Blah diddy blue...

So, I guess you could tell from that last post, I am a wee bit out of sorts. Could you tell I was a tad tipsy, too? No matter, I suppose. The truth is, I've The Weight of the World upon me, with a smidge of Malaise thrown in to give it a little razzamatazz. (I've already explained my self-obsessed taxonomy of all of the ways I could possibly feel bad. If you're into self-punishment, read them again here:

http://smalleradventure.blogspot.com/2009/11/feelings-woe-woe-woe-feelings.html; by the way, this is actually one of my most popular posts because it begins with a picture of a blue meanie I jacked from Google Images. People just love them Meanies, I tell you what!)

I also have allergies - oh, my achin' bacon! To all my fail allergy sufferers, I join you in cursing the air! Oooh, air! You make me so angry! RRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

Anyway, I am on the road to feeling 100% better -yay!- and in the meantime, I will leave you with some cool things I have seen I have seen recently.

Have a great week!

I Live In The Present, No Matter What You Think!

Upon rereading my last post, it occurs to me that some of my followers- that's right, I have followers- might have studied American history, and might, therefore, have prior awareness of certain factual information, like, for instance, the douchebaggery of George Armstrong Custer. Perhaps, though I find it difficult to fathom, you don't find my take on certain important events, like the lead up to the Battle of Little Bighorn, what one would term "breaking news." I understand that just because something happened over 130 years ago and you learned about it when you were twelve, some of you might not think that a rehashing, no matter how vibrantly told, is really relevant to today's complex and turbulent times. Really, I get that. Misguided as it is, I feel your boredom with my historical fascination.

Alas, as a graduate of the BSISD, I have almost no knowledge of my country's past, nor do I have any sense at all of basic geography, chemistry, physics, or algebra of any kind. Sometimes I get confused about what it means when the big hand is on or near the nine, and if you use obscure directional terms like "north" and "south", I am bound to end up near Oklahoma, a place nobody really goes by choice.

I think back over my education and wonder why I never learned about things that others seem to know.

In the BSISD high schools, many history and government classes are taught by coaches, often of the ignorant, foaming, Republican nature. I went to a school that had no athletics, so the powers that be had to import a survivalist, child-loving redneck to fill in for a football dude. Mr. McCartwright, as I will call him, spoke as if he always had a hunka chaw under his lip. "I hate to tell yew yer wrong, cowboy.... but yew shure ain't right," he'd say when we'd question the ethical nature of the Confederacy, or mention the hypocrisy of the Puritans. I particularly remember his enthusiastic portrayal, in a series of seemingly interminable lectures - no print-rich, stimulating word walls for this guy, I tell you what!- on "The Plight of the American Injun."

"What happened with yer injuns," he said, with a sad and knowing smile, "wuz that they re-lied on the buffaloes, for evrythang...evrythang you could pawsibly imajun!"

While I imagined the Indians relying on the buffalo for electricity, rock concerts, snow days, weed, Flashdance t-shirts, and blowdryers - I had a pretty vivid, if not juvenile, imagination at that time - Mr.McCartwright would suck at his teeth and shake his head in the mock pity of those who know better.

"Sad to say," he went on, "but them buffaloes got sum disease, sumpin' real bad, like a buffalo flu. They got to gettin' real sick, and then hell! They all up and died!"

He proceeded to explain, with charts and graphs that he drew on the blackboard - back in the day, we used a substance called 'chalk', that left a thick, white dust on a black board- that the Indian was totally unable to adapt to the loss of the buffalo, and therefore succumbed to a quick and relatively painless death on paradises called 'reservations' that the United States government set up for their final days.

Is it any wonder that until recently, I thought that George Custer was a great American hero?

Anyhoo, I could tell you many more stories about Mr. McCartwright, who ended up being reprimanded for attempting to force me into writing a major paper about a book called The Great Hoax, which was about how the Holocaust never happened; this, even though he was made aware that my grandmother wore an unwanted tattoo from her long years at Bergen Belsen, and my grandfather spent WWII in a Prisoner of War camp; or about how he married a student (her parents were happy about it, even though she was shy of 17), named Betsy McSlutterson (okay, okay, not her real name!); but that's not really what I want to talk about here, at this point, today.

Today, I'd like to be relevant.

So...the Superbowl, right? I hear they're playing it in DALLAS, this year! Dallas, Texas! Yeah, that's right! Dallas: it's not just for presidential assassinations anymore, right?! Hellz, no, dawg! Hope those teams from those places win, right? Can I get a what-what? By the way, happy fidddieth anniversary, JFK's Inaugural address! Address that changed America, right? Sorry Dallas killed you, JFK! Possibility and promise...shoot that bitch right in the head, what?! Hellz to the yeah! That was some old style shit; hope and change, no lie, GI! Do ya feel me?

So, speaking of fitness- oh, hell no! Segue much, Ex-Lax? How about that Jack Lalanne, right?He's dead! Dead as Kennedy! Guess all that fitness and shizz only paid off only for ninety-four years! Fo-nitey-fo! Guess he feels like a fool, what? Let's all go to Mickey D's and celebrate, right! That shit's on me, fo' sho! It's cheap, so I should buy it!

I heard that Camden, New Jersey, which has a crazy high crime rate, decided that the police department was not a top priority and laid off 44% of it's force and a good chunk of firefighters...has anyone been following what's going on south of the border, about what's up down Mexico way? Drug cartels and death, that's what's up! Lawless chaos and scared citizens, wondering how it can get any worse! Maybe instead of making sure we get rid of 'sanctuary states' and making sure registered voters have picture ID, we might look at finding ways to fund basic safety and security essentials...other than just firing a bunch of people. Do I smell administrative mismanagement and overspending? Ah, yes, I always do! http://www.recordnet.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20110123/A_NEWS0801/101230309/-1/NEWSMAP

And talkin' 'bout relevance...how 'bout that news I watched today on the teevee? Now that's some relevant shit, right? Less see...Oprah's got a sister! OMG! Who knew? I did not know that! Thank you, news on teevee! And that's not all! Gabby Giffords is continuing to slowly improve! Since all signs have pointed towards her very fortunate betterment, and I have been continuously bombarded by information regarding her every progressive twitch, I must say, I am shocked by her...predicted progress! The other day, the TV news preempted regularly scheduled programming to show an ambulance moving her from one hospital to another - LIVE! Oooooeeee! That's riveting!

And speaking of predictions...it's going to be cold this winter, with snow, and ice! BRRRR! Let's talk about it some more, shall we? Get this! On the news the other day, I learned that the Octamom, a misnomer fo' sho', since she actually has 14 kids....is broke! I did not see that coming! Also, if you deep fry healthy foods in lard and fat... they lose their health benefits and actually cause you to increase calories, and therefore gain weight! So that's what's up with your unforeseen obesity, lard ass! Thanks, teevee! I did not realize that! And it's flu season! I forgot, even though it happens at this same time every year! I wondered why all around me kids at school were turning pale and puking on their desks! Whoopsie! Wash those hands, boys and girls, and quit coughing with your dirty mouth aimed right at me, biyotch! Sneeze in my eye again and I Will Cut You!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, did I tell you I went on vacation? I did, and it was so relaxing...

Kisses!

AVR

P.S. Here's something else I know: yellow fever causes black vomiting. It's not the scarlet death, but still, what exciting color combinations!

P.P.S. In case you were wondering, I don't have TB. Whew! Close one! Now about the syph...

Just kidding! All clear!

Saddle Up, Sucker!

After writing that last post, I had a mighty strong hankerin' to do two things: finish telling you about the trip I took last summer to the great state of South Dakota, and stand on the corner of a busy street and scream,with the joyful abandon of a drunken banshee, a certain word that will remain untyped in this post. Can you guess what it is? Go on...guess! Perhaps you could if you had something to lubricate your mind a bit, massage the old membrane, if you will... not that membrane and not that kind of massage, Ass Nasty! I'm speaking, of course, of a drink, a restorative beverage, a rum drink perhaps, a rum cocktail, a cockrum, a ...uh-oh! I almost wrote it! I was so close! Must not write the word! Must be careful!

Anyway, I forgot where I left off in the tales of my travel and the saga of McAdams and her quest to avoid human contact and 50's music. She doesn't like people, generally, though she is fond of bears, and she is unreasonably afraid of any music that even approaches doo-wap, as she believes those smooth soul stylings are harbingers of doom. Other than these and a few other idiosyncrasies, she is the perfect traveling companion.

OK, so I told you about Mount Rushmore (boo!) and The Crazy Horse Memorial (yay!), Keystone and the shacklet, Porter Sculpture Park and the 1880's train. That brings us, without further doodoo, to Deadwood! Yay! FINALLY!

Like all things that get an unnecessarily long introduction, are much anticipated, and over-hyped, Deadwood itself was kind of a letdown.
The historic part of Deadwood is mostly torn down, burned up, or remodeled, nowadays. The area was severely economically depressed until 1989 when gambling was legalized, and the gaming industry gave the city a much needed financial shot in the arm. Unfortunately, now Deadwood is filled with casinos that are dimly lit and tacky, like I imagine all of Reno to be. I don't know why, I just do. The HBO series also did much to generate interest and tourism to the city, so there are a lot of cheesy souvenir stores and uninspired eateries, including one that is owned by Kevin Costner that is crammed with memorabilia from his movies. That was kind of weird. Deadwood is a little out of the way, because it was bypassed by I-90, and I found its sister city, Lead, to be more interesting and charming. Even the famous whorehouses are gone, the victims of a big raid in 1980. The last one to close was called "Pam's Purple Door." There's some trivia for ya! After some industrious sleuthing, I did happen to spot a sinful roundheel strumpet plying her wares in front of a "slot house"...

If modern Deadwood lacks a bit to be desired, its history is still fascinating, and we loved the tiny Adams Museum - no relation to Mc- which had artifacts like chairs, scissors, hardware, blankets and old, yellowing ledgers behind ropes or under glass.

Here is a brief account of the city of Deadwood:

Deadwood Gulch, as it was originally known, was so named because it had a bunch of dead trees in a gulch. (What exactly were you expecting?!) It was an illegal settlement, because due to the Treaty of Fort Laramie in 1868, it was part of the Black Hills territory ceded in perpetuity to the Lakota Sioux, and early on, the government sent troops to several forts to keep people from entering the Hills.

The Black Hills are magnificent and rich in minerals and resources, and settlers took notice and sneaked in to exploit them, despite the military presence. By 1873, the U.S. government began trying to buy the land back from the Sioux to open it for mining. In 1874, the coc - the conquered commander George Armstrong Custer was sent to investigate rumors of gold, which instigated the rush.

(A word here about Custer... I don't like him. After barely graduating at the bottom of his class at Westpoint in 1861, he was known for not obeying rules and playing assholey practical jokes on his fellow soldiers - just the kind of guy you'd like to serve next to in a combat situation, right? He excelled in self-promotion, travelling with a 16 piece band, a small group of journalists, and dressing up in stupid costumes, like buckskins and boots. He wore his blonde, flowing hair down and loose, like an 1800's Jim Morrison, and more than once his recklessness caused unnecessary danger to his troops. He was only made a general because of social promotion; his title was an honorarium from a high-ranking fan, and it was temporary. After the Civil War, his permanent rank was that of captain. He invented fancy-pants social events for his inner circle, which included young and dashing favored officers and his family members. This group was known as 'the royal circle' by resentful enlisted men.

He was sent to scout the Hills because he had already fought and won some battles against small bands of Sioux, when he was charged with protecting railroad interests. Prior to this, Custer had skirmished with the Cheyenne at the Battle of the Washita River, where he claimed to have killed 103 warriors. The Cheyenne estimated their own losses at 11 warriors and 19 women and children, plus Custer took 53 women and children prisoner, and shot most of their 500 plus ponies. Dick. Because he was arrogant, he assumed a quick and easy victory if he met up with the Sioux again.

Custer took about a thousand men into the Black Hills, and he took his time doing it. He hunted and shot a grizzly, hiked (but didn't scale -wuss!) Mt. [Me So] Harney, played a lot of baseball, and threw nightly champagne parties for the winning teams.

By the time Custer and his men encountered the tribes, tensions between the Indians and the U.S. government were running high, on account of constant treaty-breaking and continuing American advancement on Indian landed. The government decided that all remaining free Plains Indians be rounded up and "corralled." Instead of willingly reporting to designated areas, Sitting Bull gathered together the largest ever gathering of Cheyenne, Lakota, and Arapaho Indians at Little Big Horn River, to discuss what to do about the white devils that were destroying their way of life, stealing their land and murdering their people.

Custer had no idea what he was getting into. His famous last words were: "Hurrah, boys, we've got them! We'll finish them up and then go home to our station!" WRONG!!!)

Right. So back to Deadwood. In 1875, a miner found gold in Deadwood Gulch, and it was on like Donkey Kong. In no time a-tall, the population of the still-on-the-DL town reached an estimated 5,000. In 1876, Charlie Utter and his brother Sam rode up in a covered wagon train filled with prostitutes and gamblers. That same year Wild Bill Hickok (Hickok-sucker?) was shot in the back of the head in the Number 10 Saloon, and shortly after that Calamity Jane began making up rumors that she had been romantically involved with the famous marksman, though by all accounts he was said to have found her somewhat repugnant. Al Swearengen (I admit, I just said it, LOUDLY, but I didn't write it, so it doesn't count!) opened up the Gem Variety Theater in 1877 and quickly cornered the opium trade. The Homestake Mine, the largest and most profitable in the area, thrived, and Sheriff Seth Bullock kept order, if not law, in town. 1878 saw the first telephone exchange in Deadwood. In 1879 a fire almost destroyed the town (this would happen three more times, the last being in the 1950's), by 1880 there was a Chinatown, and in 1883 Deadwood was almost wiped out by a flood. In 1890, the railroad pushed through the Black Hills.

I know all of this stuff is true because I read two books, a bunch of pamphlets, and consulted the Internet.

The coolest part of Deadwood is Mt. Moriah, the cemetery, which was created between 1877 and 1878. You can see famous graves like these:

You can see less famous graves like this:
Ms. DuFran was the most profitable madam in Deadwood, and also had brothels in Belle Fourche and Rapid City. The one in Belle Fourche was called "Diddlin Dora's" and was advertised as "Three D's - Dining, Drinking and Dancing - A Place Where you Can Bring Your Mother!", which is especially convenient if your mother is Elliot Spitzer, Jimmy Swaggart, or Hugh Grant. Calamity Jane worked for Dora DuFran as an occassional cook and maid, and it was from Diddlin' Dora's that Jane went off on her final bender. The little devil planter in the corner of the photo is one of four, that represent Dora's four business establishments. Also buried at Mt. Moriah is Dora DuFran's beloved husband and her pet parrot, Fred.

Mt. Moriah has a big section for children, many of whom died in epidemics, one headstone for an unidentified Chinese man, and a large Jewish section.

All right, my precious co- umm, concubines, that's about it for Deadwood. My fingers are tired and my mind's half worn from thinkin', so I hope you're satisfied, coc- Caucasians and other racial groups who read this blog. I'm out! Signing off from Deadwood,

Your COurageous Correspondent, Queen of the DaKotas...

So long for now, SUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!

Weekend Updates

Really, SNL, are you going to use my superclever made-up word as the crux of your "aflockumentary" skit without giving me credit! How can you sleep at night? You ought to be ashamed of yourselves! I blame Lorne Michaels, who I once saw in New York. I had been drinking rather liberally, shall we say, and I walked right up to him and said, "Hey! Hey, Lorne Michaels, creator of the long-running and ground-breaking late-night tv sensation Saturday Night Live! Hey! I just gotta ask you - How ya doin', Lorne Michaels?" He completely ignored me, as if I was just some drunk stranger, some slurring, swaying cray-cray, intent on starting a long, rambling conversation about absolutely nothing with him. As if he didn't have time for that kind of thing! Rude, Lorne! He acted like he didn't recognize me then, just like he is pretending not to recognize my work right now!

You will pay, Lorne Michaels and entire cast and crew of Saturday Night Live! Plagiarism is a crime! I will not be wronged by the corpocracy of the National Broadcasting Company or any of it's powerful affiliates, like Halliburton and the makers of Peeps marshmallow animals (have you noticed how they are now ubiquitous at every holiday, instead of just Easter? They don't know their place, and they're taking over, I tell you!) I will have justice! Prepare for an epic lawsuit, you bastards!*

In real news, I spoke to McAdams. Her school re-opened on Friday, and while she was apprehensive about returning, she had some good things to report. In a show of support for the school and its administration, almost 100% of the student body showed up for classes. They arrived early, wearing their school spirit shirts, or dressed in red, their school color. The students waited outside until the bell rang, and then together, as one group, they crossed the threshold and entered the building. Other schools sent pictures and videos of their students wearing red, or holding signs that said "We are Millard South." Local businesses donated food and flowers. Substitute teachers from the surrounding districts volunteered to cover classes so that teachers from Millard South could attend the funeral services of Vicki Kaspar, the assistant principal who was killed. People were kind and gentle with each other, and there was a spirit of healing and fellowship in the halls. I am so glad that on the heels of tragedy, McAdams and her colleagues and students were able to have a life-affirming experience. Of course, things are nowhere near normal, and the repercussions of this tragedy will be felt for years to come, but it's nice to know that after one person acted in a way that was so selfish and unfeeling, hundreds of people are responding with empathy and communal goodwill.

My friend Smurp hipped me to this great interview from W. Earl Brown, who played Dan on Deadwood. Fans, you'll love this: http://www.avclub.com/articles/w-earl-brown,49370/ . If you don't want to read it all, here's a bad news/good news summary of what's going on Deadwood and beyond: BAD NEWS- The much anticipated and oft-dreamed of movie finale of Deadwood is nothin' but a fond, fruitless fantasy. Since the show hasn't been on the air since 2006, you probably figured that. I was still clinging to hope, because that's how I am, but now it's official - I have been DENIED!

GOOD NEWS- A new Milch series is coming up this year! It's about horse racing and has an all star cast, led by...wait for it...Dustin Hoffman, Nick Nolte and Richard Kind, who you might now from Curb Your Enthusiasm. It's in post-production at HBO as we speak!

So, yay! I'll drink to that, cocksucker!**

*Full disclosure - I stole the Aflocalypse thing from an article I saw in a newspaper story on the Internet. And, as far as I know, NBC is not in anyway affiliated with Halliburton or Peeps. Curse my unwavering honesty and commitment to journalistic integrity!

** I can't help it! It's like he has some Svengali-like hold on me! Swearingen makes me swear in general, even when it's not appropriate, shit-sticks! Doh! I did it again! For fuck's sake, make it stop!

Sandtastic!

I am a total sucker for things like this!

Kisenya Simonova

Aflockalypse Now

If I get killed by a dead bird plummeting from the Arkansas heavens in the dead of night, suspect fowl play.

Get it?

http://www.google.com/hostednews/afp/article/ALeqM5i8q2JVlmPaCK7bKZcBbUQhmwwieg?docId=CNG.e83fdace708a2d6c4a7b95b21e5ed3a6.3a1

P.S. They say it is fireworks that caused the birds to suddenly take flight in the dead of night. I wonder when birds learned to expect the 4th of July. Can someone say "government-chupacabra-area 51-like-hell-they-walked-on-the-moon-it-wasn't-Oswald-alien-Hussein-Obama-there-is-no-global-warming-conspiracy time?"

Not again!

I got this email from McAdams, who teaches in Nebraska, this evening: "Survived my first shooting today. Both of my principals were shot in the main office. Both in critical condition. The shooter was a senior. He committed suicide."

At this posting, one of the victims has died. McAdams described her as "..nice to everybody, a real grandmotherly type."

McAdams is fine, and I am so grateful I want to cry.

My local news didn't mention the incident, but instead led with the fact that a regional chain store was going to offer its merchandise online.

The student, the son of a police detective, was apparently angry because he was suspended earlier in the day for an infraction of school policy. I forgot what McAdams said it was, but I thought the suspension was reasonable. ABC news reported: In a rambling Facebook post filled with expletives, Butler warned Wednesday that people would hear about the "evil" things he did and said the school drove him to violence.

He wrote that the Omaha school was worse than his previous one, and that the new city had changed him. He apologized and said he wanted people to remember him for who he was before affecting "the lives of the families I ruined." The post ended with "goodbye."

Now is not the time for preaching...but I can't help myself.

1. When you care about people, or when they make your load a bit lighter, or if they do you some small kindness, you should let them know. I heard about this man who decided to write a thank you card every day to someone he wanted to recognize and acknowledge. I thought it was a nice idea, but a little over the top and hokey. I think I am going to do it, too. I mean really, how many times do I have to learn and forget the same lesson? Life is unpredictable and short. Our greatest gifts are the relationships and connections we are lucky enough to enjoy, and we should cultivate and nurture them.

2. In order to save money, many school districts are cutting teachers and increasing class size, even in elementary school. Vote no and protest vigorously against any law that forces students to have less contact with competent, concerned adults. A kid is at school for the majority of every day. If that time is wasted, we may never get it back. Teachers cannot bond with 10 classes of up to 40 kids each, and this sort of action is harmful to everyone involved.

3. Please remember that even though there are some bad teachers and administrators, most people who devote their lives to education want to be good, and they try, even when they really don't feel like it.

4. We must guard against becoming desensitized by bad news or the feeling that we are being overwhelmed and always strive to make things better. Do good, and don't give up.

To my friends who read this blog:

Dear Friends,

This is my first post of the new year, and I think it is fitting that it concludes with this thank you note.

Thank you for taking time out of your day to get to know me better than you already do. Some of you have been my friends since I was a kid; some have known me all my life. For you to still be interested in my thoughts, feelings, and bullshit rantings is so touching; I can't tell you how much it really means to me. You make me feel special and smart. It's everything to know that you care.

Thank you for your comments. I read them all. Twice, at least.

Thank you to those of you who are new, or who I don't see often, for keeping up with me, even though I am not on Facebook.

I love writing this blog; it makes me feel better, and I like having a record of my thoughts. Still, I think if it weren't for those of you who I know read it, I don't think I would keep it up, and that would be a shame, because I learn so much from it. So thanks again.

I wish you all happiness, health, hope, growth and opportunity in 2011 and beyond. I really love you, and you know who you are - and you know I know, too!

Take care of yourselves.

Love,

Me