IT ISN'T YOUR IMAGINATION You weren't sure but you thought your pay days weren't getting you through the next fourteen days as well. Too much week left at the end of the money. Well it turns out you are right. The average mean Household Income in December of 2007 was $55,000 and the income for the same household now, nearly six years later is $52,000 - - and I imagine those numbers haven't been adjusted for inflation. But Rush Limbaugh said something that made me sit up and take notice. He said that median incomes fell MORE during the Obama recovery from June of 2009 onward- - then they ever did during the Bush recession and Crash. Rush then tweaks it a little further saying "This was just about the time congress began discussing the Affordable Care Act in earnest". It's just something to make you think. People may have thought by Holiday Season 2013 that the "Bush recession" would be just a distant memory. But the reality is that people may well have MORE constrictions of their budgets this year than they did last year. Think about it.
Nicole Sandler says she wants to be “light hearted” and all this past hour, but all too often that is a codeword for vapid and bor-ring! As if so much of media talk were not one big comedy routine already. This morning I was listening to someone’s radio and these jocks were talking about this or that celebrity as though they knew them personally. But you never know if they actually do, or if they just so closely identify them from their Facebook account or something. This idea that we have to know every last anecdotal detail about celebretie’s lives is silly. I mean already about two-thirds of Network news is fluff, or at least the station Bill likes. The fact is there are topics like that Japan nuclear reactor that Mike Meloy talked about the other night, that are not on the front burner but still very relevant. But seriously when you turn on almost any news you’d think “nothing is happening” most of the time- - for the seventeenth day in a row. This is at two o clock after soap land and the male housekeeper was just in here to mop. Now Samantha has an offer which was completely laughable- - and as Justin said earlier ‘You wouldn’t be making it if you weren’t worried about your case”. But by the end of the hour Justin is urging her to take that same deal- - and not seeing Alley or Johnny again until their Sophomore year in high school. Doesn’t that sound wonderful! Oh- - and the other favor she wants is basically for her to betray her fiancée Elvis. Of course Samantha’s record on personal loyalty really sucks to begin with. For her “forever” is about fifteen minutes. We then have Hope and Teresa in a face-down, and Hope doesn’t buy her innocent bystander act for a minute. And then we have Jack Jr- - and the count-down to Ignition is approaching Zero.
Nicole Sandler says she wants to be “light hearted” and all this past hour, but all too often that is a codeword for vapid and bor-ring! As if so much of media talk were not one big comedy routine already. This morning I was listening to someone’s radio and these jocks were talking about this or that celebrity as though they knew them personally. But you never know if they actually do, or if they just so closely identify them from their Facebook account or something. This idea that we have to know every last anecdotal detail about celebretie’s lives is silly. I mean already about two-thirds of Network news is fluff, or at least the station Bill likes. The fact is there are topics like that Japan nuclear reactor that Mike Meloy talked about the other night, that are not on the front burner but still very relevant. But seriously when you turn on almost any news you’d think “nothing is happening” most of the time- - for the seventeenth day in a row. This is at two o clock after soap land and the male housekeeper was just in here to mop. Now Samantha has an offer which was completely laughable- - and as Justin said earlier ‘You wouldn’t be making it if you weren’t worried about your case”. But by the end of the hour Justin is urging her to take that same deal- - and not seeing Alley or Johnny again until their Sophomore year in high school. Doesn’t that sound wonderful! Oh- - and the other favor she wants is basically for her to betray her fiancée Elvis. Of course Samantha’s record on personal loyalty really sucks to begin with. For her “forever” is about fifteen minutes. We then have Hope and Teresa in a face-down, and Hope doesn’t buy her innocent bystander act for a minute. And then we have Jack Jr- - and the count-down to Ignition is approaching Zero.
Today is Friday August
23, 2013 and tomorrow is the anniversary of Martin Luther King’s “I have a
dream” speech, but now they say “Oh, that’s been moved to Wednesday”. Huh? I
got the impression tomorrow on TV was going to be filled with a lot of
specials. Because it was at about this
time in 1963 when you could see actually forward momentum happening on things
like Civil Rights and the Nuclear test ban treaty. My guess is that President Kennedy’s poll
numbers were higher than they’d ever been.
The economy was finally going great guns. Last night I had a dream I was with people at
my parents church and we stood up to sing a hymn and then I looked and saw that
I was naked as a jay bird, and wondered how the hell that ever happened. The dream only went on for a few more moments. I woke a little anxious at five to six, but
when I got out of the shower I thought I had hurried through it was 6:07 and I
do not think I spent twelve minutes in the shower. Sometimes funnyuu thoughts lodge in your
mind. I remembered this brunette at
Calvary Anaheim church who was around here in the summer of 1984. She was nice, and popular with
everybody. But I can’t remember her name
to save my life, but I could give you a long list of people she isn’t. She had some pot luck gathering at her house,
which I remember was one of these two story kaki houses on the west side of a
north and south street. There were
flyers sent out and the date was August 25th or something close to
that, and there a lot of cutsie attractions they would be having at this
potluck. And then I misplaced the flyer-
- but I was still intending to go- - but I didn’t because I think I had other
plans at the last minute I don’t remember.
And don’t tell me I just dreamed this.
I was generally anxious. I’m
afraid I’ve been missing too many pre season NFL football games on TV this
year. I checked the stations last night
and couldn’t find one. It was Jeopardy
and Wheel of Fortune and then Vampire Diaries.
Then at nine was some celebrity or fashion program or something neither
of us were really watching and finally I turned it off and went to bed.
Anyhow Janet offered me
and Bill coffee before breakfast- - and a coffee cake. In fact she gave me most of her cigarette to
smoke as she prepared it- - and told me to guard her coffee. And then she came back out and said my coffee
was in my room, so she had gone into the room and gotten my cup. There was also some coffee cake on a napkin
on the night stand. And now for a
complete change of topic- - they played that 1984 album title song by Julian
Lennon last Sunday that always has these certain “vibes” to it. But you people only know Jess Ryder as a
Stephen King character. I’ll tell you
this. That somg has some of the most
complex chord progressions you come across in rock. There is a line in the song "You know there's something wrong - - we'll stick together because we're strong" or something inigmatic, But then they played a song by Sean Lennon- -
which was a major rip-off of “I’m Only Sleeping” and his voice doesn’t sound
nearly as John-like. We had Cheerios for
breakfast and I got my medication at the table.
We had an omlette and I used the picante sauce advantageously on it this
morning. We had toast dry. I’m not sure whether Tom repeats himself
because he forgot he said it, or he thinks We forgot that he said it.
Once again - - you know
the drill. I was listening to KTLK and
the host said something to tick me off and I moved over to Rush Limbaugh and
listened to him the rest of the morning.
This day it was when he began attacking his listeners. He railed about the “comments” sections- not
just that he reads but comment sections on news pages on the Internet. He calls it “undeserved free publicity”. But he says “These sites only encourage
comments because it draws eyeballs to their web sites”. Well, there you go. Then it isn’t “undeserved” is it? You don’t hear Rush going off on people like
that, or saying that nobody but himself has the right to exercise an opinion on
something. Personally I’m a believer in
market forces and freedom of the press and freedom to express your opinion on
an issue. I can’t get into Moe Kelly’s
head because sometimes he’s so “right on” with an issue, although less and less
so - recently. The way I look at it - - -if someone is in a position of Power
over me, then I have to be worried about what opinion they have of me. Otherwise- - it doesn’t matter that much- -
at least on a micro basis. But I of
course I do keep my antenna out for the macro consensus opinion about me.
Janet has out-done
herself in generosity. She offered me a
club sandwich box for lunch, and I mean all four club sandwich quarters- - if I
just let Joe have the pickles and olives.
She threw in a free diet Coke. Believe it or not after this I did go down to
lunch where we too were having cold cut sandwiches. But I skipped the soup, and still have the
whole orange on my bed. Basically I came
down for the coffee, but the coleslaw was good, too. I weighed myself in the other room and I was
161 - - which is good- - but I’m hoping against hope that after a really big
meal at Mom’s I will be up to 165 on Sunday.
We’ll see. I was starting to get drowsy around one and Janet offers us more coffee and one of those chocolate chip muffin things each. Nicole Sandler was on,
and now we are back where we started from.
I am out of cigarettes. I made a
deal with Francis after breakfast this morning to buy five Times for a dollar,
but now I’ve used them all up, and still have six and a half days facing me
again till I get paid. I see we are now
on page seven.
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