Sage has some great photos. He’s a person who does. Unlike those of us who take a million pictures of the beach. The Boat Basin at Riverside Park has new lights. There are entire new parks on the river.
But whenever I go, I get into walking or socializing and forget to take pictures.
I’m allowed to blog because it’s Saturday. My blog. My rules to be broken.
I am focusing on my book–when I can focus. I don’t want my obit to say: She had so much potential but she wasn’t organized and had ADD. I don’t want to go on meds for it. When I move I want to get health insurance without hearing about pre-existing conditions. If you get help, insurance companies hold it against you. If you don’t get help they say the condition existed and you neglected it.
It has been suggested that I move into a tank for the duration of the book. That’s very appealing to me, especially if it overlooks an ocean. I would put a paypal donation thing but that’s so not me. I could ask for people to design one, but I wouldn’t trust any design by anybody I know. Especially if it involves confined spaces and re-circulated air. Even more if it involves electricity. And I don’t want to think about electricity and water
Not to speak well of myself or anything but people that I respect are enraptured with my book. Yes, I said that and will post this!
One friend, one very important one called and said “I didn’t know you were were writing a porn novel” As I have said it’s very different than anything I have written here. Then he said it was a brilliant book.
It’s not a novel though my life can read like one. Fortunately same person who called is my Freymeter. He likes that I lived enough in my first 40 years for two memoirs.
He hasn’t even read the parts about him but he knows I take the blame. We both do. We’re cute that way. “No, you were good, really. It was me. I was an idiot.” “No, I was.” I don’t write such stuff in the book. It wouldn’t sound like real conversation. But when I had a landline I would, uh, sometimes tape our calls. For the record. Because….read the damn book. Help me understand that I have possibly been offered some opportunities in the past couple of weeks. Help me learn how to number chapters properly.
It is a coming of age book about a Jewish girl from Long Island. That sounds so cliched. I don’t do cliches. I’m dying to put in a sample chapter but I shall restrain myself.
I’m just writing this to shame myself into working. I need deadlines. After throwing out three complete, almost, books, motivation doesn’t come as quickly and easily as it had been coming. I need the sound of dollar bills–many dollar bills.
Every building is try to comply with local order 11-A. I believe it’s the one where buildings have to fix all the bricks so that they don’t fall down and kill people. My building has two different construction projects going on at once. Then other buildings have construction projects.
I think I’m supposed to force my building to encase my AC’s in something so that the dust doesn’t go into the chassis’s. I think that this is a bigger problem than I think it is.
I gave away all the BE credits I can for awhile
I’m so jealous of people who can actually take posts and make them into a book. I can think of a few other people who could if they would. But I’m not into naming names. You know who you are.
I keep seeing the name Ron Paul being bandied about. A true Libertarien would believe in a woman’s right to chose. He keeps bringing up one late term abortion that he witnessed. That wouldn’t happen today. A two point five pound fetus would be a viable baby now. Unless it was lacking vital organs that wouldn’t allow it to live. Or had to be removed, for the health of the mother, and wasn’t viable at all.
As a woman who was around before Roe I feel strongly about this. Do women feel that abortion is a non-issue? If they do, I feel that my generation has failed, or maybe younger women have just refused to listen or to understand that without the options available today many women would be forced into making choices they would rather not make.
The decision to terminate a pregnancy or not isn’t an easy one, nor should it be really. But if it’s a legal decision there are more healthy options. Don’t make back room abortions a thing of the future.
Yes, the past seven years have been disgraceful. That shouldn’t make us forget the rest. I speak as an adoptee, a woman who had a too thought out abortion, and a woman who began to believe this country was no longer a democracy in November 2000.
Then I woke up one morning to hear the radio announcer tell people to put on their TV’s. I blindly did that. My city has never been the same. Everything that followed 9/11 was a farce and sicker than sick.
Just because we have a president who is still rebelling against his own father doesn’t mean we have to change our beliefs, and the values that are important to so many of us.
Now I’m really going into hiding. I don’t want to be a blogger who blogs about her book in the works incessantly. And you want me to get it published because so many of you are going to be mentioned.
I was going to take this post down because I really don’t enjoy posting about politics, and got everything that I needed to say out, and don’t expect to influence other people, but it was pingbacked and I don’t know the etiquette on that. So I made this into a gigantic, around the world with Pia post.
Here is an interesting article on a pedophile with a blog.
Should people be allowed to post sexual pictures of children on the Internet? How do you define sexuality in pictures of children? There’s blatant sexuality and there’s “pretty baby.” Do we not take pictures of children if they look at flowers with a “certain smile?”
Jesse Friedman was convicted of pedophilia and spent thirteen years in prison despite the lack of any physical evidence. His father who might have been able to exonerate him but killed himself conducted computer classes in their house in Great Neck.
The conviction was based on what children said after being hypnotized. Is recovered memory syndrome real? I forget how long the courses were but parents dropped their kids off and returned within hours. There didn’t seem to be time to unclothe children, rape them, clothe them–not one shred of physical evidence was found.
Children who are abused tend to exhibit set physical and mental characteristics. Not one child did. This happened in the late 80′s. Etan Patz went missing in 1979, and children forever after that were taught to tell if people tried to touch them inappropriately. It was argued that Arnold Friedman threatened them if they told, but again no child exhibited emotional signs. There was no DNA evidence, no torn hymens and other physical signs Several children recanted their testimony.
Do we convict possible pedophiles first and worry later?
I hope this is a country where people learn to rationally discuss issues and not convict without a hearing, but I have seen too many otherwise rational people become hysterical on this subject.
For very personal reasons I feel strongly about Jesse Friedman. Because I could never understand the lack of evidence but was forced to be unbiased. That’s when I knew I couldn’t be a reporter.
However I have a warped sense of humor and picturing in my head, the hysterical Great Neck parents makes me both laugh and cry.
This was in the 80′s. The parents were as hyper involved as parents are today. Nassau County in the late 60′s early 70′s when uh a certain book takes place was a hot bed of over involved parents. I sometimes wish my father was alive today just so that he could see he really did lead a parade.
JAP (Jewish American Prindess) jokes began earlier in the 60′s. Here’s one truly stupid one: What does a JAP do when the light in her apartment goes off? Call daddy so he can he call her super. Sometimes I wish I had let my father be so involved. But then I wouldn’t have good stories.
On a completely different subject, I just ventured into blogland and read the nastiest writing blog I have ever read. Yes I am cured of blogging reading addiction. Instead of being angry, I felt sorry for a person who would tell people to stop writing as he continues to waste words. Anybody who has the nerve to tell people not to back up deserves a life made of sheer misery. He thinks people should continually start over. If I start over one more time, the tank will have to have pads so I can do whatever people do in padded rooms.
Oh yes I do feel better and will continue to back up until doomsday and beyond. One of my biggest problems was reading too much about writing. I began to listen to people who said that there are too many writers and almost none have any talent. I would freeze reading these things.
Just to piss off a man who thinks only he should write, not that I have ever heard his name, and I do read, I will continue. Also so many bloggers and other people believe in me. That made me freeze also. I wondered what would happen if I failed. The question is really what would you attempt to do if you knew you couldn’t fail I have a metal plaque that says that.
Why do people feel so sure of themselves that they can tell other people what not to do? Or do they know that they’re really miserable talentless assholes who would probably become serial killers if they didn’t have blogging as an outlet? Maybe this way they are bettering society.