BLAHG, BLAHG, BLAHG!!!

Immediately, by my use of the term "movies", you know I am not a Film Snob.  I also did not grow up in the era before "movies".  Even as I write this, Blogger is questioning my use of the term by underlining it with a red squiggly line, but that's what I call them, movies!  So, sue me if you don't like it. People used to only see celebrities in still shots printed in magazines before the age of television.  Then, they would go see them at the "movie theater", after hearing about it on the radio.  Nobody ever called them Film Theatres, did they?  The word "film" is really a description of the medium by which we are enabled to view "movies" rather than it being a description of the experience of watching still pictures transformed into motion.  So, I'm sticking with "movies", but I am not opposed to calling them motion pictures.  For the "purists" out there that insist on using the word "film&qu

On this, what must be the rainiest day I can remember after thirteen years on the streets, I once again am confronted with the irony that seems to be the substance of life. I honestly prayed to the God I am so often angry with last night that there would be a break in the rain in the morning between 7 and 8am. Some street people talk to imaginary people on broken telephones. I understand this. In contrast,  I talk to a God who never says anything and could therefore be classified as imginary. Yet, this morning, after a solid night of rain where I did not get wet though I was not indoors, I woke up just in time to make the walk up the North Avenue hill to my appointment at the Homeless Day Service Center to enroll in the housing program, again. My appointment was at 10:30am.  The day center doesn't open until 10am.  So, with my finger in the air, and my eyes on the skies, I made the decision to go in that direction skipping breakfast at the 1st Baptist Church,

Over the past decade, as I've mentioned before, and have written many words about, I have had several dreams about celebrities, and three different presidents.  I make the distinction because celebrities all have talents for the entertainment industry.  They are either singers, dancers, actors, or all three at once.  Our current president is not a celebrity because he doesn't possess any of these talents.  He may be famous, but he is not a celebrity.  He just wants to be one so bad, he refers to his constituents as "fans" as one photograph I saw yesterday indicated.  Fans may drool, but Trump people tend to foam at the mouth.  See the difference? Two presidents I have had dreams about are Jimmy Carter, I referred to as the Quintessential Georgian, and Barack Obama who I briefly met in the Rose Garden right after I had, in reality, landed on the streets.  I didn't even have a cell phone at the time, but in the dream, the newly elected President Obama reached in