Which Reminds Me

Yes, that sort of gives the mistaken impression that I would be desirous of learning more about David's icky boring life, as if everything were all about him, especially now that he has basically sold his soul to Israel, which, fine, that works for some people, but myself actually not being connected to those Israeli people who are selling airplanes, and gossiping with Marion, I really don't see the point of continuing this pointless conversation.

Wnich Reminds Me

Yes, I am seeing that Royal A. Dixon was born in 1885, even though his father reportedly died in 1883. These are sad and troubling complications for a child to have to ponder. Is that a "Quitman" dilemma, but Quitman is his brother, not his "sister"? And anyway who would ever heard of the existence of the Dixons? The Mason-Dixon line is not a relevant factor in this conversation.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during the year I was at Evangel college, our dean's surname was Best, he was Dean Best, and he went so far as to have a slogan printed on stickers or whatever that was, "Be the Best!" and that was the chant or slogan of the day, we were often exhorted to "Be the Best!" 

Coincidentally, his daughter was a friend of mine, maybe she had been in some class of mine, I don't remember, she was so friendly in fact that when I was to go home for Christmas break, I was invited to stay at her house overnight and they would drive me to the airport, which was so nice of them. And at breakfast her father spilled his coffee on me, so that was awkward, but anyway, that was nice of them to make my life a little bit easier. 

Someone said later that he had been fired because of some mysterious liaison with some girl, although I had never heard any real details on that, so that was sad. I don't remember hearing more about what happened to them later. I did not return to Evangel for the second year so probably I would have learned more details about these things if I had returned.

 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that after two years working in the Deerfield office, I was transferred to the Fort Lauderdale office. I was to take the place of the guy formerly in Fort Lauderdale and he was taking my place, so we switched offices. In Fort Lauderdale the first thing to do was to go through a huge stack of papers and unopened mail. Amongst the stack of papers I ran across a strange photo of a man holding, ... what was that, a very long garden hose? .... attached to ....  so that was weird, the ad possibly a joke of lower quality taste that certain types of people would find amusing but ..... what to do with that ..... should I forward that to him at the Deerfield office? .... but that would be weird, he might rightly complain about why is this strange woman sending him this weird picture .... that could start things off on a weird path out of my control, not professional ..... how would those people react to that? .... I would prefer to keep my business relationships on the professional level.... yes, better to just put it in the garbage can, good luck trying to find that in the county landfill by now .... unless you had planted that in the first place, in which case that means that you are still sitting there waiting for me to react to that as if some knee-jerk automaton, but I have already moved on long ago from that point in history and I am not wanting to revisit these obscure points of ancient history, whatever that meant.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that Kennedy is planning to set herself up as the Queen of Ireland. Ha ha ha! or is she running for the title Queen of the Irish? Ha ha ha! Here in America Ireland is at best an off-campus hobby for those who still remember something more about that. I actually do not remember much. I don't have much Irish in me, judging from my parents' DNA tests, probably less than 10 percent, never mind about some superficial points, so obviously I am not going to need Kennedy to rule over me. No matter what I will be just fine without them.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am vaguely aware that they have cast me as the grouchy Red Queen in their private book of Alice, which stereotypical picture obfuscates reality and prevents any opportunity of asking them questions and prevents me from ever having any rational conversation in future with any of those angry little juveniles. Given that I will never have any opportunity to revise their Book of Cliches, I think that I am perfectly entitled to remove myself from their discussion, because anyway I never really understood what was happening and anyway I never was a Canadian.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it would be sort of dangerous for me to say or do anything about the whackos of TPL or TLP or whatever that is. I consider myself fortunate to have entirely avoided "doing" something about them, because I already have enough problems anyway. I have nothing to add to the historical record in that regard. I watch TV like everybody else on the planet.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, i suppose that you may be asking whatever happened to haunted Lori from college. I forgot about Lori, she was merely an acquaintance. I do not remember haunted Lori saying anything that could be taken seriously, one of those sweet people who gush and blither about whatever, but they never say anything that matters.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I forget who it was, whether Mrs. Grace Richardson or Miss Pilarinos or Miss Knox or one or another of our teachers at the little school, who was telling us the story of the Shibboleth, although some unfortunate souls could not pronounce that correctly, and were killed for their wrongly said Sibboleth. Yes, I suppose that there could be other examples of a Shibboleth device, although I cannot imagine what those might be, but the Shibboleth device is most clearly explained in ancient Bible times so that concept is really nothing new to be so surprised about.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, the scripting department is reminding me yet again that I am expected to say something about how you lavished thousands of dollars upon your trashy vulgar hoe Jessica and gave all the power to her, so obviously nobody is now going to bother trying to save you from your own folly, when you are so generously bestowing your gifts upon that repulsive disgusting Jessica, as if I should care about that piece of garbage. Ho hum!

Which Reminds Me

Yes, interesting how they are often expressing their fears of being attacked by some imaginary person whose name remains somewhat mysterious. However, they could not possibly be talking about me. as I am actually not interested in hearing more about that. They might be surprised to encounter an entire indifference and lack of interest in learning more about whatever they do.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I sometimes forget that my sister has an ex-boyrfriend, Gary Collins. Perhaps he has forgotten that he burned all his bridges behind him? I cannot imagine anything that I would need to discuss with him.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that during the year I was at Evangel, there were some people from Oklahoma there who shared with us their "Boomner Sooner" theme song. They expect everyone to be Boomer Sooners, which gets tedious for those of us who are not from Oklahoma and don't necessarily care about that. There are many U.S. states with their similar theme songs promoting one team or another. I don't necessarily identify that way.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember during high school, that Joan, who sits in front of me in the alphabetical order of 10th grade English class, was overheard to say that she had taken some of her sister's diet pills and became so hyper she found it hard to sleep for a couple of days. Speed?

Which Reminds Me

Yes, this strange proliferation of "pill" jokes seems a bit odd. If you were the maid, then you would have noticed how my mother takes a little pill every morning, because she has a thyroid condition, and she needs that to keep her metabolism going, and if you had asked her about that certainly she would have explained that to you long ago, as she explained it to myself also and plenty of people. I really don't see what that has to do with Dolly and Heather's silly "pill" joke. Some people really shouldn't try to be funny. They just can't do that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, there you are, chattering away as if it were I who had driven Dolly to the pharmacy to refill her "prescription." How could I do that not having a car at the time? I only heard something vague about that, but it is probably just as well that I did not have a car so as to avoid entangling myself in their co-complicit mess. Nothing I say matters to them anyway so why expose myself to further risks? No one would have my back or defend me in any way, so there is nothing to "do" about that.

Which reminds me that I heard what I thought was a message from Pastor Yeary saying that it was his family duty to defend the honor of Dolly who I had not realized was somehow related to them. Well, good luck with that Mission Impossible project of yours to which I cannot imagine that I would have anything to contribute of any value. If you don't hear from me again, just know that I have other projects on my mind, not you.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do remember that someone was talking about Pocahontas, and perhaps you like to fantasize yourself as the heroine of your own Pocahontas fairy tale, how would I know something else about that? Nobody ever tells me anything.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I would be remiss to think of enlisting in the joke competition. I am not very good at telling jokes, assuming that I could even remember at least half a joke, I would probably forget the punch line so probably I should not every try to tell a joke, much less vie for the prize of "better" comedian. As I was saying, probably there is always going to be someone better than me at something, I never intended to apply for the prize of best tiddlywinks championship player, so if my whole identity is dependent on being the "best" then obviously I am going to lose and so why bother? I have no skills at tiddlywinks. Why can't I just blend into the wallpaper like everybody else?   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember hearing the story about the fabled experiment that was made with baby care, in which the caretakers were instructed to not speak to the babies, and so there was no talking and no lullabies, only silence, and the idea was to see what language the babies would speak natively, without being instructed, and the result was that the babies mostly died, lacking the necessary simulation. That is sort of how I heard the story, although I am not sure if I am remembering exactly the way it was told to us during high school.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, and I cannot imagine there being anything that I would need to discuss with the Loony Tunes Grant Comedians family. given that I am not employed by that particular corporation, be it profitable or a nonprofit, nor do I have any interest in applying for any job there, nor involve myself in their lugubriouly depressing cause that I would prefer to leave to those who ought to be held responsible for their own problematic blocks and not be expecting that we are going to gratuitously waltz in there and relieve them of their responsibilities for taking care of themselves.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I was a bit shocked when that girl in New Testament Survey class expressed how offended she was that Dr. Kellner had somehow managed to use the word "asinine" in his lecture, I forget now why that was. I only remember her expressions of disgust and indignation, she sitting not far from me. I might have been a bit shocked but not to the degree of verbalizing something about that, giving the context of personality or something. Sometimes I think that aliens are listening to these conversations through a microphone embedded inside my skull.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am reminded of how when we were living in El Salvador, sometimes we would receive large packages from my aunt in California who would send along a variety of vitamins for our personal consumption, including the little yellow gel capsules said to be Vitamin E, a generally good thing to take for overall health, and also some other pills, I forget, maybe Vitamins A, B, C, D. I am generally no crazy about the idea of taking pills, but how can you argue about vitamin pills? How sick can you be?

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I suppose, speaking of rules for thee, that I also may be aware of other rules that are perhaps a mystery to simple-minded you. There are rules and then there are ethical considerations and so on. I cannot imagine how you New Yorkers get along with that whacko Hall flitting around on her broomstick. Why should I care about the existence of these New York celebrity snobs? Am I some whacko society photographer, lurking outside of every private party? Not at all. I am not paying attention to that. It is not enough to be born in Texas. You have to have a brain in your empty head, which apparently you have nothing in yours. So I see no reason to continue this conversation with the worthless idiots of New York.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, and wasn't that Baron who was dubbing Joe "Freshman" Graves? And who is Baron to be dubbing titles when he is not really all that titled himself, Baron signifying only his name, not his entitlement.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, and then there is the case of what Joe Graves said about Charlotte, but I only overheard something about that, I wouldn't go so far as to side with Joe Graves on that point and why would anyone bother to repeat that given that nobody really cared about Joe Graves' idiotic rantings, some people were calling him Joe Freshman because at the time he was on a sort of sophomoric crazy tear.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, interesting how my great-great-grandfather was Abner May, who died young after being struck by lightning, whereas Louisa May Alcott's grandfather was a Colonel Joseph May, a  Unitarian.

Tracing back our ancestor Abner May, however, I really do not see how we are connected to those other illustrious Mays, we were probably just regular folks. Abner only had one daughter, he did not live very long so there is not much to say about him.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, sorry about that, did not know that I was something to "do" something about something. How did I get thrown to the  Bering Strait scheme?

I vaguely remember during the one year that I was at Evangel College, Lisa Keating down the hall was often heard to sing that she was proud to be an Okie from Muskogee. Poor thing, she has no other choice than to be from Oklahoma City. I, on the other hand, have no contractual obligation to be an Okie from Oklahoma. My mother being from Texas, we tend to consider ourselves a cut above the Okie Roberts of Oklahoma. I really don't see the connection, but sometimes I don't see what else might be going on behind the scenes.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do think that I did see a movie of "Little Women," that I thought well done, great costumes, great historical period details, gives you a feel of family life in the 19th century, so farfrom the present time and now fast receding into dim and distant pictures from the past.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I would be lying if I ever said that I had ever actually read any of Alcott's books, much less professed to be a fan of her sort of blithering, although she does appear in the Authors card game, and anyway who am I to argue with an American whose successful writing career has attained legendary proportions? I don't know much about that. But of course, all white girls look the same to you, you obviously are unable to differentiate between the various types of white girls, all white girls look the same to you, easier to just put everyone in the same basket of transcendentalism that, anyway, had its place in 19th century history, but anyway there is much water under the bridge since that time, now approaching 200 years later.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, one can easily imagine that Hitler himself may have had a very high IQ, having achieved high honors in his National Honor Society. Lots of people have probably scored higher than I did on the SAT, and yet not having studied these points, I cannot have any idea what that was supposed to mean. Some people's heads are full of differential equations and parabolical formations, and yet, what is that but a useful tool for the engineering and scientific projects that may be assigned to them in the future to benefit mankind generally speaking? These are not the elements of the theological picture illuminating the meaning of these things.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am thinking that there is no way that I could ever possibly compete with Barbara Wilder. She and her brother Jeff Wilder were in our school during 6th grade, back in the days when jumprope was the thing to do at recess, although Barbara Wilder usually did not participate in that due to her beng flat-footed. Yes, I think that I too cannot compete with Barbara Wilder, because anyway that is not who I am. We are not the Wilder family.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, in that lengthy speech that you sent me, there was also a rant about Puritans, oh how you hate Puritans. Puritans were the perpetrators of witch trials and book burnings and other things of an extremely legalistic nature. Well, we cannot say that their holy war did not bear fruit in the centuries that followed, but now that the Puritans are mostly gone or exiled to Russia, what will be the fruit borne by the next generation? These questions are beyond me. That will be your problem, not mine.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that you sent a rather lengthy speech about Unitarians, about how many of the classic authors of English literature in the 19th century were actually Unitarians, or at least started that way, and, also there was a rant about Poe, whose personal life was an unfortunate mess. You aren't wanting to repeat the excesses of the 19th century, you said, and so to avoid the appearance of more good writers, you are going to lock people out of their own heads. How can you write when you cannot think about that in any logical way? Yes, well, I suppose that you can try to do that, you can imagine that I have no private and verbally unexpressed thoughts to consider. You certainly do have power to make yourself a complete nuisance, but anyway you don't know much, obviously, and you're not really the judge, so why do we have to listen to you?

Which Reminds Me

Yes, me leak? What leak? Why is everyone talking about that broomstick? She was nobody worth mentioning. The vacant stare in her empty eyes is somewhat off-putting. There was no reason for me to risk entangling myself in some unknown mess. Who is going to have my back? Obviously no one.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do vaguely remember that someone was talking about her pill philosophy, but she was married so she can talk about these things, whereas I am not married and so I really can't say much about that, I only know what I read in magazines, where is the ring on my finger that would entitle me to elaborate more fully on the topic of pills, I might take an aspirin for a headache but that is the extent of my pill taking, I am not going to respond to these idiotic promptings.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do not understand what you are expecting me to do about something. There you are, head full of Pollack riddles that only you know the answers to, and you seem to be expecting me to pull a rabbit out of a hat. This is an unreasonably weird and arbitrary demand that I, not having studied the magician's art, cannot hope to satisfy. I am just saying, I don't know much about that.

Which Reminuds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that we thought it was funny when you asked us how many Pollacks does it take to screw in a lightbulb, and we answered that we did not know how many, and then you told us the answer, which was some ludicrous number required to implement the tedious, overwrought strategy thus implied. I rarely try to retell these jokes because by now I forget the punch lines. I was surprised later to hear you chastising us for laughing at your own jokes.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I also do not think it seems fair, in a way, that some lottery winners may have millions of dollars in the bank, who did not do anything to deserve that. And yet the lottery system was instituted by the powers that be, by the various state governmental institutions and agencies created to administer that, and it really is not my place to say what those lottery winners should be doing with their money. I think that if I were to win the lottery, I too would want the privacy to make my own decisions about how to spend my winnings, free from interference from you nosy busybodies.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that much later, someone was saying that Jim was known to be living with some woman I never met apparently without benefit of matrimony, so one tends to assume that these people are gone away in their backslidden ways and there is no reason for me to be calling them back later. I don't necessarily need my brilliant mind to be tarnished by association with that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone was making a prolonged commentuary about that book by Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter, the display letter being an A, but as I was saying at the time, I cannot honestly say that I have read that book, although I may get around to doing that eventually, neither have I read the House of the Seven Gables, even while being a proficient player of Authors card game, but anyway, whatever, I think that my mother may have read the Scarlet Letter, but it sounded depressingly predictable. so many books, so little time. I probably have also read some books that you have not, needless to say.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do not understand all of this chatter about your private "Remain in Mexico" program. On our way driving back through Mexico, after our first furlough, we dropped off our nasty Mexican maid and are not anxious to more from her on the backend of that, needless to say, but I don't want to be forced to be rude to these poor Mexican people, so don't be asking so many impertinent, irrelevant questions. 

Which brings up the interesting point discovered while reading great-grandmother's diaries of a secret meeting held in California with the nasty Mexican maid, my great-grandmother, and my aunt and Vanessa. What is this secret agreement that they made between themselves? Perhaps you should be shipping the Warren family home to Mexico, because anyway, whatever they were talking about, that had nothing to do with me.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, come to think of it, whatever happened to Jim Loring, who was Michelle's friend, not mine?

I once had occasion for some reason to be giving him a ride in my car to church in my car, and at that time he expressed to me his profound cynicism about all matters religious. He thinks that pastors are only that way for professional reasons, not because they care, or something along that line. So that was sort of Jim's cynical view of things. I really do not wish to discuss these complicated matters with such a superficial cynic as Jim. He does not seem to be very serious about anything. It is better to just ignore his idiotic stabs at humor.