Which Reminds Me

Yes, I suppose that if I could do that over again, I would avoid the private clubs and just focus on studying. But anyway, I do not remember myself protesting any particular speaker. I have no idea who that might be. 

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Yes, weird that you would think that I would have anything legal to do in Virginia at this point. I live in Florida now so obviously I am not going to be voting in Virginia one way or another, whatever that meant. I am not keeping track of boring Virginia persons named Jennie, could not care less, have no clue what they are doing nowadays. I would not want to waste my ammunition on those dreary bores. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember, having read the diaries of great-grandmother, that she talks somewhat about the Republican Party activities of her daughter, who was my Dad's aunt, assisted by the colonel, to whom she was married at the time, before he died. I cannot say much about that as I was almost never there. She also talks about her son's going to San Clemente for some reason, but it is not clear why they would go there or what would they do there, meetings with who? I do not understand these cryptic points.  

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Yes, I hear that, and if you have to go in there and wipe out those guys, you should not be imagining that I would be shedding a tear for those pompous arrogant snobs. My only concern is to avoid any personal involvement because only the proper authorities can handle that, not me. 

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Yes, I heard them talking about how they stole some of the sacred fire, having sneaked upstairs and run away with that. However, who was saying that? And what did that even mean anyway? I feel no compelling need to parrot these phrases stolen from mythological narratives, so why would I care? 

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Yes, so ridiculous that i would imagine anything good could ever happen to me. Always so ridiculous to watch me strutting around when everybody knows that I am the most worthless garbage blood type of them all, in terms of numbers and other factors. How can I not know that I am such a worthless idiot? I can understand your need to remind me of that. I ought to know that I should just withdraw myself from the planetary existence, not to bother anyone ever again. 

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Yes, notwithstanding all due regards to the "Indiana Jones and the Tomb Raiders of the Lost Ark," even so, I feel that I should not be conversing with dead people. It would seem weird for me to want to socialize with those dead people in their stinky tombs. Leissez faire, perhaps a lazy fair, but safer to NOT go there.  

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Yes, why did I spend so much time studying music theory during college? Two years with Professor Elliott, and what do I remember now? As we were saying, sometimes perfectly legal music is not really that interesting. Usually the actual human would insert some interesting twists and turns along the way to finesse the matter. I am reminded of this point whenever delving into my Suno account, so fun, where sometimes I imagine I can see Professor Elliott cringing whenever the AI music generator crashes through some odd-sounding chord progressions, but anyway, it is not too jarring if only used for background noise. 

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Yes, I am always surprised to learn of some people that I am thought to be supposedly allied with, of whose existence I would be barely aware, much less have any strong opinion about, if it were not for you pointing out to me these unknown points. But they did make some odd arrangements behind my back that I was not particularly happy about, but whatever. You cannot necessarily pick and choose who was in your high school. It gets complicated. 

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Yes, I hope that I do not have to verbalize or put into actual words my desire to avoid any personal  involvement in the intestinal dogfights of the Bush family. They sent their family thug to beat my brains out for some mysterious and unknown reason. President who? That was before I knew anything about that, before the campaigns that I mostly avoided anyway, as if i should care about that. 

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Yes, I do think that somewhere in our photo collection, is a picture of the iguana that was caught scampering inside the roof above my bedroom, when I was about 11 years old. They had to hire people to come and catch it and carry it away. It was quite a large iguana. 

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Yes, it might have been interesting to ask that Bolivian guy what he might have known about the Tommy Anderson family, but then again I am reminded that he was so stupid that, yes, why bother. After a hundred years of things being thrown around, I really do not need those people for anything. There is nothing to be gained by arguing about points long forgotten, and much damage to be done. People have to move on from where they are, not from how things might have been. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing the story of how my grandfather lost his money during the Great Depression, because the bank collapsed and the money disappeared or something to that effect. Thus, I do not quite understand your excessive optimism on the topic of banks and bankers. Those fly-by-night operators are there one day and gone the next, so who can really trust banks and what bankers might say about anything? There might be good banks also, but how I would know which was which? That is all old news, not anything to bank on. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing the story of Vickie and Roy, how they were on a date during college, at Southwestern, and Vickie was saying that she so much wanted to run out the door and escape, but decided not to run away, and then Roy said that if she had run away that would have been the end of their relationship, and we can see that they are still married because she did not run away. So that was a cute story that they were telling us. 

Even so, I am not sure why that would be a thing. Obviously, you were not there to hear the version that we heard, or you would not be imagining that to be a thing. Why would that be a thing for you, to run away or not to run away? Every individual story is different than other stories, usually, unless you are some sort of warped AI clone of something else. 

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Yes, it is always amazing to hear from persons who are so perfect, they never got lost in the labyrinth. So I suppose that means that I am excused from further duties in the area of delivering the goods, thank you very much. No need to stress you out by imagining that I would ever be applying for any job there. I can read the writing on the wall. 

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 Yes, I vaguely remember my decision NOT to join the military, and I still feel the same way about that. They were really NOT my problem.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember that one evening Laura came home with her date, who was a geeky nerd socially mal-adapted rocket scientist, and the radio was on at the time, tuned to that radio station that usually plays only mellow music, whatever that meant in the mid-1980s, and he made some comment about the song that happened to be playing at the time, which, yes, sometimes you don't really think about what these songs are really saying. It was only the radio. 

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Yes, I really do not care what Greg thinks about anything. Why waste my breath trying to argue with those primitive creatures who unthinkingly spout the party line, whatever that may or many not mean. It is just not worth even trying to talk to them, and besides which I don't even care. 

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Yes, I do not know why I did not mention this before, but clearly you have mistaken me for Laura Entz, who was a roommate of mine for about a year in Maybe 1984. She said that I was mean to her cat, but I did not like the way she allows her cat to freely range upon the kitchen counters, to rub against the clean dishes in the dish drainer. After she moved out, it was sort of a relief, although it took a lot of scrubbing to finally get rid of the accumulated cat hair. Enough about her. I did meet some of her friends, but that does not go very deep. What was the name of that guy? Yes, I have completely forgotten them now. Twenty-five years ago I might have been able to remember some of their names, but not anymore. No more of that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during 10th grade, they took us on a field trip to the nearby movie theater, Cine Presidente it was called, to see that movie that was hailed with such fanfare, "The Man of La Mancha," which, among other characters, featured the actress Sophia Loren performing the role of Dulcinea. I heard that later some guys were harassing our classmate Francesca, who is Italian and although not really a clone of Sophia Loren, sort of that type of Italian fashion plate. I did not hear the details of that so I really cannot comment beyond being aware of some disturbance over there where their lockers are at the other end of the alphabet. At the same time, I was being harassed by Quique, who thought it was so funny to harass me with that song that Don Quixote sings to Dulcinea. 

I sort of heard by osmosis that the Italians have an axe to grind, imagining that Sophia Loren was not a good choice for the role of Dulcinea, for ethnic reasons, because the Italians imagine that Dulcinea might just as easily have been of another ethnic heritage entirely, with a complete different physical appearance. However, proving that to be a Galician redhead is so off the wall. I cannot even think about that. Who can prove anything at this late date, given the cloud of fiction surrounding the original novel by Cervantes.  

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Yes, you have to feel pity for these simple-minded persons who imagine that the U.S. Congress is going to solve all of their personal problems. Congress is a great governmental power of the legislative variety, and it is always good to have some persons elected there who know what on earth are they doing. But anyway, it is somewhat similar to the police, nice to know it is there if I need it but don't really need it for anything personally, because if I needed that, then that means that maybe something wrong happened, that the system needs to be fixed. Hopefully not.  

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Yes, I do not remember myself adhering to the belief that all Catholic women are trashy sluts, but there is that cliche. I was not going to mention that, but if you insist.....

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Yes, I am completely insulted that you would allow that filthy dirty Arab skunk Kicky Siman to run over my life with his utterly stupid fictitious mockeries. You ought to be prosecuted for selling out to those repulsive horrible Arab scum but we don't do that. We don't really talk about that. 

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Yes, I tend to think that it was a bit awkward for me, having to pretend to be a friend of Bill, when actually I do not like him very much on a personal level. Back in the day, in 1982, that was an interesting experience, but if Bill wants to reunite his old band, he will need to find some other keyboard player and/or girl singer. I am really not all that interested in reliving those old things of the distant past that I would rather forget about anyway. I am completely out of music now. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember noticing that sometimes people down there think that all white people are rich and possessed of unlimited Monopoly money to fund these jet-setting exploits and/or mockeries. But that is their naive and ignorant expectation. No, not all white people are rich, there are poor white people also, but neither would I want to say that I have nothing. We have this treasure in jars of clay, as the Good Book says. But anyway, whatever. You cannot just script all of these vain conceits and expect that white people are going to just blindly jump on board. Maybe not. Maybe I have other priorities than their privately held agenda. 

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Yes, I really am planning to speak more eventually, after some of this confusion gets cleared out, but anyway, of one thing you may be certain, I am not going to nominate your lousy script for consideration as deserving of an Academy Award. Definitely not. I never had any plan of going to the Caribbean, that was some crackpot scheme cooked up by maybe Rhonda Rockefeller, I am not sure exactly who said that, but definitely that was not my plan. 

Perhaps that was your backhanded way of suggesting that I go live in some cardboard box. As if. No, definitely not. My basic needs are few but I do require Internet access at a minimum. 

 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, one can only wonder what part of "No" did your magazine subscription salesboys not understand? Twice I was accosted by those guys. Ok, I would give you a drink of water to quench your thirst of wandering and yet not buy the magazine subscription. The second time I was more prepared not to waste my time with your sales gimmicks. Go!

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Yes, I vaguely remember back in the day, when we were living in El Salvador, Ann Campbell, who is a Canadian, came to our house with her two friends visiting from New York. She wanted us to meet them. From our house we walked to the McDonald's behind our house, and had lunch there with those two people from New York, a teenage girl and her little brother, but beyond meeting them there was nothing to say, their vocabulary being limited to words, it becomes impossible for me to remember what were their names, only that they had a serious communication problem. There is nothing more that I could possibly say about that. Another complicated thing that Ann throws at people who have no idea what she is talking about anyway. If I never hear from those New York people, so much the better. I could not care less. 

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Yes, I probably should be thinking about other recipes for using the crockpot more often, but then it takes so long to cook that way, and then cleaning up is such a horrible mess unless I have those some of those plastic liner crockpot bags on hand to contain the food.   

Which Reminds Me

 Tes, that was so rude. What was the name of our intern that summer? My phone was ringing. She reachs over and picks up my phone, says F into the phone, and then hands me the phone, and then I am supposed to recover from that. Unbearable. But if you are only listening to phone taps you might not have noticed that. Only some people in the office might still remember her, but I forget what her name was. Only that she was blonde. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember learning that you pay those boring Swedish people big money to work for you, so I am not sure that I need to stick my foot in that or take the bait that you offer. As if I did not know you would me in the back in a heartbeat depending on which way the wind is blowing. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was sort of awkward, trying to cooperate with that lowlife scum Mexican family. Weird, but awkward. I was trying to not be mean, it was Becky who said that about her, that is to say, her brother's girlfriend, not about me, she was not talking about me, although she might as well say that about herself also, but it may be necessary to finally kick Becky Gonzalez to the curb, even if she did eventually marry a white man, along with her brother's boyfriend, because, anyway, I cannot be expected to later keep track of those garbage people. You really do not have a valid excuse for doing that. I thought that I had disconnected permanently from the garbage Gonzalez family, and yet later I am still getting all of this mail from people I can barely remember having made the superficial acquaintance of.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember during college, there was a time when you were talking to Lynda, while I was sitting in the back seat of your car inspecting some of the "Rolling Stone" magazines tucked underneath the passenger seat. I do not understand how you can read that weird stuff, completely off the wall, unless maybe you were sicker than I had thought. At least, reading too much of that could definitely make you very sick if you take that too seriously, better to read the Bible and other more wholesome things than that. But I did not verbally express my opinion at the time. But many women's magazine are equally despicable, so that is not a gender theing.  

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Yes, I cannot say that I did not have a few moments when I was getting myself a bit sick in the head, and needing to clean up my act, but anyway, I am probably not quite a sick as the wretched miserable Whetstone witch who was briefly married to that Honduran gay man-warlock Ronald, who apparently had no use for women, so what would they know? You really should not be getting all your information from those dead people. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that the Republicans sold out to the Italian mafia, where poor white people are not welcome. Yes, and how are we supposed to compete with all of their flashy Jane Dough? We have nothing comparable to that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing someone say that they had to let Bill go. See Bill go! Go, Bill, go! 

It is jsut as well that Bill find some other place to perform and do his thing. Put him on stage somewhere and let him perform his Irish tenor act and bang on his drums. That is all there is to say about Bill. Go, Bill, go!  

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Yes, I vaguely remember when I was about age 13 having lunch with my Mom at the department store restaurant which is decorated with various paintings and sculptures of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza. These characters are a dime a dozen down there, but my mind has blurred on whether that was Freund's or Siman's department store. I forget. 

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Yes, I do think that if I bought the book from eBay or some used book vendor, that does not constitute any material support directly to the author, given that the secondary used book market does not constitute any revenue directly to him. Besides which, what evil could be expected from some childhood acquaintance? 

And there was that online conversation about whether I would help them with reattaching the head of Saint Thomas More to his body, buried separately, and even if you could manage to stitch that together, would it stand up and talk and be alive again? No, probably not, that would probably be a useless pursuit.  

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Yes, I noticed that it was your choice to hire that Latina witch Debbie, so obviously it will be your responsibility, not mine, to do whatever she wants. Not my problem. I will not care, I will not lift a finger, do not bother me with your Debbie garbage. 

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Yes, I see no reason for me to wade through all of this dense literary verbiage, beyond noting the title of the book, that is to say: "Utopia Undone: The Fall of Uruguay in the Novels of Carlos Martinez Moreno." Sometimes it is better to leave the books on the shelves unopened without delving into their dreary contents. My brain does not want to absorb even that. 

Coincidentally, my late grandfather had something to say about St. Thomas More, who was the author of "Utopia," but I doubt there would have been much correspondence between our More and Kenton's fallen Utopia of the Uruguayan variety. More's book "Utopia," is still considered a classic even if somewhat controversial, but anyway, these Spanish authors are not well known in Engliish and/or American/English circles so it is hard for us to say much about them and the dreary grooves of dismal thoughts that may be reflected there.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I see that you already have your appointed yellow phone, so why are you bothering me with that stuff/ Some yellow phones are better than other yellow phones, to be sure, but anyway, your yellow phone was not my problem. Those Swedish make the worst yellow phones ever, but yellow phones named Sylvia are also quite useless and bothersome. But anyway, you got to know when to hold em and when to fold em, as the saying goes.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing something about Kenton Stone, so I looked around and found his one and only book, fallen within the category of literary criticism, analyzing some boring Uruguayan author, the country where he lived for a number of years. I only remember him from when I was 8 years old, so it is sort of annoying to be mistaken for his little sister, who has no choice of brotherhood. She is stuck with that, whereas I can more or less explain how I do not remember those people either. How dare they pretend to attend my high school in El Salvador,  leveraging their distant cousin Anita Stone, who I remember as a pompous arrogant snob. It is not like Stone is ever going to have any other place in my life. And he is not even properly Spanish, when that is only his Spanish language, not really his cause, only observed from the viewpoint of a native English speaker, as someone online was saying. So you may have your Ph.D. in Spanish and yet not be widely accepted due to an obsessive preoccupation with your own personal idiosyncrasies and beer bottle parasites. 

 Oh, did I read somewhere that he received a grant to help fund his writing? But then if he bombs it will not be so easy the next time around to get any grant funding for just another boring mishmash of whatever Spanish literature. Technology has progressed greatly in 200 years. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that I did not make it past the three-month probation for the telemarketing job in Virginia Beach. The person who laid me off said that I had not met the sales quota so there was nothing more to say about that. There was another guy working there who succeeded and he saw me at school and was talking about that and suggesting that maybe I did something wrong, which I cannot imagine how that could happen. All I ever did was read the script so they could not be complaining about that. The only other thing that I can think of is that I failed to buy the crystal thing that was offerd for sale during a break time. But there was no remedy for that. We were as grass that quickly fades and is shoveled into the fire, as the Psalm says. 

Weird that I would be getting mail about that years later, from Ed or whoever that was, attempting to reconfigure the story.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was Carol's idea to assemble all her friends who live on that block to have a party in the driveway at the front her house. I never would have thought of that myself, but there is a certain type of logic to that, come to think of it, even if a sort of useless and un productive point. But not much can be expected from them, as experience has shown. This is the type of thing that happens when we rely entirely on them  to have our best interests in mind, when actually  their only thought is to blow up white people. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember McLemore as being a lower classmen when I was a college senior. What happened to her later is a mystery that I cannot explain. 

Sometimes people write surprisingly nice things in my yearbook when I had no idea they thought of me at all. Or maybe some people would rather not write things in my yearbook so, OK, fine, I do not want them to be stressed about what to say there, whether good or bad. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I did think that was sort of rude, Wilson expecting me to explain away his own Persian cousins, as if I even knew they were all related until they said that. And I cannot even talk about my own family in a public way without tripping on my tongue, so what could I possibly say about them? Nothing actually.