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Ted Williams has been given a second (or third, or fifth, sixth…whatever) chance. This time it’s big. It’s the real deal. The former radio and voiceover man was ‘discovered’ by a Columbus Dispatch reporter, homeless and on the side of a highway. Ted beat the addictions that he wrestled wtih, but not the economic straits, that left him homeless. Last week a Dispatch reporter happend along him and gave him a donation, Ted’s golden voice came flowing out, and the reporter was astounded. Ted’s story was heartwrenching as he explained that his mother was in her nineties and he had not seen her in twenty years. His greatest wish was to see her before she passes. Ted’s story won national attention over the week. It seems America is behind another story of human toil and triumph. Are we hungry to participate in the hope and dreams of others? yes we are, and that is amazing. Postivie stories are what we are all waking early eager to google to see what has happened overnight, or if the person or persons triumphed since we last logged in. (Ahem..we aren’t necessarily going to the television set to get our news, but that’s another story). After a delay between network and news nemeses, over who would get to record Williams’ very first meeting with his beloved and long missed mother, Williams and his mother finally reunited this AM. Watch the video here. You might need a kleenex or two before you sit down. Top of the Morn to you from The Trouble With Milk.
On New Year’s Day, (okay yesterday)... I woke up and decided to visualize my new goals and resolutions. I decided that before I got to the real angst and torture from which all sacrifice must come, I would flounder in my old habits just a little longer. I proceeded to roll out of bed at 1PM, eat cereal for my breakfast / lunch / afternoon snack. (one bowl accounted for all of those meals, but lord it was a large one). I then lain in an extremely hot bath hoping to settle the granola that was without a doubt nefariously swimming in my breadbasket like paunch.
It did, in fact, cross my mind that i just paid $10.00 for a plate of ‘street tacos’ not on the ‘STREET but ‘in THE ‘KITCHEN’ of a corporate restaurant. I probably should’ve mosied back down the boulevard and bought some those tacos for about $2.00! Yes, I did get a tiny bowl of frijoles de la hoya with a ‘pift’ of cacique cheese floating in it, but even that didn’t make it a moderate economic gain. After whooshing the corporate cloaked ‘street tacos’ down my gullet, Steve and I decided we would see the latest Coen Brothers’ movie, “True Grit.” but with an hour to kill before our flick, we decided to first go to our local bookstore use it like a library (as usual.) Usually we purchase a coffee and cookie reading books in their entirety and taking pictures of weird titles. We’d wait until the movie started or they kicked us out. Whatever came first.
I hung in Cultural studies / social issues because I can’t get enough controversy, stories of intervention and political unrest. I must say that I do have a ‘highbrow literary fantasy’ so sometimes I break character and skulk over to the literary fiction looking for affecting coming of age tales with political overtones set in middle America. Ahem Thomas Pynchon..Ahem…
Steve dallied in Tech, computing, cooking or building. But I was hoping to find something different in my usual domain, running my finger along several spines, the new P.J. O’Rourke, the new Amy Goodman,
some blasted books blasting Obama, some social book applauding Oprah, what it feels like to be half black and half white, how it feels to be transgender. Partisan stuff, union stuff, struggles of women with eating disorders and how to talk to your child if he’s in a gang. I noticed some opinion stuff on Kabul and then… there I spotted it. “PostSecrets.” Intrigued in general with ‘secrets,’ I opened the book. “PostSecrets” is a book created by Frank Warren, in which people mail their secrets anonymously on a homemade postcard.
The simple concept of the project was that completely anonymous people decorate a postcard and portray a secret that they had never previously revealed. No restrictions are made on the content of the secret; only that it must be completely truthful and must never have been spoken before.
Entries range from admissions of sexual misconduct and criminal activity to confessions of secret desires, embarrassing habits, hopes and dreams. I was intrigued to say the least. I flipped through the book dazzled by the humor, the honesty and yes the sadness.
The sadness was striking and hard to digest at the same time since it was expressed with such artistic beauty.
Some of the revelations sworn to secrecy were familiar. Yes, at times I do hate people who display some of the same traits that I do hate within myself. But I read on. I found people who felt ignored, unloved, bound and angry. Some were flippant, using the platform / art piece / literary work as a context to simply goof on the idea of a secret through the use of exaggeration or minimalism. There were ‘matter of fact secrets’ and then there were ones that we only have had inklings were occurring in some of our family friends and neighbors.
As I perused the expanse of artwork, now with Steve looking over my shoulder, I was turning the pages and found this! It said, “I cheated on my husban with a woman and i’ll do it again.” In a way I felt honored to be the unlikely and completely unexpected
recipient of one woman’s “secret.” I felt sad that she (whomever she was), was obviously torn in her relationship, and that she was burdened with something she seemed to feel ashamed of. I felt sorry for the unknowing party, the deceived, the husband. This unknown woman had seen the book, gone into the bathroom which was only 10 steps from the end of the aisle where the section was located, and tore a sheet from the towel dispenser, authored her admission and left it for discovery.
I felt as though the sadness and beauty of this book had just reached out and touched me in reality, there on that shelf in that bookstore while killing time waiting for a Coen Brothers’ movie.
The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:
The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Fresher than ever.
A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 3,000 times in 2010. That’s about 7 full 747s.
In 2010, there were 53 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 81 posts. There were 257 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 84mb. That’s about 5 pictures per week.
The busiest day of the year was December 9th with 66 views. The most popular post that day was “SOUNDS-WEST” The best music in Los Angeles .
Where did they come from?
The top referring sites in 2010 were stumbleupon.com, facebook.com, webmail.aol.com, en.wordpress.com, and WordPress Dashboard.
Some visitors came searching, mostly for the trouble with milk, birth defects pictures, disney female characters, deadmau5, and disney male characters.
Attractions in 2010
These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.
“SOUNDS-WEST” The best music in Los Angeles October 2009
Kettleman City – We need another Cesar Chavez. February 2010
How the Amelia Bedelia Books SHOULD be titled! October 2009
Note: Although Gil Franco passed away in 2006, it is obvious that we as a country are still dealing with the ‘fascism’ that we were during the reign of ‘King George.’ Read this and ‘remember how we felt.’
Now… think about our current struggle for ‘freedom of speech‘, (Assange, Jeremy Marks, so many others), ‘truth’, (Assange, our war engagement), and ‘transparency.‘ (there are too many examples to place in parenth!)
The ‘slowly, but surely ‘part, of this essay…was so prescient.
Find Gil’s (My dad’s) writing still posted on http://progressivewritersbloc.com
On Sunday March 5 while watching CNN a story appeared that certainly got my attention. It was about a high school teacher in Aurora, Colorado who was suspended (lucky for him, with pay) when he asked his students if they thought there were any similarities between President George W. Bush and Adolph Hitler. (By the way, just Google “Bush Hitler Similarities” and you will find several lengthy lists of similarities various people have compiled.) One of his students, a fifteen year old boy, “just happened” to record this question on his hand held recorder. The teacher, Jay Bennish, did not deny that he asked the question, but he emphasized that he posed his remark as a question, not a statement, in order to stimulate a dialog with his students.
I agree with Mr. Bennish because grappling with controversial issues is supposed to be part of the educational process. A teacher is supposed to get his students to think, isn’t he? Though this incident has been a mere blip on the radar screen, thus far, I find it disturbing (to put it mildly) in the sense that the teacher’s first amendment right (the freedom of speech provision) was violated. Quite frankly this doesn’t surprise me at all. Why? Because this administration has slowly but surely squelched, put down, denied, pressured, or humiliated anyone who disagrees with them. (Hey! That’s a similarity with Hitler right there, isn’t it?) They’re denying us, Americans, our constitutional rights slowly but surely.
What’s almost laughable is that Bush and his partners in crime have the audacity, temerity and unmitigated gall to state (ad nauseam) that they want to spread freedom and democracy around the world while at the same time they’re taking our freedoms away here at home! They must think we’re all just a bunch of brainless morons. Well, I have news for the Bush regime’s boot-lickers and hangers on. There are some of us in this great country of ours who are waking up to the grim reality that confronts us here in the United States of America. There are many of us who do not fall for Bush’s lies, and double talk. We are not part of his so-called base; huge and powerful corporations (foreign and domestic), the oil industry, pharmaceutical firms, the United Arab Emirates (U.A.E.), Halliburton, etc. Yes, it’s incumbent on those of us who know a con artist when we see one to do everything in our power to stop the theft of our constitutional rights. No one is going to do it for us; it’s up to us. The future is now. Tomorrow will be too late. So let’s stop complaining and start rolling NOW!