Which Reminds Me

Not long before I left school I was walking across campus and ran into Sandra who told me she would soon be marrying a Catholic. Her sister Cynthia was not there at the time so she might not know about that. So there was not much for me to say about that as not many details were offered. Anyway, some persons were confused. We are not related in any family way to the Smiths or the Santiagos so it is hard for us to understand why we are still hearing about these minor details so many years later.

Which Reminds Me

I should be asking why the riff-raff idiots of Michigan are swarming around us like flies, stinging like bees, as if I could ever be impressed by their unbelievable stupidity, as if they should be surprised that the seeds they planted in the first place should be bearing fruit now. But I really can't say anything nice about Ohio either. So perhaps there is nothing for me but Toledo.

Which Reminds Me

How can you not know that David is a disgusting little weasel? Why are you trying to attach David? You should know that public warnings have gone out about David so you really should beware of sharing any personal information with him. There is no telling how your information might be twisted to suit some hidden and nefarious purposes that are not so apparent on the surface. You should know that David would not be shy about sharing all of your personal information with the Devil himself and the Bible tells us that the Devil is a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour. David might try to make you feel guilty about not sharing everything with him but remember that we are hidden in Christ. We put on the righteousness of Christ. We wear the righteousness of Christ as a garment. We put on the garment of praise that we may be protected from the snares and wiles of the enemy. So enough said about that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is a bit awkward to have these rather fat and ugly Santiago dogs trying to position themselves as vampire seductresses having stolen every available male on the planet by virtue of being willing to go farther when actually we all know that these ugly girls generally get so desperate that they will go for whatever slobbering idiot they can get, which basically describes the fat ugly girl complex. Thus we heard Sandra saying that she married outside her religion, a Catholic, because probably she was desperate and what else could an ugly duckling like her expect, after all? I never met him and don't know anything else about him, but knowing what a fat ugly dog Sandra always was, I can imagine that he also would be a tedious and uninteresting bore. So I must apologize for this lousy script but someone was obviously expecting me to say this about her. Really I don't care what she does. Just because we graduated from the same college, that does not mean that we really care that much what the dull and dreary Santiagos do. Whatever. We wisely know to avoid those brown bores like the plague.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is rather awkward for me to have these Spanish people such as the Santiago people posing as victims of me when actually it is the other way around, and besides they are actually Portuguese which I had not been aware of. I never really understood what their attitude problem was but I do get that they would just kill me if it were up to them. Eventually they would just kill off all of the white Protestants such as me and then the whole world will just be darkly Catholic. At least that is their plan as far as I can see. Which plan stinks in my opinion but whatever. But anyway, I probably wouldn't live long enough to see the end result of their intrigues. I would just be dead long before the actual plan is fully implemented.

Which Reminds Me

During high school in El Salvador my family had membership in something killed the "Club Del Prado." It was located in Colonia Escalón and its amenities included an Olympic size swimming pool, patio area with snack bar, tennis courts, a building that could be rented for parties although we never did that, and a room with foosball, air hockey and other such games. As far as I can recall it was strictly a recreational thing. There was nothing ethnic about it that I can recall. We often went there on Saturdays and summers mainly to go swimming although we may have played tennis and foosball a few times also. There were no books involved at our club. Some other Americans also were seen there at times. There were other similar membership clubs in the city perhaps with more and better amenities but ours we thought was one of the less expensive of this sort of thing that become available to us somehow, I don't quite recall how we got started there but it was nice to have some place to go as long as my parents paid their dues. Perhaps my parents remember something about that. Anyway, when I returned to the country a few years ago to visit someone was saying that our former club had later been transformed into a private club for Arab people so we can no longer revisit that place, ourselves not being Arabs. Oh, I had not known about that. It was certainly not an Arab club at the time that we lived there. Anyway, I never really had any inside information about the ownership of the Club Del Prado at any time. For us it was just a place to go swimming so I fail to comprehend the need for all of these bizarre lexicographical gymnastics. However, I do recall Bobby Bueno trying to use that in some political way, making some snarky comments about us being "club" people in order to position himself as a "non-club" person, the Buenos having not been members of the club, only guests of ours on various occasions, even though he knows very well that it was not that kind of club. Interestingly, Bobby also mentioned that after we had left the country he and his brothers sometimes gained illegal admission to the club by virtue of the guard recognizing their faces and waving them in even though they were really never paid members. So it does sort of rankle me that these people are using club cards in whichever way is to their advantage of the moment depending on whoever they are talking to, in other words talking out of both sides of their mouths.

Which Reminds Me

I am suddenly reminded of my Spanish language studies in high school. I remember hearing the name of famous Spanish dramatist Lope de Vega but I do not recall having actually studied any of his works specifically. The box does contain a copy of Calderón de la Barca's "Life is a Dream," but my sister's name is on this book so that was probably her book. However, the fact that my reading list does not exactly correspond to hers or yours is an irrelevant point. I may have read some other books that you never thought of reading. Who knows? Who cares? Just because our reading lists do not exactly match, that does not mean that only your voice counts for anything. I do remember reading that 1977 book by Sheldon Vanauken, "A Severe Mercy," which I remember discussing with Carol Long, but I disagree that his point was of marital compatibility consisting entirely of matched reading lists. I think that my reading list is really none of your business. It is a personal thing between me and God.

Anyway, getting an education is not a matter of rote and memorized reading lists. It is more about being able to get at the information that is needed when it is needed regardless of whatever your high school reading list was, although reading does help in that regard.