Thursday, October 19, 2017

Race Relations Personally

Taking a knee is a respectful and peaceful form of protest, but I think it's time we stand together! The point is made. The memory not to be lost. But, at this point I think we should talk about race relations in this decade... or, so. 

This coming from a guy once arrested for causing a disturbance. The call came in reporting a black male was causing a disturbance. They found me. I told the public defender, "L@@K at me! Evidently, there is something wrong with this story. But, I'm definitely in touch with my black side... my feminine side... my Jewish side, but not my gay side! I didn't actually say all that, except for my race side.

Having been incarcerated several times in this Plantation County. I don't think ever once there wasn't some accompanying Hee-Haw, without removing myself from that part of the equation. However, the last time takes the cake...

But, all that is beside the point. Life on the streets ain't easy, but I can tell you one thing. More than one person opened their door to me, and more than once, black folk took me in. I've slept in Bethel Homes, and never heard a gun shot. I've been to Thanksgiving dinner in Monroe's public housing, neat and clean. 

Speaking of clean, here's a link to my latest BLAHG. It has nothing to do with race relations, but it tied together nicely. It has more to do with the Genius of Cleaning Supplies!

So, I'd say race relations are pretty good from my perspective. People truly do treat others with respect. For someone to open their door to you is probably the highest form of respect. And, then... they feed you too?!?! 

What do I do? Try not to make a mess!

Now, let's talk about the jail house and inmate population... 


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Thursday, October 5, 2017

The Genius of Cleaning Supplies

So, three guys walk into a bar and sit down right next to me. I'm just working on my Sudoku minding my own business for several minutes when one of them gets up to go use the bathroom. Several minutes pass by before he returns only to exclaim, "Whoever runs this place is a genius!" His buddies look at him like, "Huh?"

Eureka moments frequently occur in the bathroom. Just ask our president who makes it clear on a daily basis. Though, only he thinks they're Eureka moments.

So, the guy continues to explain, "I went to use the bathroom and somebody had pissed on the seat and left it" of course. "But, there is a cart in the men's stall that has cleaning supplies on it. So, I cleaned it myself!" His buddies were still dumbfounded, but me, I busted out in laughter!

"Thanks for the bathroom humor", I told him. "I'm gonna write a BLAHG because of it. This will be a very short BLAHG, but since it happened at the Blind Pig Tavern, I thought I would again point you to my previous post of the Blind Pig Rules of the House! They could add one more, and say, "And, if someone pisses on the toilet seat clean it up! Here's the supplies!"

Meanwhile, the time goes by and it's closing time. The Blind Pig kitchen closes at 10pm. Mary Katherin, one of the bartenders/wait staff was working that night. She's back and forth doing her thing trying to close things out for the day in her saddle oxfords she always wears because if you went to Catholic School for eighteen years you might wear your saddle oxfords every day too even though you're a few years past graduation and in college.

Now, the first time I met Mary Katherin, and I saw her wearing those shoes, I asked her, "Are you Catholic? Because, you remind me of that character Mary Katherine Gallager. I mean really, you could be sisters", to which she seemed to agree as she acknowledged she knew who the character was. Turns out, Mary Katherin grew up in the same "neighborhood" as I did, at least during my teens. It's always cool when you meet somebody who knows where you're from, you know? Plus, when she's an Irish Catholic School Girl that looks like Molly Shannon and serves me beer, I gotta write this stuff down!

Mary Katherin, like I said, was busy running around closing up for the day, in her saddle oxfords, on a freshly mopped floor putting out the yellow Piso Mojado Wet Floor signs when all of a sudden, I heard a thud. Everyone stopped and looked and people started to gather around her. Mary Katherin had taken an ironic spill on that wet floor while putting out the warning signs!

She's laying there flat on her back saying, "I'm okay, everybody back off. Just let me..." get her bearings straight is what she was alluding to as she sat up and then came to her feet before shedding a few tears of pain and probably what was some embarrassment. It's okay Mary Katherin! You're a tough cookie!

So, do yourselves a favor... Read these BLIND PIG HOUSE RULES, and watch this video by clicking through the link below. It's more bathroom humor! Then, pay a visit to the Blind Pig in Downtown Athens, one of three locations in Athens. Come witness a great staff of people including Mary Katherin, who truly serve the customer, even though the customer is NOT always right! And, remember, as usual, tip your bartenders and wait staff! That's a RULE, GENIUS!

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Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Irma

Well folks, I made it to the stage for Rabbit Box at the Foundry on Wednesday night! What a great experience that was after dreading it for the month prior. I started by telling them that it was just another dose of public humiliation... and I started off with a laugh I didn't know I was going to get! It ended well too landing on exactly eight minutes with a CHEER for an announcement I had made as to success after failure!

Much of life is made of hope and disappointment, but it is also made up of fear and relief. Kinda like what happened with Irma when Harvey had already caused the damage in Houston, Irma suddenly appeared with two others Jose and Katia! For a minute there it seemed like we were doomed! Katia hit Mexico and has dissipated to a tropical storm with 40 a mile winds while Jose drifted back out to sea, but is not setting its sites on the same Caribbean islands that have just suffered Irmas wrath. Buckle your seat belts people! This is shaping up to be a very intense hurricane season!

Irma made her mark in Athens. A tree fell on what was my bedroom! Fortunately, I wasn't there. See, I have been living in a cabin in the woods since February of this year. The first thing I recognized when I took occupancy was that the place was surrounded by trees. So, with this storm brewing Tuesday night through Wednesday morning, I found some place else to stay for fear that trees would be falling. Was I ever right??? Right on my bedroom to be exact! I took it as a sign, it was time to move along. Plus, it's going to take several weeks to remedy the situation. So, I've been staying with a friend. 

Coincidentally, right after I received a phone call notifying me that the tree had fallen on my bedroom, I had to suspend disbelief for a moment... When I did, a few moments later, and strangely coincidentally, my phone rang again. Only this time, it was the Bigger Vision Winter Shelter where I spent the last three years out of the cold. They wanted to talk to me about some things and my situation.

I asked Andrew, the Director, if he knew my current situation and what had just happened. He said, "No. What's going on?" I said, "A tree just fell on my bedroom where I've been staying since February". Anyway, I asked when he would be there and we agreed to meet the next morning. When we did, we discussed several options. I had called him a couple of weeks ago looking for extra work as part of the staff this time. He presented me with three different options and I'm right now trying to decide what's going to work best! From fear, to relief, just like getting up there the other night and telling my story of the street life I've lived in Athens, Ga for much of the last decade.

So, when I had told my brief story of the fact that I had grown up pretty much in the country and had spent a lot of time in the woods, only that it was at the country club, and much of my time in the woods was spent looking for golf balls... to then find myself on the streets of Athens, GA, regardless of how, or why I got there... it drew a start contrast and left a question mark in their minds. See, I've been told more than once I don't look like a homeless person, and that's probably because I don't. I know this because to this day, I still have street people who ask me for money. After years of living in the same boat, eating at the same soup kitchen, there is one particular street person, a black woman in fact, who almost never fails to ask me for money. I've gotten to the point where I just act like I don't hear her, but I'm pretty sure she thinks all white people look alike!

She's a crack head anyway, as most people on the streets who ask for money are just trying to fund their fixes. My advice, knowing full well you cannot starve in this town from a lack of food unless you're just so damned lazy to walk a couple of blocks to the soup kitchen twice a day. Beyond that, the guys sitting there holding signs get so much food given to them, they don't have to walk! But, your kind provision just enables the "ugliness of Irma" to stain the streets of downtown Athens. When even hurricanes go away, beggars remain. Don't give to panhandlers, and that's coming from a street person! I just never asked anybody for a dime. Give it to a street performer instead, and if you want a cool bracelet from a bicycle spoke, give me a call!


Where one tree has fallen, another one grows! Thanks to places like Bigger Vision, and the Northeast Georgia food bank, the poor, and even the working poor are enabled to maintain a level of dignity without making it necessary to beg. The beggars on these streets represent the same level of BS that we get out of DC on a daily basis. They're just not wearing suits and ties. Certainly, BS is part of politics and even life. It is clear. It's just that we should seek to minimize it instead of maximizing it.

Even Bernie knows $15 an hour as the minimum wage will only create a reaction in the market through automation, or higher prices and it wouldn't make a difference. One study indicated people actually lost income because of reduced hours. It's just something people like to hear and it gets votes. The problem is apparent that prices have so far outpaced wages a person can't make it on forty hours a week in an era where employers only want to give you thirty hours a week. It requires two different jobs in order to begin to make ends meet. We must aim higher as individuals before we demand the market pay us what it won't at a minimum.

As a minimalist, I'm not complaining too much about having to work without being able to afford the lavish lifestyle of a Trump. But, because of this fact, we have resources that do enable people to survive without the act of begging.

See you next time at Rabbit Box! https://rabbitbox.org/




Friday, September 15, 2017

Irma

Well folks, I made it to the stage for Rabbit Box at the Foundry on Wednesday night! What a great experience that was after dreading it for the month prior. I started by telling them that it was just another dose of public humiliation... and I started off with a laugh I didn't know I was going to get! It ended well too landing on exactly eight minutes with a CHEER for an announcement I had made as to success after failure!

Much of life is made of hope and disappointment, but it is also made up of fear and relief. Kinda like what happened with Irma when Harvey had already caused the damage in Houston, Irma suddenly appeared with two others Jose and Katia! For a minute there it seemed like we were doomed! Katia hit Mexico and has dissipated to a tropical storm with 40 a mile winds while Jose drifted back out to sea, but is not setting its sites on the same Caribbean islands that have just suffered Irmas wrath. Buckle your seat belts people! This is shaping up to be a very intense hurricane season!

Irma made her mark in Athens. A tree fell on what was my bedroom! Fortunately, I wasn't there. See, I have been living in a cabin in the woods since February of this year. The first thing I recognized when I took occupancy was that the place was surrounded by trees. So, with this storm brewing Tuesday night through Wednesday morning, I found some place else to stay for fear that trees would be falling. Was I ever right??? Right on my bedroom to be exact! I took it as a sign, it was time to move along. Plus, it's going to take several weeks to remedy the situation. So, I've been staying with a friend. 

Coincidentally, right after I received a phone call notifying me that the tree had fallen on my bedroom, I had to suspend disbelief for a moment... When I did, a few moments later, and strangely coincidentally, my phone rang again. Only this time, it was the Bigger Vision Winter Shelter where I spent the last three years out of the cold. They wanted to talk to me about some things and my situation.

I asked Andrew, the Director, if he knew my current situation and what had just happened. He said, "No. What's going on?" I said, "A tree just fell on my bedroom where I've been staying since February". Anyway, I asked when he would be there and we agreed to meet the next morning. When we did, we discussed several options. I had called him a couple of weeks ago looking for extra work as part of the staff this time. He presented me with three different options and I'm right now trying to decide what's going to work best! From fear, to relief, just like getting up there the other night and telling my story of the street life I've lived in Athens, Ga for much of the last decade.

So, when I had told my brief story of the fact that I had grown up pretty much in the country and had spent a lot of time in the woods, only that it was at the country club, and much of my time in the woods was spent looking for golf balls... to then find myself on the streets of Athens, GA, regardless of how, or why I got there... it drew a start contrast and left a question mark in their minds. See, I've been told more than once I don't look like a homeless person, and that's probably because I don't. I know this because to this day, I still have street people who ask me for money. After years of living in the same boat, eating at the same soup kitchen, there is one particular street person, a black woman in fact, who almost never fails to ask me for money. I've gotten to the point where I just act like I don't hear her, but I'm pretty sure she thinks all white people look alike!

She's a crack head anyway, as most people on the streets who ask for money are just trying to fund their fixes. My advice, knowing full well you cannot starve in this town from a lack of food unless you're just so damned lazy to walk a couple of blocks to the soup kitchen twice a day. Beyond that, the guys sitting there holding signs get so much food given to them, they don't have to walk! But, your kind provision just enables the "ugliness of Irma" to stain the streets of downtown Athens. When even hurricanes go away, beggars remain. Don't give to panhandlers, and that's coming from a street person! I just never asked anybody for a dime. Give it to a street performer instead, and if you want a cool bracelet from a bicycle spoke, give me a call!

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Where one tree has fallen, another one grows! Thanks to places like Bigger Vision, and the Northeast Georgia food bank, the poor, and even the working poor are enabled to maintain a level of dignity without making it necessary to beg. The beggars on these streets represent the same level of BS that we get out of DC on a daily basis. They're just not wearing suits and ties. Certainly, BS is part of politics and even life. It is clear. It's just that we should seek to minimize it instead of maximizing it.

Even Bernie knows $15 an hour as the minimum wage will only create a reaction in the market through automation, or higher prices and it wouldn't make a difference. One study indicated people actually lost income because of reduced hours. It's just something people like to hear and it gets votes. The problem is apparent that prices have so far out paced wages a person can't make it on forty hours a week in an era where employers only want to give you thirty hours a week. It requires two different jobs in order to begin to make ends meet. We must aim higher as individuals before we demand the market pay us what it won't at a minimum.

As a minimalist, I'm not complaining too much about having to work without being able to afford the lavish lifestyle of a Trump. But, because of this fact, we have resources that do enable people to survive without the act of begging.

See you next time at Rabbit Box! https://rabbitbox.org/

Friday, August 11, 2017

3:33



I stumbled across this MEME seemingly serendipitously and thought to myself it would be pessimistic for me not to share it because I've experienced so many miracles in life I call them Disneyland moments...

Early this morning, I heard a clap of thunder and at exactly 3:33 I was awakened by the loudest clap of thunder I've ever heard in my life. As I stood up you could feel it tremoring in the floor. This is especially important to me and if you've followed my BLAHG posts over the years you know why.

Three is a spiritually significant number not only in Christianity, but in various religions dating back even before Christianity. Three, in my experience, demands attention as the claps of thunder certainly got mine.

The last time a significant moment like that occurred also at 3:33am about four or five years ago. I was asleep, in a dream, when a text message came in. I woke up long enough to respond a couple of times, but it was non-sense. So, I drifted back into a dream when BOOM the sound of what seemed like a gun shot went off in the room and a picture simultaneously fell off the wall. I won't recap the whole story... but it's a doozie of events that just scream out for attention. Kinda like our president...

The time before that I had been out playing pool and stayed out late night. When I arrived home I cranked up the laptop when there she appeared in the form of a Match.com chat window at precisely 3:33am. Normally, I hate chat, and/or pop up ads, but this was an attractive young woman listed as Asian, Jewish, liking smokeless tobacco, and horses. My kinda girl, I say! At least, that's what it said on her Match.com profile. Sounds like a pile of horse manure? Just wait 'til you hear the rest of that story!!!

There was no thunder except for the sound of horses hooves in my imagination. Exactly, what I was looking for... an Asian Jew who likes to chew and go giddy-up! She was from Union Point, GA. I had never heard of Union Point. Have you?

Well, I found out about Union Point, GA after that, but I'm saving the rest of the story for the stage. Next month, on September 13th, I'm going to tell a story of "Toils and Troubles" at Rabbit Box where I was invited to share not only a story, but a true story! Don't worry... It's rated G! The "G" stands for Galaxy, but you'll have to wait to find out why!

Thanks for reading! Now, come hear me speak. I just hope my voice isn't scratchy because his seems to be very clear. Though, I guess it could be my imagination.

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P.S. I don't know why every now an then BLOGSPOT posts sometimes creates larger than normal spacing between paragraphs. I try to correct it but it is un-repsonsive to my requests. It's like at work and with all the machines I work with. I am convinced God uses computers, and "God's gift to comedy", largely to teach us patience.

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Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Beans & Cheese

I have found less stress by not watching the news. Although, I did use the word "retarded" the other day to describe the situation we face in this nation at which point someone attacked me for using the word in it's informal offensive sense describing the situation and not a person. So, the guy got mad and called me a Jew, among other things, and actually a Queer Jew because I had used the word "retarded". I was not offended, but he would have been if I called him a Jew, because he was a Redneck. Though I didn't resort to calling him a Redneck, I'm telling you he was. The difference is I've often identified with my Jewish side, just as I identify with my Black side, and heck I might as well admit I identify with my feminine side too, but not my gay side!! Therez no gay side to identify with. I don't understand that behavior. As far as the feminine side goes, anybody who has a heart can identify with that. The difference is as a male, you learn to think past the heart more often than you are controlled by it. 

The Black side identification only comes from exposure to black culture, and the same could be said of the Redneck side which I have exhibited some tendencies in my lifetime dating back to high school where I dipped Skoal and wore my ball cap backwards. Backward cap wearing crosses over cultures, and is primarily concentrated among middle to upper class kids, but has no racial barriers, as just the other day I encountered a Pakistani man wearing his hat backwards eating a bean and cheese burrito with ketchup.

Apparently, Ketchup is also one of those things that crosses cultural lines like wearing your hat backwards. The point of all this is simply for a matter of perspective. You cannot truly judge anyone who likes ketchup or wears their hat backwards. It's a matter of preference similar to the way we view weeds. Weeds are a matter of opinion and to each his own as far as that goes. Or, that's the way it was before they outlawed one so called weed some people call Tree.

Being that the male determines the gender of a baby by donating either an X chromosome, or a Y chromosome that are supposedly perfectly balanced in sperm at a 1:1 ratio, it is apparent that we are a mixed bag of tricks, while females are solely of X's, it seems clear that we might be likewise mixed up in the head, but that's what men tend to say of women! Ironic, and maybe I've stated that correctly, but I could be off since I am certainly no doctor except in the recognition of bullsh*t and we've got a lot of that going on, don't we? That of course only adds to the otherwise natural state of confusion we have within ourselves; some more than others and some who have overcome. So, the other day when a young Latina I know walked by saying, "Hi Gabe" as I was eating a bowl of beans and cheese from Fuzzy's Taco Shop, without actually thinking about it I said hello and told her I was eating beans and cheese. I hope this is not some kind of exhibition of assuming a stereotype. I don't even know if she's of Mexican decent. Regardless she replied with exclamation, "EWWW Gross!!!!".
 

This caught me by surprise at first and then I realized she's Latina, and thought it was funny! So, when she came back by driving in her car her window was down, and I said, "Well, at least I'm not eating steak with ketchup!". She just looked at me funny, like "What are talking about Gabe?" Then she said see you later Bae, and I was like, "What are you talking about?" What's a Bae? Regardless, I'm pretty sure I'm in touch with my inner Mexican too because I do love beans and cheese, specifically pinto beans.

Needless to say, there's a whole lot of judgement going on all the time and that's because judgement is natural. You cannot help but make judgements the key is not to prejudge. So, when the Dali Lami says don't judge based upon the idea of reincarnation and you're not knowing what someone's previous life might have been like to determine their karmacal state, then I'm just saying that's a lot to digest and not as easy on the stomach as beans and cheese, but probably easier than digesting steak with ketchup! So, when this Redneck called me a Jew and it didn't offend me, I did return the intended insult by calling him a Snowflake, that caused him to repeat himself with almost the identical intended insult that didn't offend me in the first place.

I thought about this for a minute and I even thought about continuing the exchange, but did not because I don't have the energy for that kind of exchange. Plus, it's a waste of time when the guy tells me he's not a Snowflake, he's a Republican! This was just too much. I couldn't waste my energy on the attack and instead I wrote this BLAHG! Which now leads me to lunch where since it is 11:24 as I write this and the one of the ladies from the 1st Baptist Church which plays host to the soup kitchen just stopped by because she saw me here writing this. She said, "Me and my husband were just talking about you... We haven't seen you in a long time. Things have gotten better, but I told her I would stop by. By the way, I asked her what was for lunch and you know what she said... A Ham Sandwich with a pack of Crackers among Brothers and Others! (; And, I said, "Well, it's not Beans & Cheese, but Amen"!