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Visiting with the Dearly Departed

2009-10-23T18:53:00.000-12:00

I know it's getting near the Celtic New Year, when I start having vivid dreams of my parents. I had such a wonderful visit with them. In my dreams, I went to visit them in Florida. They lived in a modest, suburban style house. The visit was mostly with my mother, who was beautiful, but wasting. She said she was living with lung cancer, and had 6 months to live. Jess was there too, and was so happy to see his grandmother. She was so happy to see him. Jess was about 10. I said to my Dad, who was living happily with my mother that we could move down to Florida. He didn't really like the idea. I went to the basement, and there was a studio apartment, but a woman with a bouffant hairdo was living there..but she was sort of transparent, not as vivid as Phil and Terry. Who was she? Was she a part of Beverly? Was she my Aunt Gini? She seemed like she was living there only partially, perhaps in a parallel universe.. I told Jess I would have to pursuade Grandpa to let us come stay. It was so beautiful to see them, since they're so gone..They were in their thirties or forties, and looked vibrant..alive..My mother is gone almost 30 years..My sister sent a picture of them playing makeup sillyness..I think my sis had made Mom up to look like a clown..they loved each other so much..Mutt and Jeff..

Long Island Goddesses

2009-04-26T13:28:00.003-12:00

My cousin Bruce and I went out to visit our cousin Linda out on Long Island, Lindenhurst to be exact. When I was a young girl,I thought that they named the town after my beautiful black haired cousin. I idolized Linda, who was two years older than me. Our moms were housewives, and we did a lot of visiting in the summer, especially. I would go out to that house with my mother and my sister in tow, to visit Aunt Betty, Uncle Davy, Kevin and the twins. It was prototypical 50s and 60s suburbia, created by the GI Bill, a lot of fast building on hastily converted farmland. We lived in a "development" out near Riverhead, while my cousins lived in the more civilized South Shore. We spent days at the beaches, clamming at low tide and running down sand dunes. On our way to and from the beaches, bare feet still dragging sand, sitting on the back seat of the giant old black Buick my Uncle Red gave to my mother when he and Aunt Ann moved to 33rd and 3rd and didn't need a car any more, eating sandwiches with lettuce and tuna and sand and laughing at everything, we would pass the Pilgrim State mental hospital, the home of many a late nite ghost story.
My cousins Susan and Linda were twins. Susan was the quiet one, and Linda was the Alpha twin, smoking first, dancing first, kissing boys first, going out to the scrub pine to drink beer first. Linda put on makeup and teased her hair. Linda argued with her parents,while Susan tried to stay out of trouble. Kevin blissfully avoided all this teenager stuff by being sporty.
Nowadays, Susan is married, with the same guy since highschool. Her oldest daughter just had a girl, so she is a grandmother. Kevin was a year younger than me, three years younger than his sisters, and was good at math, so he became a stock broker, living the good life until a crash crashed him. We lived in a working class paradise. Vincent, Kevin's best friend, and soap box car racer, the kid across the street, became the town constable of one of the tonier beach towns on the South Fork. Linda married three guys in succession, working in real estate and at a biological testing lab along the way
I went to college far far far away, and became a singer and songwriter and a drunk, far away from the Suffolk County of my girl scout childhood.
My mother and Aunt Betty are both gone, ghosts in this Celtic drama, (we are for better or worse, an Irish American family, mostly) lost to cigarettes, and in my mother's case a measure of booze, and prescription drugs. Mom lived to 50, Aunt Betty live longer than any of her siblings to the ripe old age of 55. Their brother Jim, who had moved out to Long Island, after marrying my mother's best friend Mary, from beauty school in Brooklyn, won the award for dying youngest at 38, and Claire Ann and Kitty died at 51 and 43 respectively...

Alone, again, naturally

2009-04-26T01:11:00.002-12:00

I've got a lot of time on my hands now. It's an oddly luxurious feeling. I don't have a job, and have a hearing coming up in order to reinstate me as a new york city teacher. somehow, tho' i feel that the divine hand of god was there to give me this time and space to myself. i don't know if i've used it wisely. i've written a lot, done a film treatment, done some blogging, promoted my band with facebook, developed crushes on (and gotten over) two people. I've sung with 4, no five bands, and still haven't recorded anything. , which will be a strong way of maintaining my independence indefinately. I should go on the road to film with Shari. , now that we've skipped over spring and have bungie jumped right into summer...My son is in his own world, and I don't see him for days at a time. I have empty nest syndrome, with not quite an empty nest. Maybe I should just move, while he's not looking, and put everything into storage. That would be nice., so that I could go on the road..

Tuesday nites at the Sapphire Lounge

2009-04-15T06:31:00.004-12:00

I don't live in NYC because of the glamour or hipness. I've got enough internal hipness to last me through a few lifetimes in Hershey PA, or Cleveland Ohio. The reason I live in NY is so that I can sing with great musicians. They are here, like diamonds in South Africa. They're not easy to find, but they are here..I'm working with Roger Bartlett,who spent his youth working with Jimmy Buffett. Now Buffett makes $60,000 per show at the White House, and Roger is scrambling after a divorce left him stunned. I get to sing with Jimmy Satten, who was the guitarist for Mary Wells, my favorite Motown Diva. He can play "2 Lovers" even when noone else knows the tunes. I get to sing with Roderick Kohn who's trying to pick up the pieces after the death of his band leader, Buddy Miles, and a bike accident which left him with about 3 unbroken ribs. I think we music makers are a little like whalers in the North Sea,, who have no life insurance, little property and a daily brush with death. I stopped drinking and carrying on 20 years ago, so I only have to deal with the aftermath of the high life, the bad liver, and bogus music contracts. Anyway, the one beautiful thing that I do get to do is to sing with all these wonderful people on Tuesday nites, when we record the show for local cable. My cousin Pete, who was in the original Beatlemania and I do a piece called Channeling John Lennon, where we summon the spirit of our dearly departed Celtic brother bard, and ask for suggestions and opinions. In the last channeling sessions, we found that he needed Yoko Ono to heal the wounds of his life, and to inspire him. We found that he thinks Larry Summers is a lousy financial advisor, and that Barack Obama needs Paul Krugman on his staff.. We found that being dead isn't completely without problems, he still works on his art. (or was I channeling my mother?) Anyway, we'ere at the Sapphire Lounge every Tuesday nite at 8pm 249 Eldridge Street..right off E. Houston, where my great great grandmother grew up...

How to LIve Beautifully (like a NY ARTIST) in Tough Times!!

2009-02-18T09:08:00.000-12:00

Looking for a job, any job, or almost any job

2009-02-18T08:08:00.002-12:00

Hello, I've got a bunch of blogs that I write just to keep from yelling at the TV screen.
Here are some titles:

AlzheimerDad.Blogspot.com
ChristianLefty.blogspot.com
JoyRyder.net
Delta88.blogspot.com

I've been an impoverished musician most of my life, and know what's going in in the poor/working class community. I could have told those idiots in the financial community that the morgage subprime lending practices were reminicent of the techniques used by Brooklyn loan sharks, and would come to a bad end.

I could have told those "Captains of Industry" and "Masters of the Universe" that when you send all the jobs overseas and when a nation brings in one dollar for every six it sends out, somethings gonna collapse.

Oh yeah, I've got a newly minted Masters of Science in Teaching, from Pace University, which I earned while a part of the NYC Teaching Fellows. I am now an unemployed school teacher.

I'd like to work for your outfit, as an associate editor.

Thanks, Joy Whelan

Johnny was a fireman- PTSD

2009-01-18T12:44:00.005-12:00

JOHNNY WAS A FIREMAN

they were running out as he was rollin in

rollin to the rescue on the 99th floor

but he was knockin on heaven's door

johnny was a fireman but he played guitar in the bullys band

down at cbgbs on a saturday nite

they loved to drink and fight

HE WAS YOUNG AND HE WAS PRETTY

A ROCK AND ROLL SON OF NY CITY

HE WAS TOUGH AND HE WAS GRITTY

THE ROCK AND ROLL SON OF NEW YORK, NY

never had no bigtime fame, but all the fans at cb's yeah, they knew their name'

Bullys were electric, yeah they rocked the show, and everybody had to go'

playing rock n' roll just to get some thrills

working in the day just to pay the bills

million dollar deals slipped thru their hands

so johnny was a fireman

ChoRUS

September morning, 9/11/01

A Five alarm sounded, calling every son

rolling to the rescue on the ninety ninth floor

but they're not there no more

What greater love lives in this land

Who would lose his life to save a fellow man? Just a punk musician from the Bully's band, cause Johnny was a fireman

He was young, and he was pretty the rock n' roll son of NY City

HE was tough and he was gritty, the rock n' roll son of New York, NY

Go Johnny go

Roll johnny roll

Go, go Johnny

Roll, roll johnny

go johnny go

TWo MINUTES OF HATE - A RANT

2009-01-17T07:47:00.000-12:00

file:///Users/Joy/Desktop/i%20hate%20rich%20peepo.rtfd/3197665796_22ba699c00.jpgI hate rich people. i hate their values, their pettiness. i hate their liposuction and their narcissism. i hate their lack of brains and refusal to look deeply into things. i hate their fish faces, their lacquered fingers, and their fat jewelery. I hate the men with big cars and little dicks trying to impress. I hate the skinny old ladies with bleached out hair and wind swept faces teetering on high heels.

I hate women who dump their kids for a boyfriend.

i hate their dumb empty faces

i hate their lack of compassion

I hate the lack of conversation

i hate the fat men who boss around empty women

i hate the women who chase rich men like vultures

I hate women who have plastic in their breasts and in their minds

i hate the kids who only care for clothes and trying to be popular

i hate the neighborhoods full of people whose minds are full of popcorn

i hate people who spend hours choosing wine and meats and organic vegetables with moral superiority

I hate housewives who do nothing all day and want to be considered interesting

I hate people who shop as a hobby

I hate people who ask if they look fat.

If you have to ask, you look fucked up.

i hate rich old women who buy young dick with their money

i hate rich ugly wrinkly men who buy young women from former communist countries

i hate american fags who go to brazil to pay to fuck kids for fun

i hate american straights who go to bangkok to pay to fuck kids for fun

I hate men who go to the phillipines to pay to fuck kids for fun

I hate third world men who sell their daughters

I hate third world men who sell their sons

i hate young russian women with cruel faces and designer pocketbooks

i hate old white men who buy young asian women and think that they are loved

i hate drunken white men who careen around in public

i hate women who try to poison their old husbands

i hate poor people who deify the rich

i hate poor people who will kill for a thousand dollars

I hate poor people who will kill for 40 bucks

i hate groupies who try to make friends of friends of rock stars

i hate gated communities

Some say eat the rich, I say they would be tasteless, tough beef jerky

Something you'd want to spit out.

Everybody's entitled to their 15 minutes of hate, Rod Harrod

ONe more Heartache

2008-12-26T18:12:00.000-12:00

I truly don't understand why I can still feel heartache at my age. I'm post puppy love, have been married and divorced, have raised a child, have had boyfriends, . . I found an old boyfriend who had been a major heartbreak in my twenties, apologized to him for my bad behavior, found out that he was on the latest of four bad marriages, but wants to make a go of it , but now instead of just retaining a distance, i've gone all romantic.. what a bitch. it's very ego killing to have a bad love affair late in life. when you're young, you figure you'll learn from your mistakes., but to let my guard down this late in life just makes me sick at myself, makes me feel like a fool...like Marvin Gaye once wrote

One more heartache baby, I can't take it now. my heart is carrying such a heavy load, one more ache could break it. just like the camel with the heavy pack one last straw broke the camels back . One more heartache, I can't take it now

One more heartache it would turn me right around. First you build my hopes up, then you let me down. Like a house that's built with toothpicks sittin up on a kitchen table, one last toothpick tore it down, the foundation was not able Oh, one more, one more heartache, I can't take it now., .

Jerry Agony RIP

2008-08-03T14:33:00.000-12:00

I don't know why some people just want to die young and beautiful. Jerry Agony was a teen rock star at CBGBs and Max's with the Contortions and Richard Hell...and then he just got sick from too much of everything and then he died. Two days ago..Never got to be old and 50. Joey Zero was so messed up, cause they were best buddies. Jerry's parents were so broken hearted...Felix Cabrera canceled a gig to go to his wake so that he could translate for his poor mother who just had this one son late in life..and then in her late 80s has to bury him.his father, so sweet, an elegant gentleman..just like Jerry

Uploading Berlin Pics

2008-07-28T01:53:00.001-12:00

Letter to a wannabe ExPat Man

2008-07-28T01:22:00.002-12:00

Dear expat Man,
I spent a long time outside the US, having been brainwashed by Henry miller, james Baldwin and anais nin, as a child growing up in flushing, Queens. The upshot of running away to Europe was that I was eclipsed in music by babes like cyndi lauper (who was cute but not beautiful), and Madonna, who sounded like connie francis and had dance steps right out of “introduction to Jazz 101”. Sure I hung out with exotic drag queens in berlin (most, I might add, are gone, due to their insisting on tricking with strangers they met along the ku’damm) Toured in now non-existent communist countries, and got to play punk rock (an unfortunate musical form for any vocalist choosing not to bellow) but what was the payoff? Do I own a house, like most people of the baby boom generation?? Nope. Do I have a retirement fund?? Nope, unless I marry someone and then kill them. Do I have a career? Yes, if you call playing old soul classics for drunken tourists in Greenwich village is a career. I say, screw expatriatism. Stay home. Marry for money, have babies, and save your traveling for your retirement days. Sincerely, Joy RYDER (the vanilla queen of soul).

Going to Berlin

2008-07-27T05:55:00.002-12:00

Well, Jess and I are finally gonna get on the Queen Mary and go to the other side of the Atlantic. It's a good time of the year, and I've lost my job..so no reason to scrap vacation plans..actually, time to EXTEND the holiday..since it might be one of the last times that Jess and I actually travel together..actually, I'd prefer to tour with him...on bass or guitar or with his whole band...I've got to figure how to upload a pic..on this thing..I love Blogger..

MY kid's baby pix

2007-07-21T04:34:00.000-12:00

Well, My son said he had no choice becoming a musician. i disagree, but here's an early pic w/ Will Roper The Sonic Specialist at Monongo Studion in Berlin....

Another shooting on Staten Island

2006-06-01T10:12:00.002-12:00

Man, this place is getting crazy. Three nights ago I heard a bunch of "pop, pop, pops" up the street. "Man, THIS TIME it's just fireworks.." I said to myself, I said. "The kids bought them for Memorial Day weekend, by mistake. They got mixed up maybe, and thought you shoot them off like you do on the Fourth of July." In my neighborhood with it's ever growing Indio, Ecquadorian and Hondorian population, some amount of cultural confusion would be understandable. I ignored the firecrackers, and went back to channel surfing; trying to decompress after a long weekend upstate with my ex, his girlfriend and their circle of maniac friends. I was clicking dumbly between Law and Order and some nonsense on Court TV. I was alone, having dropped Jess off to meet his girlfriend at the movies downtown in Tribeca. The next morning, at my son's school, where I was prepping for a 6th grade weekly drama class I teach (presently working on a cold reading of Act 1 Scene One of West Side Story, about a murder and gangs in 1950s Hell's Kitchen), I got a call from a friend who works at Child Protective Custody. "Did you hear about your friends?" She says, laughing..(Nini is on some mental pills, anti psychotics and stuff, so she has a tendency to blurt things out and laugh inappropriately..well, inappropriately to me, but she's funny, so I like her)
What friends?, sez I.
Those guys in the commune. That guy Jeff got shot.
Now, I know a lot of people in the commune. They kind of stand out, since they are the only other white folks in the neighborhood except for Mrs. Adams, and she's an octogenarian shut in, and Jackie and Bill across the street, who are old hippies trying to keep the neighborhood a Sesame Street ethnic mosaic. Oh yeah, and Mary the sculptress and her son....Lately, it's become ghettoville, with drivebys and police helicopters with floodlights flying over my house at odd hours.., as corny as the stuff I watch on Cable TV, but I digress..
I know of Jeff, vaguely. I've seen him with the GANAS crew, coming back from a party, or a group outing. They often go out to events together, and came to a gig I had, years ago, at Le BarBat. They also came to All Angels Church once, to hear us sing. I've been buddies with Katie, crying on her shoulder when I was mishandled at the food stamp office, across from their store, and I met with them once, to discuss the possibility of having an open air rock festival on their land upstate. I know several of the other commune people too, cause I used to be a "thrifty", a compulsive thrift shop buyer, cruising old Pucci, Gucci and Fiorucci stuff in their thrift shop. Eventually I stopped the habit: my costume designer friend Maria from Berlin would always mention how used clothes have a sweat smell and aura of the old people who wore them..Even with all that negative persuasion, I remained a thrift store junkie.... I cruised garage sales and auctions until I was so chock full of crazy stuff that I never used that I started a thrift shop of my own, with a mentally ill boyfriend who was impossible with all the schlepping, and haggling and boyfriend stressing, I got sick of old clothes...before going out of business, I sold the rest of the stuff to the Ganas people...and they were very cool. They bought a lot of really nice 70's bellbottoms, patch pockets and corderoy, unworn, given to me by a church member who also was struggling with a buying addiction..which went back to the 70s, he never wore the stuff, just bought everything on sale, just in case...he was raised in an orphanage, and craved new clothes, but went overboard..so they were exchanged hands several times.Lately, I don't do much shopping..so I haven't seen the Ganas people.... I don't have much money anymore, so I don't buy much of anything...but it was strange to hear that one ot them was shot.
Nini said the shooter was a woman, a stalker...an ex-lover of aformentioned Jeff
Shakespeare said "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"...ain't that right?

I bought the paper, and found the article on the front page, all about the Ganas commune, their free love philosophy, their property, and about Stalker Lady. Apparently the cops hadn't followed up on Stalker Ladies' threats...I had a stalker too, when the thrift shop partner/boyfriend decided he was going to either marry me or kill me...and he kept harrassing me. The cops wouldn't do anything about it, either..there's a loophole in the law, because he wasn't my common law husband....Thank God boyfriend gave up after 2 years. He slowed down with the threatening calls and surprise visits to my home and workplaces..but that was lucky. Jeff's stalker was chasing him for 15 years.

Before I read it in the Daily Blues, I had heard that the Ganas people were into free love. This was another reason I backed away from hanging with them. I'd read about the Oneida community and the DaDa community in the 19th century..the former made nice silverware, the latter nice art, but that stuff's not for me....I'm a monogamist or at least a serial monogamist...and don't like open relationships..having been around during the experimental sexual revolution..most of that stuff was ugly..it always gave me the creeps..whether they were alternative hippies, or suburban swingers..yuch..I agreed with Wilhelm Reich and considered Satyr's Disease or Nymphomania forms of mental illness. I had been the babysitter for the head of the John Birch Society in Queens. as a teenager. I didn't know the political platform of the group, but I came to find out that John Birch was close to the Ku Klux Klan as you could get in NYC...I learned that he and his wife were swingers..so I always saw wife swapping as the behavior of the depraved mind...so I have always steered clear of that stuff. Despite all that, some of the folks at the commune were nice, kind people, and I genuinely liked them.

I laughed with Nini.We talked of being women cast aside....I guess some people can't handle that free love stuff....I know I couldn't. Looks like the 10 commandments were right, after all. Nini and I talked of going to the commune to do some Christian preaching....It's just a bitch that we've had shooting number 3 within a 4 block radius of my house (two on my block) within 3 weeks..it seems that the world is getting more violent...and this isn't even Iraq.

housing issues in the economic empowerment zone

2006-05-08T00:31:00.000-12:00

I live in an "economic empowerment zone"....the PJs are down the street..complete with urine
in the hallway..most of my son's elementary school friends have moved away to better neighborhoods, making this nabe constantly struggling...My house is okay, sort of...The only urine odors in my house I encountered were from the feral
cat that got in through the basement window. (I think he slunk
around to the Chinese joint on the corner and wound up as General
Tso's Chicken)..
This week we have had
1) A shooting in a house with 2 kids..noone was killed but the shooter got away
2) A shooting across the street, while a bunch of loud kids were having a party, 3 shots fired, shooter got away.

I called the police today and they said to call 911 asap anonomously..next time it happens..

I still am trying to figure how to remove the window with the bullet hole that landed in my son's bedroom window last year. I've just taped it up. This neighborhood is getting stupid.

One of the things they tell us in AA is not to make big
decisions in the first year after a major event..ie after the death
of a loved one..or after a divorce..or even after positive
things..birth of a baby or falling in love...so not to make rash
decisions. I will wait to see if the Teaching Fellowship pans out,
where they're placing me..I'll be losing my housing subsidy due to
the income spike, so I should slowly look for something...as for the
kid, I may want to move to a state that has better instate
tuition..I'm all for the multi generational family...He's finished
with HS next year..but I doubt he'll be mature enough to survive on
his own til his early twenties..I wasnt, but had to..and I wouldn't
wish my hardscrabble life on anyone..I'll try not to be rash..

Rethinking my Performance Character before the Great Depression

2006-05-08T00:04:00.000-12:00

I've been informed that Mae West was the wealthiest woman during the Great Depression. My new CD has been pressed up, so now I have to make a feeble attempt to promote the thing. The songs are good, the production isn't so I'm pretty lackluster about hustling the disc..But Peter has been helping me get a decent live show together..complete with great old obscure blues tunes..so this could be interesting....I maybe be po'..but there are some cool things that have happened because I've spent some of my time creating sounds/stories from ideas....the mind of an artist is tuned differently. As an artist, I get to see movements, trends, and truths before they're available to the general public. (Hell, I knew Iraq had nothing to do with 9/11 before we invaded the country..so I knew more than most US Senators..dig that...) So now I see a great depression coming, unless we get rid of these foolish men in DC. They've hocked our country up to the eyeballs, to Saudi Arabia and Communist China, abolished tariffs so that our balance of trade is off the charts... Mao Tse Tung said that the Capitalist would sell you the rope to hang him..and it's coming true...Well the depression is almost here, so it might be worth the effort to work on a new singing personae, before the collapse. My former political science professor, Ted Becker, has suggested that I model my aging singing self after Mae West, but I told him I think Lil' Kim has taken over that iconic place in the collective unconscious.. the risque busty, slutty chick with a sense of humor complete with trips to the Women's house of Detention..or in Kim's case Bedford Hills.....I think there are a finite number of roles in the game of life....like characters in the game of Clue..Mr. Whiskers, Dame Flookie..etc..When one human is knocked out of the role whether thru death or age, another takes their place. HOWEVER...the Jean Harlow "white Goddess" (first identified by Robert Graves as a muse/spirit )Is an amazing exception. She has morphed into a zillion interchangable seedpods, Brittany Spears Christine Aguilara, Gwen Stephanie, Ashley and the other Simpson, Paris Hilton , etc..My son's personal ideal is Trish Stratus, a skantily clad lady wrestler..I wonder where he got that imprint..?? I guess being around strong women....speaking of my son..and ..School..school..how wierd..the kid will have to go somewhere..and he's slacking big time..The only places that will take him will probably be Berkelee school of music, or maybe Antioch, or a place I heard of in S. California, that has a pop music department..Unless I let him hang with some scientists..I wish he was a bit more focused on science and math and could get into the tuition free Cooper Union..Blahhh..U of Miami..classical and jazz..and a good GPA...BLAAAHH>>> maybe the U of Florida...also kind of skewed toward classical and big band jazz but PERHAPS..maybe he needs to go to a community college, get a good GPA then transfer to a decent school.. He's a good actor...I'd like him to take more acting.. BLLLAAAH anyhow, so much for schooly stuff. He might just have to play bass for my band...

12 million shadow people

2006-04-12T12:21:00.000-12:00

Alex and I ran around the demo in front of City Hall on Monday. We were in the front, but were pushed around, the police using the same old crowd tactics they used in the anti-war demonstrations of years past..noone got let into the parade route, everyone got let out..to minimize the crowd..the immigrants were hopeful..upbeat, positive..Last week, in the LA demos, the immigrants were waving Mexican flags, but since that created angst in the Nord Americano collective unconscious, the meme was telegraphed that it would be more friendly if all the Mexicanos waved Yanqui flags..which they did...wow..ideas get around fast when people are focused. If only the impeachment movement was as focused..these nutjobs would be out of the White House, and we could become a visionary, progressive humane nation.....I noticed a distinct difference in the attitude of the South Americans and Mexicans since the big demonstrations on Monday. Before, most would avoid my eyes, look down, as if to stay in the shadows. Since Monday, I see a yearning for recognition...a selbstbewustsein..self confidence, after years of dodging police, immigration people, gangs, and whatever...The labor unions were behind the marches, to a great extent, because if they include these folks in their ranks they will no longer be competing as scabs, undercutting US workers wages..How come noone talks of busting Walmart for hiring undocumented workers illegally? When I got home I turned on CNN, and saw the reportage. I was proud of Ted Kennedy and the Irish American priest (who spoke beautiful Spanish) and the Congressman from Maryland with the Irish last name who addressed the big demo down in DC. The Irish, who came en masse, who were vilified, spat on, ignored, hated by those who came before..it was right that their decendants chose to address the unloved and abused immigrants. They need to toughen up the borders, sure, AND they gotta start busting the people who hire people for less than minimum wage, without disability insurance..who don't pay into medicare, social security, taxes, etc. The sons and daughters of the Incas, Aztecs and Mayans are back..Montezuma's revenge??
Maybe I'll take my social security when I retire, and move to Guatemala..just as long as it's peaceful..they can work here, if I can get a nice cheap hacienda there...

America is beautiful.

2006-04-12T08:34:00.000-12:00

Church Street NYC

The new Americans...They sure organized themselves quickly. I wish the antiwar people could come out as quickly and strongly. Then we'd see some changes.

Job opportunities

2006-03-29T04:40:00.000-12:00

Annie asked me to call her friend Diane, because she's been evicted from her trailer near the Goethals Bridge. She wants me to move her buddy. Today the school called me back, to invite me to sub. Yesterday I had a fat little Chinese kid threaten to hit me..in drama class, he's in Special Ed..the subject I'm supposed to teach soon..so I decided to write and play piano at home today..as poor as I am..I want outta here!!!

Tacos in Port Richmond

2006-01-13T14:00:00.000-12:00

>The sign in the window said something in spanish about selling photo ids, so I figured this was an authentic mexican joint. funny, they imagine the gringos can't read espanol, i guess if i moved to mexico city i could put up a sign in english advertising fake id, and noone would be the wiser. anyway, i dragged my son out to dinner, cause the apartment was totally freezing..we ran outta heating fuel. i put in 200 bucks on november 10th, and its now january 10 ish..so i though, okay, 100 per month, not so terrible. i called the fuel company and it turns out they have delivered 1200 dollars worth of fuel in december...or $750 per month. whoah..my rent is just 850...too wierd for words..the downstairs neighbor has moved out, so the landlord is losing money on this money pit..
money troubles abound this post christmas season, more than usual. december 10 i was given a pink slip, my last day of work was the day before christmas eve..i've been sending out resumes..but somethings wrong with it..they don't return my calls..maybe ishould leave off the part where I was a musician for 24 years..that's how i got my last job, by underreporting my life experience..anyhow..being financially off kilter makes me edgy..i've been depressed..can't wake up, cause i can't sleep, and wind up watching movies in the middle of the night...and don't wake my son, who goes to school late, and is pissed...well, my son and i had had an argument this morning, because he got pissed that i didn't pay his phone bill..and i told him to get a job, since i had been recently laid off. he's sixteen.. i got mad and started yelling..he said , wow, you're not much of an adult..no job and no self control..grrrr..anyhow..i gave my substitute teachers license to 3 schools and called a fourth, then went shopping in this mexican village in the middle of staten island. i guess the folks are mexican, or maybe guatamalan..or something..i don't ask, i don't tell..i was kind of astounded by the blossoming of a zillion mexican restaurants..so i guess they're not bulgarian...
i hope to get thru february..that's the tough month..i have a job in june, but spring is way off...meanwhile i can see my breath in the apartment...should I pay the electric, or pay the fuel...??? my stepmom is dead and gone, my fairy godmother who bailed me out after my aneurysm, after my fathers death, when i couldn't afford the dentist..and my tooth fell out...she is somewhere, i pray..and this one month is just a struggle to make me tough..i've struggled most of my life, so why should i complain? my struggles are miniscule compared to the rest of humanity..brazilians must forage for food in garbage dumps, pakistanis huddle under plastic tents in the hills in winter...sudanese are hacked to death by insane arabs..i am not completely able to go off to california or europe to record when i want to ..what's the big deal?

life in the slow lane

2005-11-13T14:42:00.000-12:00

I haven't figured out how to upload pics to the site, or even how to link to other sites. i have a feeling that the blogs will be read by people in the future, trying to decrypt our society many thousands of years hence... or maybe they'll be sitting in a slightly out of sync parallel universe, and will be curious to know what makes us tick. In any case, I keep adding a paragraph from time to time. not that anyone reads this. thanks to google and pyra, we can all post our journals, rants and doctoral theses without much trouble...i'd love to be able to upload pics..i'm too tired to really say anything rant'y..i've said all i can about pat robertson and the pharisees, called the neocons a bunch of psychopaths..and now i must gain strength for tomorrow..a really long tough day...i've got to take my new cd to the pressing plant...

I want to create a new blog, but I cant

2005-08-04T04:10:00.000-12:00

I am told my cookies are disabled. Well so are yours buddy. I'd like to create a blog that can be used by family members, to upload pics, info, letters,etc. but nah..no luck. I've got miles to go before I sleep. Maybe I can move these posts to my other blogs, and then use this one as my family blog..we'll see. J.

I wake up in a (COLD SWEAT)

2005-07-09T08:48:00.000-12:00

I'm gonna try to publish a link and see what happens. I went up to a club in Harlem last nite, Buddy Fox (aka Bloody Socks...in Cockney Slang) had his birthday bash and aloha to nyc party there...he's moving to Maui..the place had that eerie Disneyland feel to it..Good ol boys on harley hogs and cowboy hats hanging by the 'El"..up in Harlem, not so wierd if they were gay, but I got a real hetero vibe..a white band playing blues..good barbeque menu but very corporate...nuttin' like, say, Sylvias, or even that kookie nightclub on 7th Ave. that had rented one of the bathrooms out to a Chinese restaurant, where you could get hot Southern fried chicken livers to go with your beer..now that's Harlem. Or the restaurant that shoves out a plate of pigfeet and potato salad out from behind the bullet proof plate glass window..that's Harlem..there were no pimps or pickpockets, or sloppy drunks. Most everyone looks like Columbia students with major credit lines on their credit cards..Disneyland..Harlem...they need me to tear up the joint.

EDDIE'S DEAD (THAT'S WHAT I SAID) - A Poem

2005-03-06T03:57:00.000-12:00

EDDIES DEAD
THATS WHAT I SAID

Maybe it was a flashback
from his time in Korea
in the army
watching soldiers have sex in the open
against fences
with local girls

That caused him to think Love was dead
and made him kill himself

Or maybe he thought about his wife
dying when he was 28

Or the fact that his fiance quit him
at 52.

Maybe the stress of trying to comfort
families of the dead
Ate him up inside
Silently standing by in his clerical collar
awkward
as they came to claim body parts IDd from DNA
held inside the refrigerator trucks
humming 24/7
under the big blue tent
at Ground Zero

We had met the year before 9/11
I was the day bartender
Eddie would come in
and eat his lunch
at the bar.

We got to talking
2 ducks out of water.
Irish History
Episcopal churches
He knew my gospel choir

We’d talk for hours
After I had left my boyfriend
After his first fight with his fiance
Middle aged teenagers on the phone
He kinda liked me
I was like his sister, he said.

Eddie wasn’t very cute.
Hounddog eyes, George Washington lips
He kinda resembled Bob Hoskins
A young Alfred Hitchcock

Came to my church with me, once.
It was cool
I was proud of my buddy
in the seminary
Worked for a trade union
A people’s person
A tough Christian man.

Wierd, tho, I didnt want to call Eddie
after my brain surgery

I was afraid hed get too upset
He was a bull in a china shop
And my head felt like delicate porcelain
I had to knit alone

Eddie said he had been
shunned by the other seminarians
Because he majored in disaster counselling
Pharisees, we joked, looking for a nice
suburban parish with a cosy manse
But
EDDIES DEAD THATS WHAT I SAID
Dead from his own hand.
That’s the word from a mutual friend
I called the Brooklyn precinct
(They never got back to me)

His girlfriend broke off the engagement
Last time I saw him he was
drunk
Tipsy on his feet
How many Episcopalians does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
Two. One to screw in the lightbulb and one to mix the cocktails

My son and I held him up
We all had dinner together that night
He came out to visit us on Staten Island
He babbled on
Trying to figure out why his fiance had left him
Without a forwarding address
Just a goodbye email
the stress of unemployment
the stress of leaning on him
She ran out on him and the landlady
(I wondered briefly if he hadn’t done away with her, and his first wife too)
He was miserable
A bellowing bull
In mortal pain

He had comforted those families whose loved ones body parts were DNA’ed
ID’ed and claimed
down at Ground Zero
In the tent near the Pit

He stood by as they cried
Wearing his clerical collar
Silent
Awkward(He was new at that)
That’s why he was a pariah
Low man on the pastoral totem pole
According to him.
I didn’t want to see him when I took sick
He was a bull in a china shop
I was worried he would worry
Too loud..and my head hurt from surgery
Eddy knew all about history
and buildings
Pointed out the place where my great grandfather worked before the Civil War
strolling one evening in Soho
Eddie went to Harvard, even
but didn’t wear it on his sleeve
He told me a few years after we met
Me the bohemian, It was fun to have a friend who wore a suit and tie
And fit into society so well
But EDDIE’S DEAD, THAT’S WHAT I SAID

I called his job, no good
they said he passed away from bronchitis
Bronchitis?
I called the local precinct in Brooklyn
they didn’t call me back
I called the seminary
Mary worked in the office.
She gave me the lowdown.
The family wanted to keep it quiet.
She called him the last
casualty of 9/11.

what it feels like to be a pre-jim crow black

2004-12-18T07:55:00.000-12:00

AS THE ADMINISTRATION CONTINUES WITH THE UNPROVOKED WAR, the dismantling of social security, the trade deficit, the sinking of the dollar value, as ships filled with goods from China flow in, and nothing flows out, as illegal immigrants from Mexico, Honduras, Peru, Bolivia, Guatemala flow in to NYC, creating whole little villages of illegals, I look for somewhere to turn..there are no congressmen who find this all problematic...the man who pushed thru the Medicare drug reform bill last year, is this year a lobbyist for the drug companies, at a salary of 2 million dollars per year..meanwhile American kids sign up with the National Guard to get a college education, and hold back the odd flood or riot or hurricane damage, only to be deployed to Iraq for an undetermined time, using Hillbilly armor..rummy in his patrician way distaining the soldiers who are sissy enough to look for decent flack jackets and humvee armor...take the money from kellogg brown and root, they've colllected enough money from the govt, illegally. These people who have illegally taken over the government using hacker vote counters are carpetbaggers, and are taking MY nation apart. They're dismantling 200years of legislation, based on Christian concepts, and are sending us down the tubes...

Angry Man

2004-11-13T10:55:00.000-12:00

I'm too depressed for words...Waking up in a cold house, alone, no job, no prospects, defeated in an attempt to end the war..the Congressional Candidate also swept under in defeat..got turned down for foodstamps, turned down for a loan by my 2 rich friends, and yet I know there is lite somewhere..praying and crying and washing dishes..even the campaign people want to stick me for a couple of hundred dollars..I gave up my savings for this..to help someone run for Congress..I would do it again..the lawsuits begin...we must get to the heart of this black box, this vote miscount..Randi soldiers on bravely, ;134% of the voters turned out for Bush in Ohio...in Cayuga county..it's a MIRACLE!!..this computer hackery..meanwhile boys die in Fallujah..Angry man is our local schizophrenic, or maybe crackhead..here in Ghetto land..once a month he comes out an screams at his invisible wife, or his invisible friend...now he's screaming about being in the Army and being from Brooklyn...is Angry Man picking up on the horror vibes from "over there?" is he turned into their radio frequency of dispair??? Are schizophrenics more sensitive? More ESP prone?? Are Crackheads?? Have there been any studies on base cocaine and telepathy?? I am stone cold sober and planning to go up to harlem to see J's half sister..who had a baby in her second year of college..she's just out of her teens, like my mom was..the baby is a week old..i'm sure he's beautiful..I need coffee and a fax machine..

2 days of vote counting - God listens to prayers

2004-11-11T16:36:00.000-12:00

It's been a week and change since the election, the republicans crowing about how the majority of the people support them, meanwhile the bush supporter diebold has the contract to run his voting machines thru much of the south. I remember making a deal with God, once when I was a little kid, asking him to let the pope live, and i would do his will. When the pope died, I took it as a sign that God didn'dt listen to prayers, Nany years of atheism, hedonism, alcoholism..well, and I wound up coming back to God who, thru Jesus Christ, answered my prayers, took me out of ruff scrapes..until recently. I prayed ferverently to let Kerry win the election. I worked hard on Barbaro's Congressional campaign, and watched as the tallies came in...we got slaughtered. Frank got only 41% of the vote, due to a last minute slander by the incumbent, accusing Barbaro of being a friend to terrorists, pederasts and socialists. I went home, hoping that at least Kerry would be president, when lo and behold, Kerry lost. I was traumatized... I remembered my prayer. I thot of my prayer about the Pope so long ago. I realized that God had said yes to my first prayer, for if the Pope was a Christian...he had been granted eternal life. And as far as the prayer about Kerry,perhaps God had said yes to that too...Kerry DID win..it is up to us to count the votes...
I have no job..the company i worked for went under the week of the election...the club i sang at in the village also is going under..i feel like i am too..i asked my ex-husband to give me a collateral loan on some artwork, since the money owed me by the campaign..hasn't been forthcoming..i worked doing fundraising..and all the last minute bills need to be gone over...i sat at the board of elections benumbed..watching one republican, one democrat sitting side by side..evaluating mail in ballots..the people scowling at us..as if we were the meany sore losers..we are..half the staff are out of work, behind on the bills...i'm out of a job..and i'm sending out resumes..everyone with money seems to scoff at me..where is this going...i don't know.

7 days til election

2004-10-27T16:19:00.000-12:00

I' don't know if i have the software support to post from this machine..it was a problem a few months ago..lets see if this will post..

TAking back the Nation

2004-10-03T11:15:00.000-12:00

Hi folks, I've been away, in mourning for my dad, and then recovering from the aneurysm in my head..friend Peter Crowley did a fundraiser for me at CBGB's, and then I was able to function for a while..the Screen Actor's guild helped out as did NARAS's group MusiCares, which helped with medical and living bills...My dad died without a penny, 30 years as a wedding singer and bass player, and not a nickle of anything for him, pension wise...Now that I'm well enough, I'm singing once a week in the Village, at the Pure Lounge, on Sheridan Square. I'm helping a bit on the Barbaro Campaign..Frank Barbaro is running for Congress to kick out the Neo Con incumbent in Bklyn and Staten Island..I just want a Congressman who cares about people and not about kissing corporate butt..I think we are heading in the direction of campaign reform, where ads will be run free on all the stations, courtesy of the FCC. It's insane, the govt is being run by corporations, rather than people. Most of the money they have to raise is for advertising. Gov't advertising should be free..This will allow good people who don't necessarily have a billion dollars on hand to run for office...Otherwise, I'm moving out of the country..I don't want to be looked upon as one of a hated race..the German offspring of the WWII generation were HATED, even tho they hadn't done anything..I don't want that for my son. That's it for today, I may start blogging under my name..let's see..Joy

Getting back to the real world

2004-03-02T10:17:00.000-12:00

7 months since dad's death and surgery http://www.alexkayser.com/J/2.html that's where the picture of the craniotomy is http://www.alexkayser.com/J/1.html is the picture of the simple burial out on long island. I kept thinking i was going to die, but i heard a small voice in my head saying "na, you've got another 45 years"..I hope the voice was right.

life after brain surgery

2003-10-13T17:36:00.000-12:00

It's been quite a while since I've published anything..My father died...I had brain surgery, and now see double. It's been high trauma..I tried to post some things and could only type squiggles. Now the problem seems to be resolved..let me see if this publishes, and if so, I can continue writing..

2003-06-18T04:13:00.000-12:00

A note from my sister in Texas about Dad in the nursing home for Alzheimer's:
....went at dinner time tues. Dad was in the big room seated for dinner because the
east wing floor was being waxed. He was just beginning to dig into his meal when
I got there. He looked good...I sat with him, he introduced me to the guy next to
him (correctly as his daughter)..he ate well, I only had to help him a bit. Much
better than Sunday. His butt gets really uncomfortable when simply seated in the
wheel chair without an inflated cushion and fuzzy pad. On Sun. it was his main
complaint "my butt hurts"....I requested they find his cushion but no luck..it
seemed like Sun. they were very short of hands (perhaps because it was fathers
day). Anyway, yesterday I talked to Heather and she had that taken care of and
he was much more comfortable. I asked him if he'd like to get some exercise and
he said yes and attempted to stand. I guess he still thinks about walking with me
but he can't anymore. I told him I'm sorry dad but we can't do the walking anymore
but you can pull yourself along the rail and use your feet in the chair...so we did
and he said "there's nothing else to do"....I told him his tennis days were over but
we just have to do the best with what he can do. After a couple of hours he pointed
to his bed and said "we should be in there"...he was tired, so I had him put in bed
and he asked me to stay with him and I did till he fell asleep.

2003-06-17T03:06:00.000-12:00

Tuesday at home..my day job is cutting back on days for us workers, and we have to pay 1/2 of our health insurance, so I'm going out to hock some jewelery so that the kid has some money for his graduation on Friday..the raindrops keep falling on my head in the living room, my landlord is in the process of selling the house, (has been for the past year)..and refuses to do any repairs..we get more water than the Amazon rain forest....we'll be playing out in the Hamptons next weekend, and the people are really nice to us out there..when I think that I live in America, and most of the people of the planet are worse off than me..it's totally wierd...

2003-06-12T08:19:00.000-12:00

We were supposed to play in Princeton NJ but our driver got in a car crash and wrapped himself around a traffic light. This was a major first.."the show must go on" is a serious mantra..we sat in Sly's place up in Harlem, listening to the rain and watching HBO, cursing the guy out (after all the fund raisers we did for him..etc..) hoping he wasn't dead, cause noone wants to curse out a dead guy..he called and said he had amnesia for 6 hours after the accident..sounds really nuts..I want a van of my own..I thought we were on a tour of all the rich zip codes, but unless Springsteen writes a pardon, we'll never play in Jersey again (just kidding, Roxy the agent was very philosophical..adversity builds character..they must read a lot of Nietsche down there..or Christ..) Meanwhile monsoon season is upon us in NYC, my roof is leaking, and I wonder if I should install some umbrellas outside of the house.

2003-05-22T03:35:00.000-12:00

back at the day job..we're playing out at westhampton beach this weekend..i guess they'll be celebrating the tax dividend check that mr. bush just cleared for the wealthy..meanwhile back at the ranch, i can't seem to make ends meet on my funky little salary..it's partially the economy, partially me, i'm just not enthusiastic enough..i love the paper, capitalism for the working class, a penny paper, but i'd like to earn enough to press up the record, and sit at home and write, like i used to in the good old days..oh well i'm learning that i can hold my own in the normal world, thank god for my college degree..but the world seems to be divided into the haves and the havenots..what do i have to complain about with half a million kids dying each year of malaria? or cholera?..even polio? the us has to give more to the poor nations, 10 % of the GNP to foreign aid (blowing them up to smithereens doesn't count)..to build clean water supplies, and sewage disposal, and give them 12c a day to treat malaria..jimmy carter said we give the least amount of money to poor nations, of any industrialized nation..we're turning into a bunch of marie antoinettes..i know there's a seperation of church and state in this country, but every religion tithes..gives to the poor..we've got to know that it makes economic sense to build up our neighbors, or we will be creating enemies instead of friends..that is the new challenge, the new mindset..we get so much more, by giving...

2003-05-16T08:46:00.000-12:00

thank god it's friday, working people's happy land..jezz5000 (da kid, aged 14) is coming back from the school trip to salem massachusetts, where they studied intolerance by way of the witch trials..i'm going to chill out at home..elaine sent me some info on nyc nursing homes..she's a good friend and is a geriatric social worker, so she knows the good spots..recommends anything run by nuns..that makes sense..she says even tho i'm jewish, give me the nuns anytime, for compassionate care..my friend kieran died of aids in a catholic hospital..and they were wonderful to him..so i guess she's got something there..our single should be coming out anyday now from the pressing plant, peter and i will run around to college radio stations..i could use a decent car..but i hate all the car payments..we'll be going to atlanta blues festival this summer to play, so i guess i'll have to break down and buy something soon..also i'll have to transport my delusional dad from texas..alzheimer's is a bitch..so i'll need something roomy..oh to get a royalty check..turns out i applied too late for some film music i did years ago..they only collect for the last 3 years..i coulda been a contessa...

2003-05-12T08:19:00.000-12:00

day after mom's day, matisse picasso show at moma with "da kid", what a pal, to actually go to an art museum with mom without major kicking and screaming..he was actually kind to me, we laughed a lot..then "da kid" cooked up some lasagna..a day of parental nirvana..co-worker deborah mentioned that museum hours are anti working folks, open til 5 when most working stiffs are finishing up the daily grind..it's true, it's true..the show..nice colors, nice shapes, i felt their spirits more than i felt the shapes..tough picasso and pervie matisse...the rest? nice permanent collection..the bagdad blogger is back on, wow, this guy deserves a pulitzer..i'm trying to come to grips with my status as prole in the big world of movers and shakers, but i still want to change and re-arrange the world..get clean water to haiti and india and bangladesh, get malaria pills to africa..bill gates on with bill moyers..explained the earth shaking "aha" fact that contrary to darwinian opinion (which had a hand in wiping out a lot of people from the irish potato famine on down to present day) giving people access to health care actually does not contribute to overpopulation, but makes the population lessen, as people realize that more of their progeny will live to be adults..this was the argument i heard from some, wars famines and plagues naturally keep the population under control, and if everyone were healthy, we'd be all dying of starvation..just ain't so, mr.malthusa, mr. darwin..the more healthy people, the more chance we have of having a healthy balance of humans on the planet..

2003-04-26T05:28:00.000-12:00

saturday..a day of rest..the judeo christian sabbath has created the WEEKEND! I'm down to 4 days a week at my job, selling classified ads, because of my tiredness owing to interferon cocktail, i can do gigs alright, did an april 19th show at cbgbs for rc records, but came down with massive headaches the next day, owing to (I think) a reaction to the adreneline rush of performance..not unlike a hangover, but i don't drink, so that's the best idea i can come up with..it can't be the cigerette smoke, there is non in nyc clubs..smokers hang out with panhandlers in front of the clubs and restaurants all around the city, gives a whole new twist to networking..jess is upstate with my ex husband...i've been sending out for applications for him for schools..he loves the experimental school he's in now, but it might be a nice culture shock for him to try out private school, with 1 teacher for 10 students..backround notes on family.do schools ask for this stuff..if so i guess i could make a little backround history...mitrochondrial dna suggests that his patrilineal line came to the new world via the bering straits about 20,000 years ago, became choctaw indians who intermarried with runaway africans from sierra leone (mandigo people) in the 18th century..also some roots in georgia as slaves for the rebsamen family, a swiss bunch who got their landgrant around 1700...on my side there were haywards who came over via plymouth mass in the 1600's who migrated to bermuda, and were british subjects til they emigrated to nj in 1850, my great granddad joined the us navy as a coal heaver at age 16, enlisting the day before the ny draft riots, running away from his indenture to a cruel upstate farmer, and lying about his age...afterward he got us citizenship..married a nice scottish girl who's parents lived in a tenement on elizabeth street, nyc..other relatives include famine irish refugees migrating to south carolina and pennsylvania...thanks for the internet..i guess that makes our family pretty american..

2003-04-18T03:44:00.000-12:00

it's good friday..peace to everyone..i'm at my job where it's quiet..the judeo christian passover makes ny a ghost town..i'm thankful for a seat on the train and a chance to read the papers online including the al jazeera (english version)..which has been unblocked, i guess..went to the catholic church on wednesday nite before rehearsal and sat in on a mass and a reading of the rosary..the prayers of my childhood..i'm not so into repetitive prayer..jesus said not to pray "vain repetitions" like the heathen, i'd prefer to speak to him directly, and i do, but it was beautiful, an old wacky man telling me not to stop myself from receiving communion, because thats what Jesus wants, that's why he died..what does he want now? Is this armageddon? I go to the Armageddon website..read Revelations...where it says all the nations of the world will try to rise up against Israel..certainly that is the theme of most of the Arab nations..to kill Israel..and America, because America supports Israel so heavily..jesus said when he comes back, he's coming back with a sword..is that why the europeans are anti israel, because they supported the holocaust in the first place? i know they are anti war because they have known the terror and the humiliation of war..the defeat..

2003-04-10T06:03:00.000-12:00

back from el paso visiting my dad with alzheimers..he's living down the road from my sister and her family, in a nursing home..mostly it's spanish speaking folks..dad sort of thinks he's in a hotel or a ship in japan, and is very angry at the government for putting him in jail. he wants mostly to get back to "our country" and to get out of jail..my sister feels he's too fragile to move..he's stopped eating more than 40 percent of his required calories, he may need a belly bag to push nutrients into him..my aunt has one..4 out of 7 siblings have gotten alzheimers..2 didn't make it to 70 years old, and one was okay...the 3 last living siblings are all on aricept, in the world of delusions..some worse than others..my poor poppa is so helpless..bagdad fell yesterday, but with international jihadis swarming the terrain it could still be a scary situation...i hope they get water and food to the people, and get the looting under control, and sort out the good guys from the bad...this weekend we're recording again...

2003-04-02T10:42:00.000-12:00

Today has been sleep, cspan, msnbc, medicine, then the whole thing all over....I've started interferon to kick hep c, and it's a year treatment, full of nausea and tiredness in the first couple of months..everyone says keep going with it..i couldn't make it to the office to sell advertising today..it was a put your head under the covers day..the war coverage is giving me flashbacks of that day..9/11/01..watching helplessly from the fire escape as those people burned to death..now we're at war and there's so much protest from the world..if the bush team had been more diplomatic, we wouldn't have alienated so many...security council supported resolution 1441..but didn't like being pushed around...been to some of the arab sites, and the photos are so heavy, pix of kids with their brains blown out..not a great way for mcamerica to win hearts and minds....the muslims are attacking all over the world..phillipines, kashmir, this thing is without borders and very pervasive...went to a catholic website, and saw how most of the muslim nations don't allow other religions to practice..killing and torture for people converting to christianity..reminds me of the catholic church in the dark ages..

2003-04-02T04:12:00.000-12:00

Here goes nothin'..I've erased 2 blogs already, trying to figure out how to make this
thing work..I'm gonna just post these notes and see if i can get the hang of this...