So I doons diddled a spell (spent some time) on my boat (Red Herring) today. Diddlin' a boobsin' (entertaining a fellow human from this planet). Old man Alex, that sold me the boat, showed me how to raise the mainsail. And provided the gimble (sounds like Bryant Gumbel). I cleaned the gimble and installed it and lit it up so she is ready to fry eggs. I'll bring my coffee maker and frypan and spray oil, maybe a wooden spatula. That means I can make toast on the Red Herring frypan gimble methylated spirits cooker. El yummo. Kennedy and Baker weren't there as I never brought my phone but instead picked up 87.5fm radio on the boat radio. Some bible basher channel, like an American guy and his Australian islander sounding girlfriend with an American accent. They were talking about Joseph and Benjamin from the bible.
I'll segue to my brother Jose (Spanish for Joseph) and me (Benjamin). I realized last night in my garage where my son sometimes pops in and plays the Nintendo there, that my brother never played my Nintendo with me. It was one of those things where my father really kind of spoiled me. This thing cost like $400 in 1985 which was a small fortune in those days. Most kids just had an Atari 2600 or a commodore 64 which were like $100. I was the only kid with a $400 Nintendo. It had the light gun for duck hunt. Plus the robot with the spinning gyro tops and the regular controllers. I was telling my son I'd join him on super Mario bros and how religiously I played it as a kid and then it hit me that my brother never played it with me once. You'd think he would have played it with me but he never did, that I can recall. He had a buddy that he did some juvenile delinquent stuff with that later became a cop. They did dopey stuff together like climb electric towers or steal poles from trains. I think the guy even got a misdemeanor record. One day after he became a cop he visits with his super fat wife, he is also fat. Noone knows I'm totally my brother's punching bag for like seven years, not my father when he buys me the Nintendo, not the delinquent cum cop guy. Noone. I tell noone and knock my brother's tooth out one day as payback. I now realize I can make pasta on my boat's gimble cooker. Al dente. I mean my bro kind of seemed normal to his cop buddy or whoever and feels normal so long as he can occasionally blow off steam by punching me in the face or screaming at me or headbutting me or spitting in my face (for no reason). Once I close this avenue of stress relief to him he seems to spiral into insanity after smoking too much weed. I guess some folks just need someone else to blame all the time.
I also removed some screws and lowered the table into sleepy bed position. This makes another bed big enough for a big guy like me to sleep on. This one is even sicker as it affords beautiful views from the cockpit entryway and also through the side windows. Alex also provided another jerry can and a spinnaker poll and extra sails. I'll try raising the mainsail on Saturday. Sábado.
Yep, can't recall my brother ever playing that Nintendo, with or without me. Perhaps it was a question of ethics for my brother. I can't recall ever inviting him. I remember one time frying burgers with him and eggs, making hamburgers for dinner and watching the Young Ones tv show. So we were getting along pretty chummy that day I guess. I would have been around 14 or 15 on that occasion.
Hmmm, the people's poet and el presidente....
https://youtu.be/s5TWo8NZCGE
Or Mike 'sword of Allah' Baker & the non dancing Kennedy....
https://youtu.be/aZNNo6NsPsk
Oh yeah I have my Spanish deck of cards on board too. You know if you're ever in Spain playing mus, the two of swords is the same as the ace of swords right? They're both just an ace of swords....
I'm wondering if I should buy a laundromat business, I think that could be a good breadwinner for me.... Hmmm, kind of just wondering.
https://youtu.be/BQUOwXbbG_4
I think I mentioned on this blog the time I spent an entire summer holiday (6 weeks) wearing the same article of underwear without washing it (although it did go in the swimming pool). One guy in my clique wanted to remove it from my bag by force and show it to two girls in our clique but I refused and was too strong for him for him to get it off me. Basically the acid from the collective groin emissions basically tore away at the fabric of my underwear and discolored it. It was like an experiment or something. Recently I tried explaining about dentist to my kids, bringing them to dentist and explaining dental care, and I realized I probably didn't brush my teeth for years as a teenager. I mean I can't remember doing it so I don't know.
Laundromat seems like a reasonable business to have...
https://youtu.be/BQUOwXbbG_4
This is pretty interesting: Simon Montefiore, an upper class English historian with a penchant for the Soviet union talks on c-span about his fascinating insight into Stalin's life and his book on Stalin and his close associates.
https://youtu.be/f8KXnpxb3mA
This Montefiore is friends with Prince Charles. I already mentioned I thought Her Majesty was better off getting her grandson William to inherit the Royal prerogative but anyway it's not my business. This Montefiore speaks glowingly of Prince Charles.
I certainly focused intensely on this aspect of Russian history this gentleman speaks of during my junior and senior years of high school at St Mary's senior high school (in western Sydney) and Newcastle high school (for year twelve). The latter year I also had to study the regular things that made up my kind of SAT exam preparations (Chinese history, Spanish, English, math, etc) plus I had to make time to read philosophical treatises by Gurdjieff (also from that neck of the woods but earlier on), for the sake of my personal spiritual growth and evolution. So a lot of reading happening that year (year 12). My roommate Winston Churchill (not his real name) that year in Newcastle, one night said he'd found me collapsed in a pool of my own (red - from wine) vomit outside our flat's front door. As I recall the event there was a school party and I got blackout drunk there acquainting everyone with my black out drunken ways. That was a pretty bad hangover, my buddy Tim from school dropped over as was his wont, living nearby in a beautiful, expensive home facing Newcastle beach, and regaled me of my blackout drunk actions the night before to my embarrassment and his own personal delight. My buddy Winston seemed kind of annoyed and vaguely disgusted by it but reasonably agreeable although his patience would wear increasingly thin as the year progressed. That was one of the worst hangovers I had with what I'd call a next day write off, inability to move. One time in late 2002 I drank an entire bottle of rum and that was even worse. Horrendous, just torture.
Anyway in year 11, I was in pretty good shape, I'd spent about five months in Spain, more drunken shenanigans there with my new New York, Long Island Mineola buddies, and shaken off my depression from the shitty circumstances of western Sydney and my own personal feelings of shittiness. I had put shithole high schools behind me and only would attend good high schools from that point. St Mary's senior high school was a nice little high school, although not so far from the dreaded shithole Mt Druitt, it boasted some more affluent kids from Penrith, Werrington, Kingswood, etc. Less shitholey as it were.
Because thank God I never suffered from any depression that year (11), neither the following year, and didn't have to read as much for school as year 12, I spent a large part of my free time studying everything Bolshevik and stalinesque that year, a very in depth reading. I also had a tight knit social circle.
Looking at that last depression kind of when I was 16, considering 17, 18, 19, 20 were okay, the problem was when I was 20 I got pussy whipped by this Orange County (LA) jewish princess so that really turned my world upside down. Then I'd say I slipped into anxiety but not depression but then I slipped into actual depression around late 1997 which I struggled with for a few months. I generally felt disappointed for months after that.
Then I forgot about it then my sister died and when I got back to feeling less crazy I got depressed again in late 1999 / first half of 2000. Definitely people get into co-dependent relationships to shift and manage their malaise with the world. Looking back, a large part of my depressions (leading to actual suicidal ideation) were caused by actually being in my hometown kind of stagnated which is really a horrible place to be spiritually however I always tried to read a lot and I believe smoking marijuana caused a lot of my depression also. Also I never knew how to save money so never had enough money to disassociate myself from the horrible hometown, not emotionally strong enough/independent.
Interesting to see in Montefiore's talk how many Jews ascended to high levels amongst these stalinist soviets. So you see, the Nazis weren't altogether false in referring to this communism as a Jewish thing. The Bolsheviks were not especially anti Jew from what I can see.
Random u2 music:
https://youtu.be/KTzmzrruHwc
Different century, different Marxist: will misguided liberal Americans and others be able to keep their cool when they [sic] 401k(s) go from $$$$$$$$ to minus $$ thanks to big spending Joe Biden.
One minute you're diddlin', next you're losing it:
https://youtu.be/_1vTGN52MCc
Joe Biden's favourite Shirley:
https://youtu.be/MVSlILP4fSk
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