tree. Higher than where he had fallen from. This added to Arthur’s bewilderment. He scratched his head. Come in.”. 8220;What’s wrong, Artie? You just climbed up there on a whim?
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Streams of Unconsciousness: Bad Teacher/Good Teacher: A Few Thoughts and Ideas and Observations on the Noblest of Professions
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Io Sono Grande Zio. Bad Teacher/Good Teacher: A Few Thoughts and Ideas and Observations on the Noblest of Professions. There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can't move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies. Who the hell are you to be owed by them? Teachers are the ones who owe. They owe students a quality education. I've touched on these types of issues before - i ncluding recently. As an aside: I had some excel...
