Which Reminds Me

Yes, and all that they had to do was to rename the naacp to something more indicative of the color of a mud fence, but anyway, who ever thinks about that? I don't want to say that, I don't even want to notice that, much less have to say that.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember, during the two years that we lived in that house on the street called Calle San Antonio Abad, when I was maybe 9 and 10 years old, that one evening we were invited to the birthday party of one of the girls who lived across the street. We go there and after the initial refreshments there was this Catholic box thing that they are going to carry back to its resting place a short distance away, so we agree to walk with them during this event, and we walk a couple of blocks over and turn up a street, and suddenly we are in a completely different part of town, a somehwat antique looking district that I have not seen before or since. And we are walking along and they are having this Catholic ceremony and I was feeling somewhat uncomfortable with being there, but anyway I am only 9 or 10 years old and I am not going to walk back alone when I do not know where I am. Later I hear some stuff online, people commenting about the rare presence of white people in that place, what are those white girls doing there, and so forth. So perhaps I was exposed to some things that I might not have noticed otherwise. 

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Yes, interesting how those guys from college used to be so funny, they were always so full of humorous little things to say, and now they are completely dead. What happened. Take for example Dave Rogers. Nothing but a uppity-up corpse remains of that formerly funny guy. Deader than a doornail. Worthless. I could name a few other who are similarly dead. Up is a hollow prize for a shallow mind. 

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Yes, that was sort of weird. Tim Triplett led a group of people from church, to a nearby jail/reform school facility, where we were to put on a religious program for the benefit of the incarcerated persons there. Tim made a big show of choosing Lisa Oped to perform in his skits. I was not chosen to perform in any skits. Ok, fine. Whatever. The weird thing about that was how she berated me for pretending to belong to the drama club, which I had never claimed to belong to, so whatever. Yes, so I never belonged to Heidi's drama club during college. Ok, fine. And why is Lisa Oped pretending to have attended college in California, unless she is prepped for staging by Jennie Cerullo, who seems to be well connected to the Italian community here in South Florida. And Jennie herself was only a cheerleader, although at the Halloween party she played the role of mafia grandmother in a skit with some guys that I do not remember much about, I only glimpsed that from a far distance and the sound system was not that good in the gymnasium so I could not hear much of what was happening on stage.  

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Yes, interesting how no one can explain who was Art Bailey. Why do I think that he belonged to the drama club people? Maybe you could explain something about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, looking back, I could have done some things differently, but then again, anyway, it seems that my failure was already written into the script anyway, so that is a limitation that I have to work around somehow, because anyway, it is not only about what you thought. 

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Yes, those guys might have been Heather's friends, but anyway, I cannot quite see how that boomeranged into the ozone layer as a warped dingbat, and also, who cares about their stupid opinions anyway? They are very vociferous and forceful about putting their voice out there, even if nobody cares what they think anyway, and also, that should be erased from memory forever, because anyway, sometimes you may say one ting, and then later you realize the context was not anything that you thought, a completely different thing, so just shut your stupid mouth. Consider yourself rebuked, Cousin Idiot. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, those guys at college would seem quite high-strung, but then when you remember that they are probably all negative types who are overdue for some corrections, then I do not feel so bad bout not having the coolest blood type. Nobody needs my blood type. I am the opposite of a universal donor, so I just don't matter, basically, and anyway their opinions were not requested. Enough said about that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone was telling me about their experience of being a.collector of the offering, passing the bucket around at some campaign held by some major campaign evangelist, perhaps Benny Hinn although I am not sure which one, and they were bothered by the strict controls that were placed upon the bucket holders, they were to immediately hand over the bucket of money so that the buckets could be locked away and the money counted in seclusion. Yes, it sort of makes sense that they would want to have strict controls, and that volunteers would not be allowed to just carry away wads of unrecorded ash in their pockets. After all, they need that money to fund who knows what lifestyle, and the bucket passer is just a stupid slave. Shut up, you stupid slave.  

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Yes, I am fortunate to have zero connection whatever to Jennie's Care-Us program. To found a non-profit requires something more than just a profit motive, but anyway, Jennie's program is so completely uninteresting to me, I cannot imagine ever going there. I hope they were not expecting me to do something to assist their funding, because anyway I could not care less about that. Sociology majors. I could say something about sociology majors but I would rather not involve myself, I would not want to make myself the issue iin some weird argument that was not my problem.  In contrast to Jennie's Kerus Global, there is Heidi's Iris Global, both operational in Africa, and both of these founders having attended my college. So what about that? Why are you asking? Why am I getting all of this mail? Weird that I would sort of get something about that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that the Mediterranean diet is often touted as a healthy alternative. You probably would not starve to death living there, even if the logistics would be impossibly expensive, similar to something I read in gossip magazines about Palm Springs, a place for rich people to retire, but  too many water restrictio9ns for comfort. We have no water restrictions in Florida, we have plenty of water not living in a desert. If there were a specific job to discuss that would be one thing, but just to speculate would be an exercise in futility.  

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Yes, and there is also the question of whether Jeff Campbell is related to Ann Campbell, and how can that be so, why would they be so shy about explaining each other, and also why should I care? Is not Jeff a fat, ugly slob with all of the personality of a cardboard box, notwithstanding Dauna's crush on him? Why should I care about Jeff's personal life? Why should I care about his Argentine angle on that as contrasted to the Chilean angle of the Buenos? Either way, Coneheads are notoriously weird, so why should I care what they do in terms of regional slang words? Already, the standard dictionary contains more words than I could ever possibly retain in memory. 

Just the word for such a common household word as dishpan is represented by a variety of regional words. In El Salvador it was a 'guacal,' but ChatGPT fails to list that in its explanation:

The English word “dishpan” can be translated into Spanish in several ways depending on the region and the exact kind of container meant (wash basin, plastic tub, dishwashing bowl, etc.). Common Spanish words include:

• palangana — basin, washbowl, dishpan
• barreño — tub, wash basin, dishpan (common in Spain)
• palancana — variant of palangana in some regions
• batea — shallow basin or tray, sometimes used for dishwashing
• lebrillo — large earthenware basin (traditional Spain)
• ponchera — plastic basin/tub (common in parts of Latin America)
• tina — tub or basin
• cubeta — bucket/tub; sometimes used for dishpans
• lavacazuelas — literally “dishwashing basin” (rare/literal)
• recipiente para lavar platos — descriptive phrase: “container for washing dishes”
• artesa — trough/basin (older or rural usage)
• fuente — basin/tray in some contexts
• lavadero portátil — portable wash basin

Regional preferences:

• In Spain, barreño and palangana are most common.
• In Mexico, cubeta, ponchera, or tina may be used.
• In the Caribbean and parts of South America, ponchera is frequent.
• Older or literary Spanish may use lebrillo or artesa.

If you want, I can also list:

• archaic/historical terms,
• dialect-specific words by country,
• or words specifically for a rubber/plastic kitchen dishpan versus a metal wash basin.

 

 

 

 

 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that when Jennie Cerullo was in town, she gave a special speech expecially for the Italiana, but the rest of us white people were not invited so I have no idea what that was about. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that the five clique went camping, and they were all sleeping in one tent, and it sounded sort of miserable. I was glad that I was not there to share the miserable experience of being stuck in there with orrible Rosanne, such a worthless chatterbox Drama Queen with really nothing to say. Her entire shtick is just making other people feel guilty about something, even if who knows what that might actually mean, 

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Yes, it is true that it was not unusual for me to hit home runs at softball, and also I did well at volleyball. They were often applauding my sports success with slogans of carrot-top slugger (although my hair is not that carroty of shade) and also "Chiquita Pero Matona." Oh, thanks Joan. So ridiculous. How can I regulate my reputation while people are screaming all this crazy stuff? It gets very confusing, and I should not push my luck that far, people don't really care that much about me and what happens to me. Only I seem to be worried and how to get through high school without further mishaps. 

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Yes, when one is not really all that rich, one often hears these trite and overused cliches about how your options are limited to joining the military so that they will pay for everything or else getting a sports scholarship to college. Either option does not appeal to me. It would seem sort of hypocritical for me to say that I am so glad that I am not one of those overwrought sports dogs, and yet that is sort of how I feel about that. You already have your gold medal to talk to, so don't bother me with that silly sports stuff.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, they are fond of reminding everyone that some people prefer to live in their little closed box systems, us four and no more and that sort of thing, so that for those whose circumstances do not fit so neatly into the closed box, they are not going to fit into such a hostile environment, and they may have to look around for some other solution to their life story. 

Thomas was online for a long time, powerfully so, saying that we could not be classified as Christians and/or U.S. citizens, because we did not attend the Union Church during high school. I did visit there maybe once at age 10 or 11, at its older locations, with a friend, and also once during my senior year we performed our stage play there from girls'' choir at their new building. 

However, how would I have attended the Union Church? I did not have a car and did not know how to drive. Did Tom or Fred ever offer me a ride to the Union Church or invite to their other functions? No, that never happened. Thomas and Raymond were full of mostly F- words because he was sort of boring with really nothing to say. They were not worth mentioning. 

Also, my Dad is in the country as a missionary with another church, having attended a year of language school to speak Spanish well enough to teach and preach, so that it would seem sort of inappropriate for us to attend church in English when our job requirements dictated otherwise.

During the evenings my Dad often would visit various churches around the country and also taught in the institute and other things.

On Sunday mornings we attended the central church there, in Spanish, so that part of my religious life is in Spanish, not that it matters that much given that Jesus speaks any language. Our job was to establish them there, so that they will not need us later. They are self-sustaining now so we can now think of doing other things without having to check back with them all the time. If they need us they can work through the church organizations that are there for that.

 

 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, you would need to remind me about the logistics of how many Polacks are required to accomplish the task at hand, because I never remember that type of thing. I am terrible at retelling jokes, I forget what was the punch line, so you will have to retell the jokes all by yourself without any help from me. 

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Yes, I did have a copy of "Addicted to Mediocrity" during high school, the book cover is mainly what I remember about that book, although that was not the book that I was reading that particular day. I am not remembering the title of that at the moment, just that it haad to do with gloomy predictions of the future. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember one day during high school, probably a Saturday, I was reading a Christian philosophy book, and Lois Bueno happened to stop by our house and saw that I was reading a book, and glancing at that, rebuked me for reading some dark gloomy book. And then another time I was reading a book, and she stopped by our house and saw that I was reading a book by Willard Cantelon, having something to do with end-times Bible prophecy, and she said that he was such a gloomy depressing person, that I should not be reading his book. Apparently she knows other things about him than just his books. So I probably should not let them see me reading books. Do they ever read books? I don't know. But just wearing a "Lively" mask does not count for actually reading the book.