Time for Headphones

This exploded from me as I awoke this morning:

Human Race to the Bottom

and I dropped this beat on top of another from a cool Norwegian named Paul last night expunging thoughts with my creative night light:

Suspicious Flamingo

as well as this little vocal piece with the trappings of disjointed music made using Properllerhead’s TAKE app on my iPad:  All Fall Down.

Earlier this summer, I wrote this song about the NRA’s SICK JIHAD.

Negative feelings and imagery ruin my being since I have to wake up to the O-shaped horror mouth of a UNpresidential candidate spewing his Nazi vitriol on every broadcast medium. This leaves me completely obliterated. I can’t image 4 years of his daily hell storm. We must eradicate our country of his soulless fury and send him out to an exoplanet far from our galaxy on one of Elon Musk’s SpaceX Ultimate Spaceship V2.

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The Weakest Week

Every day became progressively worse since Monday began at 6:30a. A bulleted list of highlights to showcase the anemic suspension of a soul:

  • Monday discovery in my recording studio class that the doors to the studio won’t open without brute force to pull the doors out due to the huge sucking of air that the Winchester Mystery HVAC installation has caused inside. Feels like hundreds of pounds of air pressure to pull the door open from the outside or push it open once inside.
  • The recording studio is only quiet when the doors are wide open to the hallway.
  • When the doors are shut, it sounds like one would imagine how the whipping blasts of wind resonate atop Mount Everest.
  • Rush off before class starts to attempt a load of laundry at SFWash on Mission St not far from the college. Find the dirtiest place I’ve seen in ages making some garage bathrooms look like a better place to launder one’s clothes. Disgust fills my insides as I try a washer. When that is done, I leave with a basket of wet clothes after finding hair and dirt around all of the dryers. Laundry basket is heavy and hard on that pain spot nagging at me from my lower spine.
  • Back at the studio and after class I find none of the usual places to put things away that have always been available (until this summer of hell HVAC installation) leaving me to schlep to remote locations yet again. Lower back pulls from the weight of a super heavy mic stand that I extended too far into a crowded room that my body would not fit into.  Left work at 10:30p after loading van with a ton of production sound gear for tomorrow’s class at another campus. (15-hour day complete)
  • Tuesday morning class is better, but I have to arrive an hour early since I’m unloading a car filled with production sound gear for today’s hands-on lab in the Sound For Visual Media class.  I’m already tired by 10:30a after several hours of schlepping and trying my best to be a stimulating educator. Lower back pain escalates.
  • Tuesday afternoon, I run from one campus to another to help fellow educators understand how to input information about courses into a new-ish program we are using. Volunteerism begins to wear thin in this second week of this. Beginning to limp a little now from the pain.
  • Run between buildings on campus off to another meeting.  Pain heightens.
  • One hour later, yet another meeting. Education is taxing .(double-entendre intended.)
  • I’m home by 7:50p and ready to crash already. 12-hour day complete. Ice pack on the back before tucking self in.
  • Wed morning, I have some extra time, so I steam and stir-fry all of the veggies in the fridge before they go bad using great care to try some new flavored oils and balsamic. I’ll have a burrito in the Mission for lunch before a long meeting all afternoon, so this veggie meal will be a perfect evening pick-me-up on break during class.
  • Proceed to leave tupperware of food in warm office (HVAC not yet working) to run off to meeting at another campus.  Return hours later to no time for self so class begins with the next song-and-dance from Teacher D!  Can only leave door to studio open  for another night of miking demonstrations because it’s the only way to silence the wind noise that howls in the room when the doors are closed.
  • Former advanced audio student and fantastic pianist comes in for us to record and for me to show miking piano techniques. I demonstrate to him why the studio doors remain open during this sound recording (a common “no no”). When the doors are closed the gale winds of the north cause him to double-over in laughter “Oh my God, what the hell?”  Yes, it’s frozen over.
  • Recording goes well with students feeling happy about their burst of new knowledge this week in lab despite the acoustic nightmare. I drive home at 10:30 somewhat content. I drink 1/2 of a bottle of a Lagunitas Stout with a shot of Bulleit Rye and I’m out like a light.
  • Thursday morning comes too fast and I’m off again to class only this time I remember that I’ve left a large tupperware full of cooked veggies in my office at the other campus. Oh no. I’ve wasted food!
  • I find every single route to the Mission campus fully blocked like some giant foot has landed in the middle of the city causing traffic for miles through every artery.  I remind myself that the city continues to build more and more high rises even though there is not enough room for those already here.
  • Mental note taken as I cross no fewer than 6 construction zones near the corners of many streets being upgraded by the SFPUC in an attempt to accommodate a city filled with more shit…literally.  Too many people in a 7 x 7 area. That’s 7 miles by 7 miles, folks. That’s it for SF.  Greedy Mayor don’t care
  • At one particularly long jam of traffic, I check my phone and see an email from my Aunt. The inevitable has occurred. One of my sweetest cousins has passed on to the other world leaving her body riddled with cancer back on earth. Rest in Peace, sweet Cousin.
  • Class arrival -song & dance with the technology and the gear; where’s my thumb drive with everything carefully prepared and loaded onto it for today’s class?  Digging deeper into my bag…Oh no. It’s not here.  Is it lost? Did I remove last years tax returns from it? Holy crap, is it floating out in the ether for people to check out and grab?  These thoughts go on in the back of my head as I turn back to class to keep the minds moving and excited to be there. I have learned to do 3 things at once in these past few years of hell in the workplace.
  • I hang around after class for longer than usual trying to avoid the reality that I know will sink in the minute I’m alone: my dear sweet cousin of 57-years-of-age is gone and the family needs me. Cancellation emails are written with truthful apologies. It’s time to face it.
  • I think of renewing my earthquake kit. Life feels too strange and the Girl Scout in me seeks preparedness.
  • The Russian Jew in me wants to drink some…not a lot, but just enough to melt away the pain…

So, when does summer really end?

Weakest Week

Jamed Blond

“I’ll take my martini black, thanks.”
Shaken.

I’m a heap of stirred-up about the world this day. I awoke to a vision of a Trumptopian future looking a lot like the opening scenes from the movie “Elysium.” With every new day comes a shuddering feeling from seeing his huge O-shaped horror mouth in the news somewhere…EVERYWHERE. His ugh face presence surrounds me and I wonder how I can turn off all media to live off the grid until November. But then, what about after November. This crazed loon will not be going away any time soon. No one I know can figure out why he’s running. He certainly cares NOT about America and helping its citizens in their daily lives. I can’t imagine him waking up at 5a every day to roll up his sleeves to work for America until midnight. That’s not Donald McDonald. That’s not the style of billionaire boy, reality-show hack Trumproast. He has no plans to work for any of us. I don’t even believe that he really wants to be President but rather just wants to show the world that he can get elected. If these Untied States give him a spot in the White House, he’ll play king as he spin passes the rugby ball of important day-to-day work back to Pence while the rest of us are left to form a scrum to survive.

Meanwhile, I continue to ponder at the power of ALEC. Yeah, that’s the cute, hugable shortened name of the American Legislative Exchange Council which has been busy making life in America one right-wing cluster-fuck of Hell.  They are working the $$ up and down the election ticket to ensure their stooges are your Governors, Mayors, Senators, and Assembly people. Focus on the word “Exchange” for a minute so that  you fully get the picture. Membership in their org brings you a lot of money for your next campaign. What do you have to do in “exchange” for that money? Put through and work to pass their “model bills” which is a nice way of saying legislation aimed at making America the dystopian nightmare of uneducated poor feeding off a media circus of lies while your “representatives” vote to put more money into the pockets of the super-rich. Bill Moyers showcased their evil in The United States of ALEC in 2012 and has been reporting even more about them since.   Don’t you just love the sound of “a national consortium of state politicians and powerful corporations?”  Rolls right off the tongue, doesn’t it?  Yup, not for me either. The dark green to yellowish-brown fluid called bile builds in my tummy and rises up to my mouth in a reflux just thinking about them. (Sorry, gross. I know.)

Meanwhile, let’s be captivated by the flag-bearing, oily Tongan marching in the parade of nations at the opening ceremonies of the 2016 Olympics in Rio while we worry about the new mutant Super Lice  outbreak in 48 states. That’s about as scary as 30-million locusts swarming in Egypt a few years back. I get shivers thinking about that many bugs in the air, but in your hair??? Check out this definition: “The head louse is an obligate ectoparasite of humans that causes head lice infestation. Head lice are wingless insects spending their entire life on the human scalp and feeding exclusively on human blood.” Sounds a little like ALEC, doesn’t it?

All the while the billionaire space club rockets to anywhere-but-here with guys like Elon Musk and Richard Branson delving into space exploration to appeal to their bored, wealthy celeb friends for a ride. Let the Koch-Bros and their ilk buy democracy. The government is messy and unnecessary to most of the uber-wealthy. The rest of us hard-working citizens can take the shaft while the “Beam me up, Scotty.” crowd soars to new heights.

Conjuring up a song for Dame Shirley Bassey to come out of exile to record for the new Jamed Blond flick: “Dr. No RussiaFinger You Only Die Twice on a Moonraker” starring Kanye and Kim.

Good heavens, pour me another…

Richard Branson.

Richard Branson. (Thank you, Slate.com for the pic and the article.)

Slums of the World

One Big For-Profit Prison

Senator Bernie Sanders: “We are producing enough to feed the hungry and provide what people need, yet our economy works day after day to make billionaires richer.” 7/27/16

I counted eight today that I witnessed along my path en route to my work space. Some days there are many more wandering about, some lifeless, some searching through the city trash cans. The second one I found was not disheveled. Seated in front of a newsstand, she looked to be in her 30’s and had a baby in her arms. I read the cardboard box top with the words, “Please. Anything. We have nothing left.” I walked by and then stopped to turn around deciding that the $20 I had put in my pocket to pick up some lunch would be put to better use by this mother. “Thank you. Thank you. God bless you,” she said. Half a block later, tears welled in my eyes as I crossed the path of another young person who was seated, staring into the sky. His bruised and scabbed, dirty face told me he had been out of sorts for a long time.

Next, I heard a group of wanderers yelling at pedestrians from their perch on the sidewalk: Market St homeless_380

Later, I found some people working at a job that seems to come from a bygone era, shoe shine. Do they earn enough to eat and live in this expensive city?

Market St Shoe Shine

Many people work several jobs to survive and others study to find a better life. I found this young one on a MUNI train fast asleep with his phone in one hand and a plate of food in the other.

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I think about the gluttonous mass of wealth of several of the human cancers walking this earth like the man who was recently nominated by the RePugnican Party and how little they give to others. He is known to take from others, cheating the small businessperson and workers who have had the misfortune to be hired by this horrible man. If he ever gets into power he will demand that people like the homeless mother and child are deported or put into one of his buddies’ for-profit prisons. In fact, I’m quite certain that if he makes it to the White House, this entire nation will become one big for-profit prison.

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Senator Bernie Sanders: “We are producing enough to feed the hungry and provide what people need, yet our economy works day after day to make billionaires richer.” 7/27/16

Backwards Ahead

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Off is the new on

Yes is the new no

How do we teach our children

When there are so many ways to go?

Decisions by the the “Deciders”

One President declared himself so

OK 4 Rules to be broken

Is all you need to know

Do as I say

Not as I do

There once was an old lady

Who lived in a shoe

Tweedle Dee

Tweedle Dum

Find me under a cold dark bridge

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Sunday Self-Referential Sock Hop

Leapfrog here for some words and music:

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Salivating Sentients Sucking on Stupidity – I had to purge my system in a Fellini “8-1/2” meets Magritte’s “The Treachery of Images” kind of day. Alas, it’s only 1:30p. I will dine on a crustacean and walk in the sun now.

MagrittePipe sock-hop

“It’s Palmolive; You’re Soaking In It”

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Appalling, Atrocious, OutRAGEous, Frightening…

These words only begin to spell out the daunting truth of the side of America that bursts forth with more ferocity than ever since the hate-filled masses have become emboldened by the rhetoric of their demagogue. Months ago as he continued spewing his vitriol, I surmised that we would be subjected to a full-scale social and dangerous civil war between those of us who care about others and see this country as a safe haven for everyone from all walks of life and those of us who demonize others while living in a precarious mental state of growing illness. The diseased mindset of America and the cancer that flourishes from the assistance of a constant barrage of hate spewed through the digital pipeline to our homes and work; invades our social media, television, streaming networks, and radio. Venom, loathing, and detestation has metastasized our country. The 2nd Amendment wingnuts have been stocking up an arsenal and are stoked up for civil war hell.

Us pacifists need to wake up and form a plan. Signing our names to Change.org, MoveOn.org, BoldProgressives, and a host of other ways we use to properly use our rights to protest the intended policies of our purchased politicians worries me. Many among the GOP are mentally ill serving sociopathic constituents who elected them. If they gain enough votes to hold onto the Senate and they also elect a President: we are doomed. The White House will look like the (now dilapidated and bankrupt) Trump Taj Majal in Atlantic City in a few short years while the rest of us are terrorized by a country with one-half of its citizens holding us hostage.

When you read just the first 20 lines of this article titled “Behind the Gold Curtain of Donald Trump’s Résumé” (written by Adam Davidson); you will be appalled and frightened at how even a seemingly normal businessman (supporter) answers questions about him. (Go ahead, take a quick look at it. The illustrations by Andrew Rae are worth it alone. I’ll sit right here with you, awaiting your return…Bookmark the article and read it all when you can. It’s truly eye-opening and should be required reading by every voter in America.)

Think about it, my comrades: the arachnid is at work spinning us into a web while Madge reassures us: “It’s Palmolive; You’re Soaking in It“.

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Cotogna

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The delight of Cotogna in SF remains on the tongue weeks later…

My friend and I had reserved the only spot available on a rainy Saturday at 4p which is a perfect time to enjoy a delicious meal in a rustic, Italian setting amidst multiple choices in San Francisco’s North Beach district. We shared each dish with a wine pairing suggested by the Sommelier. Our primi: the delicate  Fava bean sformato & pecorino romano fonduta The dish brought a tasty thrill to my palate along with a sip of a lovely Italian white wine:

GRECO DI TUFO, VILLA RAIANO 2014

Region: Campania Grape: Greco

I tried a few sips from the glass of my dining companion, the wonderful Sicilian red:

 

  • ETNA ROSSO, BENANTI “ROSS DI VERZELLA” 2013

    Region: Sicilia Grape: Nerello Mascalese & Cappucio

 

Next came the superbly delicious Bolognese followed by the Pesce Spade (Swordfish!  MMMM). Each of us also preferred a Sardinian red with these:

CANNONAU DI SARDEGNA, GABBAS “LILLOVÉ” 2013

Region: Sardegna Grape: Cannonau

Perfecto mundo!

Aside:  check out these romantic getaways to Sardinia.

Topping it off with a hazelnut gelato and a sip of Vietti Moscato, we left entranced and vowed to return.

I hear they cater office parties.  Ha!  I wish I could afford that on my teacher’s salary!

While in North Beach, don’t hesitate for a minute to stop at Urban Sidewalk.  Fabulous clothing and accessories for women and men at very affordable prices hosted by Marcus, the fun and funny proprietor!

Trumpet mushroom and talegio