Spontaneous Miscellaneous! (Formerly Random Thoughts, etc)
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After my HP Notebook, which I primarily used for writing and researching online, died and “HP Support” was unsupportive to provide any remedy, my regular writing faltered. You see, I am like the two-gun cowboy in the old western movies; in other words, I need two laptops, one for my words and another for my music. Words and Music are two of my passions.
To borrow the title from Sly and The Family Stone’s eighth studio vinyl album (1976), “Heard Ya Missed Me, Well I’m Back!” and with a new laptop!
Catching up: I just learned that lead singer of the R&B group, Starpoint, Renee Diggs, whose hey-days were in the 1980s, succumbed to the complications of a heart disease and Multiple Sclerosis at age fifty (50) in early 2005 Yet another “gone too soon” musical moment! All of these recent entertainer deaths got personal to me, “the DJ”, when Irene Cara left us last fall. I wish I had gotten her phone number at the end of our all night conversation at a New Jersey bar/nightclub, circa 1994 and had kept in-touch with her! I literally shake my head every time I think about it – like right now as I write these words.
In other make up for lost time news, I miss my strolls under the Jerome Avenue “EL”, walking on the sidewalk, glancing in the shop windows, stopping in the friendly butcher shop and placing an order – often for lamb shanks – when they were open and ultimately visiting the Gun Hill Bar at the top of the hill where the linguine Marinara with big ole shrimps was exceptionally delicious and the Tom Collins’ were magnificent while I waited for mine “to go”!
I belie stereotypes portrayed about people who look similar in skin hue to me; most are nothing like I; talking poor English and portraying negative attitude while still blaming Caucasians for their woes. Stereotypical thinking is lazy-brained, if one is sincere about getting to know another human being.
Now a new, unnamed poem from a forthcoming book’s collection:
Her name was Rone;
She was,
An alone poem
Why you wasted my time
Getting us nowhere?
All my guy friends told me
You were just a bear.
Why you never even wanted to fuck?
Many women I loved less did.
I canceled some upon your invitation;
Only to lose precious time
Returning alone to my tower apartment.
You should’ve told me from the jump
“Hey man, I don’t fuck, Okay?”
I woulda asked why?
Said adieu and never
Wasted another night nor day
Yes, persistently praying you’d give-in
She told me
Wet was her pussy
Wanting downward
With me to lay,
But just for play.
Who knows what she was really thinking,
It all came to a head years later.
I called her an idiot for not wanting me intimately,
Her reply was, “YOU an idiot!”
Yes I was, for even trying.
Belated
So, I’m at the Publix self-check out and one of my items is a bottle of Chianti. The young man clerk approaches to “validate” my age. “Are you sure you’re old enough to buy this?” he asks. I know he has seen me previously and discern he’s messin’ with me, so I play along. “What do you think?” I reply while pulling-down my COVID mask to flash my smile. “Actually, I have a big birthday is next week!” I continue. “Oh well, Happy belated birthday!” the clerk replies. Hmm, am I suddenly in a Star trek time warp? Although I generally do not correct people when I know what they really mean, but I was in my ‘English Tutor’ head, and it was slow in the store, so I said, “No its next week; ‘belated’ is when you’ve missed an event which has passed…” He wasn’t offended and my tone was not condescending towards you; he took it like ‘Oh wow, I didn’t know that…’ and thanked me.
Which brings me to the broader question, because that was not the first time someone has misused the adjective, belated, like that recently. I wonder several things: Are the younger generations really not paying that much attention in English class? Are native English speakers so confused by slang and “Ebonics” that it eclipses their correct teachings and intrinsic conversational skills? Like… “Really?”
“Happy birthday, in-advance!” another person at a store said to me. I can take that one better, linguistically it didn’t rile me up.
(ending) So, a belated Happy New Year! No, wait, a year cannot be “belated”…hmmm…Okay then, well, a belated Happy _ Day to you and yours, once in the rear-view mirror.
Kool Ronnie Beee
The first time of learning a close friend had suddenly died within the past year, without me being advised of it. I…..was absolutely FLOORED by this. OMG I called him “Koool Ronnie Beeeeee” all the time and he would chuckle like he always did. This hits my INNER CIRCLE of good “same tribe (like back in Africa) Brothas. He visited me in Nashville a couple of times and always supported me…”Mr. DJ” on the radio and in clubs from south Jersey to everywhere I gigged. OMGosh…I was writing my Xmas cards and came across his address, so I wanted to reach out to him to make sure his address is still the same…and a little 12 year-old kid (he texted me) replied this was not his number anymore. I knew he’d been kinda silent and going back through my texts, he alluded to having some kind of medical issue, but downplayed it, So I didn’t worry.
Dating Site Blurb II
And finally, the story of a man who cannot catch the kind of companion he seeks, between the sheets” (Isley Brothers smash hit song, btw)
He’d never done this before but figured to try it because the traditional way to meet ladies like in a pub or supermarket or just on the sidewalk doesn’t seem to work anymore and he hasn’t been to a party in eons; geez, who’d want to go, with all these amateurs packing pistols these days!
He was searching for this female who is beautiful inside and out, with long hair, a shapely figure, trustworthy, open-minded, drama-free and love to enjoy a great meal cooked by your man while listening to great music of all genres? Then wrote, “Do you appreciate a man who is a gentleman in public and knowledgeable between the sheets? Are you between 30 and 45 years, Asian, Caucasian Latina or European?
If you answered yes to any of the above and read this far that we might be able to have some chemistry and open to meet you maybe after we email here on the site or text and hear your voice on the phone…very much into TALK over texting/sms.
Around 5’5″ – 5’8″ tall and between 30 and 45 years of age; Asian, Caucasian, Latina or European. and fine! Education helps complete the equation” Yes, I saw this and wonder if it worked?!
I am working on a novel; possible mystery where in the end the owner of a dog called a “Roitwaller” (sp) finds its decapitated head in his garbage can, as he is putting the trash out for weekly collection. Dreaming is never out of season, and in my case – to borrow an old advertising tag line – “only from the Mind of “Minolta” (me).
Not bad for a rusty blogger, eh? ALSO, MAJOR props to WordPress Admins for intervening when some dickhead posted racist and insulting comments on two past posts a couple of months ago.
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