Which Reminds Me

Perhaps it would seem too sanctimonious to say this, but I am feeling sort of good that I never did succumb to the temptation that was dangled before me of submitting my resume to the Sleazily Swaggering camp of Luis y Ana. I never did that, although Mr. Rentals seemed so sincere when he spoke to me of their staff needs. Yet for some reason I somehow felt myself constrained not to apply for a place in that dismal swamp. We did feel a certain degree of pity for Mr. Head-Wall, whose prehistoric technology seems to leave him out of the loop in modern-day publishing circles. It seemed so cool in the 70s to have a room full of computers with huge spinning discs and blinking lights. But nowadays everyone has their own home computer. No longer do we have any need for a simple-minded Swedish clerk to laboriously code our documents by typewriter: for Bold, for Italic, for Underling, etc. My WYSIWYG editor does all the coding I need automatically without my ever having to think that much about it, thank you very much.

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Yes, someone may be trying to tell us that it is a long row to hoe, a long and winding road, a very complicated process involving a lot of time and money to take the crude out of the ground, refine it and put it in the gas pump for consumers such as myself to buy. Yes, how elementary, my Dear Watson. And 2 + 2 = 4. Yes, no one is arguing these minor details. No one will deny the fact that there are no easy answers. Were you expecting me to pull some answer out of a hat? Sorry but I never was any magician and I really have no idea how the gas and oil picture would work out in the end. I have no answers to questions about gas and oil nor did I ever suggest any. Enough said. Talk is cheap but money talks. Rich people may conquer in the end by killing time. Who knows how it should go?

And if the well is already capped and sealed, the task is doubly more complicated, in fact impossible perhaps. So whatever. Life is short. I have no more time for these imponderable reflections.

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Why do I have to live in this miserable state of Florida in such close proximity to all of these horrible people who I never liked anyway, those who always made my life so miserable , who only treated me like garbage? I would leave Florida in a heartbeat if I could afford to. Why should I be blamed for the sins committed by these dreary Florida people over whom I have no control and who refused to care about anything I ever said and who left me out in the cold? God in his Providence removed the Lampp from among us and all we can say is that perhaps it was for good that Florida lost its Lampp. How dare this shrill dog Andrea, the shrill Henry and Shirley, argue with the hand of Almighty God? Ultimately, it was God who extinguished the Lampp, not us. I was never interested in resuming the flickering Lampp dialogue, not that I ever really understood what that was all about. I was not tuned into that stuff back in the old days. I really wouldn't be able to explain or answer questions about that because I have no idea.

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I seem to remember that Rob attended the same college that I did but did not start there until at least three or four years after I had left. It is hard to imagine why I should care about Rob and whoever his college friends were. Rob always was a snooty pompous little rich kid. If Rob really likes living in India we would be happy to supply him with a one-way ticket to nowhere just to get him out of our life because we while we feel a certain degree of pity for these 'Untouchable Beggars' (where did I hear that joke?) we are also proud of our Horatio Alger schematics here in America, never having given India much thought, never having been to India, and thinking basically that India is much too late in the game to be telling us how our society ought to be organized when India has done such a lousy job for all these thousands of years. We will tell you. Or maybe we won't be telling you anything when it is really none of your business. We don't have "Brahmins" in America in the India sense although at times we have seen that word thrown around in some loose and mindlessly artistic sense. We really would not want anyone accusing us of trying to apply Hindu standards to American society when actually it was someone else who was guilty of trying to masquerade themselves as Brahmins. You know who you are.

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Yes, we did talk to some boys at other times during the junior high camp meeting at Pinecrest attended by Chari Ternball, Debby Laynge and other girls but I don't remember anything very specific. It is all very fuzzy in my mind. Is there something that I should be remembering about that because I really don't remember.

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Yes, it was a puzzling thought. What would I do if a guy I did not like would ask me out on a date? I would have to tell him that I only thought of him as a brother in the Lord, thus crushing his hopes and dreams of a life that included me. Well, it might seem a silly conversational piece for a 12-year-old but I must confess that I did say that and it might even be actually quite true when applied to the obnoxious Cederbloms, those guys who later often reminded me of this 12-year-old conversation with Sharri Turnbull and some other girls by often calling me their "Sister" in the Lord even though I actually don't recall discussing this with any boy. Ok, so, fine. My original comment stands.

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Yes, I really don't like the idea of being trampled upon by these crude and vulgar Italian dogs, as if there were anything reason for this nonsense. Um, not really. It is all politics, obviously. These Italians want to absorb us into their collective stupidity but I am not impressed. I will just die alone and unloved because I was robbed of my rightful choices.