J R Fibonacci Hunn Ok. Imagine that there are countries and that there are a lot of people talking about dying for their country and killing for their country. Imagine a bunch of first world socialists taking for granted the sacrifice of their armed forces and the advantages of themselves happening to live within the jurisdiction of the world’s dominant military superpower. Imagine lots of people being ashamed about it and shaming other people about all the “undeserved” benefits of being the imperial power.
In most of the world, the average INCOME might be $8,000 per year, right? In the US the average HANDOUT might be $8,000 per year.
I am making up these numbers, but it is strange how the spoiled socialists in an imperial superpower…
My heart has been aching lately with a deep, raw, angry throb. No matter how hard I try to force the cloud away, it lingers, ever persistent, ever abiding. So, I do what I always do, I turn to the ones that Stand By Me. I let his voice caress my soul into peace. I have to have my shot, I’m a John Junkie. I recently rebuilt the shrine, hope you like it. I know I do. I made a friend along the way, and am even more thankful for the togetherness my guys bring in my interactions with others.
So, not all of their music was all Yeah, Yeah, Yeah moptops or Power to the People sit-ins. Some of it was very serious, and drive a point I’m trying to figure out straight through me. As Paul is crooning to me, when I find myself in times of trouble, Let It Be. When some people would say WWJD, I interpret it as What Would John Do? I know, that’s “blasphemous”, but hey, they wanted to start a Revolution, now didn’t they? They did, ya know, and I am too.
John says “I think that’s rather grand!” (I’m listening to Pandora for the record, that wasn’t my private playlist as background music.)
You see, from my youngest days of BeatleMania, I listened to interviews with them, watched their movies, I drank in Lennon/McCartney liner notes and endless memorabilia like other women suck up erotica. I’ve read Lennon’s biography in more ways than I can count, and have followed the lore of backward masking, my ears and mind trying to match up with the feelings evoked in the sounds and voices that assaulted me. I’ve unraveled clues and twists and turns and clever witticisms and tie ins between songs and lyrics and movies.
My kids know all about the symbolisms of the Abbey Road cover and how it correlates to the Magical Mystery Tour. Ironically, my ex-husband once felt it was clever to get a petty revenge on me by paying for professional pictures of him, his ex girlfriend, and my oldest children posing as that immortal album cover. Brilliant, isn’t he? *eye roll* Even more ironically, is that the very focus of my hurt. That level of disrespect for me by others, when all I’m trying to do is Imagine a world where I’m less Lady Madonna and more Lucy.
Finally, I have someone in my life that treats me the way I treat them, and Maybe I’m Amazed by that. It’s unbelievably comforting to have someone who is ok with me being Mother Nature’s Child, and is fine with it when I picture myself on a boat on a river, or visit Pepperland. When my soul needs to commune with something larger than me, he doesn’t mind when I bow at the alter of John, Paul, George, and Ringo. In fact, he doesn’t even mind the fact that I’ve turned the garret of our home into a mini Beatles Museum, greeted by a 4 1/2 ft tapestry of John at the top of the stairs.I’ll shine on, I know, because as always I’ll get by with a little help from my friends. I’ll keep looking at things through a Glass Onion, and try to abate my desire for Instant Karma. Because, someday, there’ll be Strawberry Fields Forever, and When I’m 64, I have a strong hunch, Yesterday will show that I took a sad song and made it better.
So, without further ado, The Shrine
Also, my apologies for the randomness in this post, but In My Life, I love you more. And these memories lose their meaning when I think of love as something new. I know I’ll often stop and think about them, but I’ll be carrying Maxwell’s Silver Hammer, and when all is Helter Skelter, I got to admit It’s Getting Better All The Time, and when it’s my darkest hour, Here Comes the Sun.
HOLLYWOOD, CA–Little Bunny Foo Foo is undergoing anger management therapy through an employee assistance program. He has been accused of harassing several employees of Blue Fairy’s Magical Shared Services, after what reportedly started out as a prank quickly got out of hand. In an effort to break the monotony of the workplace one afternoon, Mr. Foo Foo started hopping past cubicles and surprising unsuspecting coworkers. When several of them complained, Mr. Foo Foo bopped them on the head.
Every once in a while, we meet someone we instantly connect with in a deeply profound way. This happened when the lovely Kirsten Maloney walked in my ill fated book store in Lafayette, IN this spring. Over coffee we discussed books, art, and the trials and tribulations of single motherhood. During our chat, I mentioned my adoration of a certain sister of He-Man. A few days later she popped in with a colored pencil sketch of my favorite superhero. She had free handed her in an afternoon to cheer me up. Since, I have become the proud possessor of several of her pieces, and they are scattered around my tiny country cottage I’ve retreated to after the misery of that city. Kirsten was a rare gem of beauty in a town I grew to find ugly. Please, browse her fine art, and support this amazing artist, who is also a teacher and a single mom of 4 awesome boys. I am honored she is my friend, and completely in awe of her ability to create such beautiful pictures.
The last book I finished was “Succubus Blues” by Richelle Mead. A very good friend of mine gave it to me, hoping it would help me chill out a bit. It was fantastic! From the first sentence I was hooked. Sometimes a book can steal you away from the real world and suck you instantly into its own. It’s the original teleportation device, ya know? Well, I can honestly say Ms. Mead is a linguistic miracle worker. My friend had given me the PERFECT book.
The story line is smart, quick-witted, and sarcastic; the plot revolves around magic and words, two of my favorite subjects. The heroine is a succubus! I love that angle. I laughed, I cried, and I got downright emotionally invested in her. I instantly connected with her, and wanted her to have her happy ending. I also truly connected with another major player in the novel. The writer. Richelle Mead put to paper the way I feel when I write, and how I feel others perceive me during my fits of literary passion.
There wasn’t a moment in the entire book that I wasn’t completely enthralled. I would emphatically recommend this to a friend or anyone else, for that matter. I simply couldn’t put it down. I thank you, MK, for giving my brain the break it needed by introducing me to this amazing author. Seriously, buy this book, and guess what y’all? I’m a book dealer, so, I’ve got ya covered!
These are kids from Kinderstep Daycare, in East Prairie, MO. They are smiling because they just got a donation of many books from Give a Kid a Book, a book giving program I am trying to get started. It is my firm belief that a child’s life can be forever altered by books still, and I’ve made it my personal mission to put a book into the hands of every kid I can. I am a perfect example of what can happen when you Give a Kid a Book. Throughout my childhood, I was given reading material from all genres and ideologies. This has instilled a never ending curiosity in me that grows each day, instead of falling into the recesses of memory as curiosity does with many people. I think this is awesome, because I learn something new daily, and life is never boring when you are learning!
The awesome ladies at Kinderstep have a natural easiness about them, that makes kids LOVE to learn with them. They do all the basics for pre-k as well as arts and crafts, and summer classes for the older kids. My own youngest daughters spent quite a bit of time there a few years back. I was able to work each day safe in the knowledge that my girls were not only being watched well, but learning something new each day. They were always excited when I picked them up, chattering away about the things they’d done. I think this should be the future of teaching. Less state minimum testing and more passion for learning, taught only by those with a passion for teaching and instilling that love of learning in the next generation.
So, I’d like to ask you to remember to Give a Kid a Book! It’s easy, all you have to do is comment the name, age, school and what that child is interested, and I’ll make sure they randomly receive a book from me throughout their school career. 🙂 Also, preschools and daycares may be submitted, as well as after school programs, adult education centers, rehabs, shelters, and jails and prisons. You may wonder why I include the adult programs, and my answer is this: It’s never too late to fall into a story, and find your own! Reading is timeless, and cares not your age or ability, only that you read.
I titled this “Instant Karma” because for me, the smiles on the staff and kids’ faces at Kinderstep are for me, what makes this world revolve. People sharing and caring. I know they will have many years of good use from the teaching materials and story books they received, and that lets me know there is a little more hope for our future as a whole, because now the amazing staff has more to work with! Thank you once again, Mr. Mark Williams, for notifying me of the hundreds of texts books, story books, and classroom materials that were about to be shredded for recycling, allowing me a chance to rescue them! You are always a hero in my book!