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January 12, 2011

“The Exoricst” and “The Birds” In the environ air. A ride down the Jersey Shore thinking about New Year. January 12, 2011 | The Exorcist

Filed under: November 2009 — Tags: , , , — earthood @ 9:23 pm

My head is swimming in snow, facts, minutia, resolutions and unrequited epiphanies. Just a few resolutions forthcoming here. Can you jinx the big R if you share it on a blog? Did I read that in the Congressional Record? It cost $28 million to print the minutes of Congress. That’s a lot of French fries with sea salt. I tried that girl with red pigtail’s French fries last night before the snow; loaded with freaking sea salt. I could’ve used each fry (singular?) as sand paper; salt just hung around abrasively. Can’t a fast food company deliver the poison without the salt? Salt kills; raises blood pressure and taxes the kidneys(tea in the harbor time). Resolution; no mas fries; we threw them in the garbage. Speaking of French (I love my subtle segues), the 9 billion people projected to inhabit the Earth by 2050 need not starve in order to preserve the environment. A key report on sustainability came out recently based on a 5 year model exercise by the French national agricultural and development research agencies. And I was really worried about sustainability; might even write a novel about it. In between snow storms, I took a trip on a sailing ship and when I reached Jamaica and Belmar, I stopped. The abandon( tinged in white snow piles) of the Jersey shore in winter is priceless. Maybe every Garden State resident ought to drive up Ocean Avenue past a few towns and look at quaint, history, the ‘Summer of 42,’ the Atlantic, all beckoning and remindful that we’re supposed to have emerged. Meanwhile the movie just mentioned is a magic carpet ride; especially the drug store scene of an extra helping of jimmies(sprinkles if you’re from Brooklyn) and prophylactics(am I dating myself?) hidden well behind the druggist’s counter.

The Exorcist

I passed Spring Lake with its Victorian ambience. A return trip to mother earth someday would find me in a house with seven gables facing the ocean. Movies were made in Spring Lake. Next stop Belmar. I recently found a picture of a group of young people posing for a picture on the beach, everyone bunched together, lying on laps; it was dated August 1937. Distant deceased dear cousins making merry, happy and content, far away from what was happening in Germany. I thought about the war (on the other side of the ocean) as I parked facing the boardwalk. And I thought human potential, determination and co-operation. In the late 1930’s, it took 300 days to make a cargo ship. Then the war came in December 1941 so it took 200 days. Then 100 days. Still not fast enough for the war effort. Then in 1943 it took one day. Next stop Bradley Beach, the place of my ascension in 1968; so many remodeled homes; probably around $1 million each now. Finally Asbury Park and passed the ‘Stone Pony.’ Another R; if I make that return trip, I’ll see Bruce there. And I’ll get to Woodstock, Haight-Ashbury and Monterrey. What a wonderful idea popped; similar to Kramer’s Peterman bus tour; I’ll hit all the aforementioned spots one carefree summer (and Sedona). I’d also go to Wellington in the tiny Cook Islands (population 12,000) in the Pacific but they got their first case of HIV positive and their government doesn’t know what to do.

The Exorcist

The movie ‘The Birds’ scared the hell out of me even though I saw Hitchcock in the beginning standing outside a pet store reading a newspaper (nice personal touch).The colorization with partly cloudy skies all the time and sense of impending doom, aviary tension with slow methodical build up has me still talking and thinking. Thousands of birds recently fell from the sky in Arkansas (blackbirds on New Year’s eve). Birds fell from the sky in Louisiana and Kentucky too. Sweden reported 50 bird deaths a few days later. Are they Hitchcock’s birds resigning environmental devastation? A revolt or revolting development? Two million fish washed up dead in Chesapeake Bay. The Baltimore Sun said it happened twice before (winter kills). But no one has an explanation why. Of course we lost plenty of fish as a result of the Deepwater Horizon spill. Curious how many of us, sort of, kind of forgot about that. In August residents of Fairhaven, Massachusetts noted thousands of Menhaden fish were washing up on beaches. No real explanation why, except maybe the fish are sensitive to environmental changes. All these examples of strange ‘kills’ with empty explanations make me think of “The Exorcist;” another movie which scared the hell out of me.

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 Exorcist? Why you ask? Pharmacology made me do it. A little girl utters profanities as part of her condition (presumably Tourettes) when there is no way she could’ve ever heard those words before. So the medical establishment doesn’t delve but doses her up with haloperidol, a powerful tranquilizer. Fish and birds are dying and authorities dose us all with causal tranquilizing statements about lightning, cool or warm temperatures and too much sea salt on the French fries. In the first week of this new year, officials in Kent, England reported that devil crabs were washing up on the coastline in massive numbers(40,000) The experts blamed the UK’s coldest winter in 120 years; perhaps an exorcism of reality. Let’s not leave Brazil out. A hundred tons of dead sardines and catfish landed on their beaches. I love their excuse; environmental imbalance; another dose of exorcising tranquilizer for all of us. And Italy. A thousand birds and two turtle doves in Faenza, Italy were found dead(beaks stained). Check out this exorcised excuse tranquilizer: the birds stuffed themselves with sunflower seeds from an industrial site. Now to Afghanistan and birds (not dying) but disappearing. Birds there are instrumental in getting rid of locusts and vermin. In huge numbers Myna chicks wind up in Iran because they fetch a lot of money. When caught in villages they get 50 cents for each one. In the town of Herat they bring $5.50 a bird. In Iran they sell for $40. Moving on: 5 killed and 7 arrested as South Africa clamps down on rhino poachers. And while on an animal subject, according to an Austrian study, love does not only make humans dazed and confused, it also has similar effects on guinea pigs. Who pays/authorizes for these studies? Better appropriations to tell us why birds and fish are dying.

The Exorcist

 Back to my Jersey shore ride. Notice I perseverate about Jersey shore (a little coat tail effect to the TV show) I like talk about absurdities. I worry about environmental issues and the fact that 48 fishing nations couldn’t agree in November to protect the spawning grounds of the vanishing Atlantic Blue Fin tuna. My hand is raised from the back of the room while the whole class watches a little boy’s tongue stuck to a frozen pole. Why?  Because a big blue fin tuna just fetched a record $396,000 in Tokyo. Well it’s the new year. Nothing changes.  Hey, you either get it or you don’t; that’s a wonderful epiphany. Notice I didn’t capitalize new year and my Microsoft word just underlined it in green. Green is a wonderful color and theme. Back to resolutions. Resolve to eat more squash and other orange and green vegetables; they are high in alpha carotene and people with the highest levels enjoyed a 39% lower risk from dying(from any cause). Somebody out there please tell us why the birds, bees and fish are passing away. All of a sudden I see ‘Norma Rae’ standing on top of a bench with a sign ‘Union.’ I think of the union of American people who could build a cargo ship in one day because of co-operation. Then I think of the place where laws are made with two distinct aisles. Imagine time: I’m driving down Ocean Avenue in a red convertible with a surf board protruding. It’s going to be a bumpy winter and spring. I can’t wait for all the birds who abandoned New Jersey for points south to come back. I think I’ll buy a bird feeder; a good last resolution.

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January 5, 2011

“They Shoot Horses, Don’t They?” ( a 1969 movie) The Jersey Shore has a racetrack. New Year lists and growing a new heart (science stuff). Molds? January 5, 2011

Filed under: November 2009 — Tags: , , , , — earthood @ 12:09 pm

A few have asked about how I write this blog; if you only knew; it’s like I open a window to air the room out and a gust of wind rattles the verticals and slaps my face into sensibility and all of a sudden there’s a blog subject. I did air the room out two days ago. Rufus from Atlantic Beach was visiting for a long weekend. We bonded, became closer friends. I had to briefly leave and he cried by the door when I left to run an errand (1% milk). Bonding meant a lot to me; it made my day. Then hearing a commentator’s(loosely used)(you can contact me for more info) insane remarks about executing someone (a human) who was unkind to dogs, my mind started shooting all over the place, thinking randomly and wandering in a thought desert for nearly forty years(it seems like). Give me liberty and a microphone and I won’t say/think evil, stupid things (even for ratings). Then there was the aircraft carrier commander who made that insane home video aboard ship, thinking it’s funny and proper. What was he thinking? Career now over. But there was this movie I saw back in 1969, “They Shoot Horses, Don’t They?” The movie moved me back then; still saddens, depresses, overwhelms, transports and emotes. People did those dance marathons back then(1930’s) to earn a few dollars to survive. They ran around endlessly like in a horse race (the barker yelled, “Yowser, yowser.”). Stands were filled with spectators (the Roman coliseum) cheering the couples on; some contestants holding each other up by the twenty hour mark, one having inevitable cardiac arrest (Red), one woman late in a pregnancy (risking her unborn child) and Jane Fonda(Gloria), depressed and weakened in spirit, tells Michael Sarazzin(Robert) that she’d be better off dead and tries to convince him to shoot her, saying “they shoot horses, don’t they?” Gut wrenching, isn’t it? 

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That was 1930 during the depression; eighty years ago. Last year when a big store had a sale and opened the early morning door, people ran, trampled and someone died. My son does the Netflix thing a few times a week. Why didn’t Blockbuster see the handwriting? I try to guide some of his selections; wanted him to see the above movie; also “Midnight Cowboy” and “The Graduate.” A theme to my cerebral madness; social commentary. Those that forget the past are condemned to relive it. For the first time in history, the 112th US Congress will be broadcast live on a social network, Facebook, with swearing in today (Wednesday Jan. 5). Facebook now is flirting with 600 million members, more people on internet hit the site than Google(roughly 8% of all internet hits are Facebook), Goldman Sachs has invested $500 million(they put together a lot of small investors into one so the SEC doesn’t bust Facebook’s chops) and Facebook now is worth a cool $50 billion.(all in a few years). I once built a small miniature golf course in my backyard in Newark; four holes; one with a water trap. Two days later my mother made me cover it all up. Twenty years ago I ran to Staten Island and waited in line in front of a newspaper/magazine store for four hours to buy a lottery ticket for the NY lottery worth an unbelievable $20 million. I was convinced I’d win, after all someone has to win. Calmly and confidently I bought 5 tickets yesterday for the $355 million Mega Millions. Someone has to win. So someone from Idaho won (and to think years ago I thought of moving to Burleigh, Idaho for no particular reason). More to think: all those people bought tickets to that lottery swelling it’s total take from $240 million to $355 million almost overnight. Some of those people waiting to buy lottery tickets were pregnant, some were depressed and thought it was a way out; some were newscasters and reported that most winners come from poor big cities. They shoot horses, don’t they?

 So what’s this stuff about Jersey Shore race tracks? Monmouth Park is a great, near the Jersey beach and ocean race track. My father took me once and only once and afterwards we drove into Long Branch for a hot dog, ice cream and a walk on the boardwalk which of course used to smell like a telephone pole. I know he didn’t win that day (even though I was pretty young, I could sense demeanor) Yes the race track was shore to please. It’s another world and not the soap opera then or the new one now. What was learned at Monmouth Park, I wrote in an essay at Maple Avenue Grammar School(entitled ‘what I did over the weekend). Some people win and some lose. There’s a mold and not the one that grows on bread and may cure acne once it gets refined in one of Jersey’s many drug factories; the mold is life and dictates winning, losing and acceptance. Last week before New Years, I felt just like this picture, ready to go out on the town, for local Asian food and cheese cake (cherry). And yes there’s a blonde in the picture.

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a Roy Lichtenstein painting.

  And no, as a friend from London queried me yesterday, I’m not partial to blondes or any color. Just the way the cookie crumbled on the counter. We decided not to go out at last minute. It was part of the mold. Don’t need Times Square and a million people. Don’t need a million dollars. Don’t need to wait in line for four hours to dream about winning a lottery. Don’t need to win a horse race because I can’t. It’s not in the mold. It’s for someone else. That same twenty years ago, I went to Monticello Raceway with a friend and handicapper extraordinaire (one of the best; he never loses). We pooled our resources and bet on 27 separate horses total in all the races and lost every race. Another slap in face by vertical blinds. It’s not my mold or place in the sun. This whole gig on molds is part of a major spiritual epiphany. I play tennis twice a week and ride the exercise bike full throttle for over 90 minutes everyday. Tennis game is still improving (so my partners tell me) which may mean I’m not aging traditionally. I write novels and blogs so the cerebral stuff is all intact (a better mold to be in upon introspective analysis). But I’m not giving up on Monmouth Park (not for mold breaking but a neat place to spend an afternoon and do a character study.(Damon Runyon-esque) and then head over to Seven Presidents Beach for some sun(under an umbrella with sun block 40) and surf and then have a wonderful Jersey shore fresh fish dinner near the boardwalk. You folks in Idaho don’t know what you’re missing. Meanwhile, taking Vitamin D supplements and doing a lot of exercise prevents falling down and not being able to get up in older age.  Speaking about cerebral. Here’s a Jackson Pollack to show what I’m feeling just about now writing this. It nailed me.

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 So it’s a new year (not capitalized anymore). I love the lists that come out; to review, preview, digest, digress, egress, progress and undress. So the best companies (incomplete list) to work for: Facebook(there it is again. what a world. I’m melting. I need an arctic cold front. I’m a snow man waiting for another blizzard) Southwest Airlines, Boston Consulting Group, Career Builder, and Shutterfly. ‘Daily Beast’ came out with a smartest people list(incomplete list): Jon Stewart, Bill and Melinda Gates, Sherri Fink, Steve Jobs, J Craig Venter(amazing stuff with genomes), Mark Zuckerberg(duh, the Facebook and ‘Social Network’ guy and I’m a big fan obviously. Of course why didn’t I think of that?) Best cities to raise kids(incomplete) Rowland Heights, Cal(near LA), Niles, Illinois, Crafton, Pennsylvania, and West Seneca, New York(near Buffalo, a lot of snowmen building). AND cities with worst bed bug infestations (why so many in Ohio?):Cincinnati, Columbus, Chicago, Detroit and New York. Finally teeth sinking time into relevant lists. Top Scientific Breakthroughs of 2010(incomplete list):For the first time, scientists were able to use direct fossil evidence to make a reasonable interpretation of a dinosaur’s color(no comment); Treating genetic code as software, bioengineers at the J. Craig Venter Institute created the first self replicating, synthetically designed life in May; A new analysis of leftover radiation from the Big Bang suggest the universe was recycled over and over again; By taking chromosomes from one zygote — the single cell formed when sperm and egg fuse — and putting them into a zygote stripped of chromosomes but still containing mitochondria, British researchers produced an embryo from genetic contributions from three parents(I’m thinking implications for the sports world. how high and fast). That’s it for lists. I do think about Reckless Ostrich, always on my shoulder. I do love thinking about redundancy; being able to grow a new heart one day if needed. I do love the new year; expectations, dreams, hopes and keeping molds locked in a bottom drawer. Somewhere I read about being grateful to the universe, sending out vibes to that effect. Gratitude is a wonderful experience. Understanding your mold is a form of arrival at gratitude. I think if I’m at a party and the hosts serve a mold(that Jello-like shimmery confection) I’ll excuse myself and walk outside and stare at the moon. Of course why would I stare at the moon when I have the stars?

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December 29, 2010

Jersey shore; epicenter of a blizzard. ‘The Fly.’ March of Wooden Soldiers; hidden meanings. A Jersey mind filled up; self service. December 29, 2010

Filed under: November 2009 — Tags: , , — earthood @ 3:01 pm

 

Jersey Shore

Much of the northeast is digging out from a massive blizzard; a  real blizzard with thunder, lightning, 60 mph wind gusts, lions, tigers, snow plow operators who are charging $250 cash for 7 minutes work and no reporting to the IRS, power outages, tidal flooding, ghosts( I saw a woman’s footprints in the snow but no woman. The footprints were headed towards this nearby castle at Pedyston Crag) speculative prices on white bread and 1% milk and endless local television reports emanating from abandoned train stations(perhaps reporters enjoy the desolation of a train station; no annoying civilians making funny faces in camera view) The all time state record for a snowfall was set at the Jersey shore in Brick(a town)(34 inches) and Belmar(the home of my meditative ocean jetty) had almost 31 inches. Jersey shore was epicenter. What does it mean? Will the prices of vinegar and French fries, frozen custard or a tilt-a-whirl ride on the boardwalk at Point Pleasant go up after Memorial Day since the shore was epicenter? With all the snow at the shore, it’ll be weeks before I can rest my weary mind and backside on the jetty at Belmar.

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 Several times during the night/height of the storm, I went outside, ‘brundled’ up(Seth Brundle was the ‘Fly’ character in the movie). I exchanged bodies with a snowflake; after all, no two flakes are alike (hard to believe). Look at me mom (today’s her birthday), “I’m flying.” Under a street light I sailed, carefree, cold and calculating(wanting to rest at the very top of a six foot drift off to the side, so no one would shovel or plow me the next day) What a world of snow, free form design, virginal mother nature and purist silence. I stayed the whole night on top of a drift, sparkling in the light beams from a street lamp, wishing and hoping we could skip the year 2012 and go right to 2013.  I was luckier than Seth Brundle, “The Fly.”(Jeff Goldblum). He stayed an insect; I reverted back from a snowflake to human form so I could shovel those same family flakes that I was once part of. I Remember Mama and the original movie ‘The Fly.’ Talk about terror and lasting images. When Vincent Price deposits a boulder on the human faced squeaky voiced fly, pleading for help, I was and still am devastated. There are a lot of voices at holiday time calling out for help but mostly unheard.

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I took a train from New Brunswick into Penn Station / Madison Square Garden with my son last night to see Rutgers play North Carolina; plenty of homeless people sleeping on floors and sidewalks, on top of flattened cardboard boxes or on the top step of a house of worship, doors closed(after hours). Sometimes hustle and bustle forced stepping over or near these human beings. I thought curious; for one brief moment all of us passed the birth canal, equally without access to cell phones, bottle of merlot, meth, Mercedes, Manolos’, Master-card, moon beams, or motivation. For that one brief shining moment we were all the same homo sapien.

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Laurel & Hardy from 'March of the Wooden Soldiers'

I lucked out this holiday season. Yippee!(who says this anymore. It worked when I was a kid getting a chance to watch the ‘Lone Ranger’ without my mother making me dry the dishes and miss the show) I got a chance to see ‘The March of the Wooden Soldiers’ twice; once on Thanksgiving and Christmas Day. Good old Channel 11 came to the rescue. A bowl of oatmeal with raisins and chopped almonds(for ambience) both days stimulated my amygdala etc.(Scientists have discovered that the amygdala, a small almond shaped structure deep within the temporal lobe, is important to a rich and varied social life among humans. “Primates who live in larger social groups have a larger amygdala, even when controlling for overall brain size and body size”, says Lisa Feldman Barrett, PhD, of the Massachusetts General Hospital (MGH) Psychiatric Neuroimaging Research Program and a Distinguished Professor of Psychology at Northeastern University) What if the writer of the screenplay for ‘March of the Wooden Soldiers’ was genetically related to Nostradamus? I don’t know why I watch the movie every year. Tradition? Tevye? I can’t play the piano or a fiddle. It saddens me; basically every actor in that 1934 vintage movie is probably gone yet they still haunt me. So the oatmeal made me observe obscure detail this year. I like Toyland; there’s a certain esprit de corps. The king is jolly, rotund, self serving and reminds me of a certain sub-set of folks here in Jersey that gather around a few days before the first Tuesday in November. I like Little Bo Peep; for the most part pretty conscientious about her sheep. It still bothers me what Gene Wilder did to a sheep in a Woody Allen movie. Now dig this, remembering the Nostradamus theme. Stannie Dum(Laurel) marries Mister Barnaby in the movie. Eighty-six years later this is the raging debate stateside whether these marriages are legal. And when one of the pigs disappears (and Tom Tom is implicated), Little Bo Peep testifies to the King that “the little pigs are friends of ours.” It means to me they were all vegans in Toyland, living in harmony with the animals, not resorting to eating them but living next door to the three pigs (albeit in smaller row type of huts. discrimination in housing still alive even in Toyland. another sad point). The importance of department of defense type thinking: Toyland is invaded by the Bogeyman. Even Toyland has defenses. A conscripted mouse mans a blimp and drops firecrackers on the Bogeymen (in my college frat house a crazy brother suspended an M80 firecracker in a filled bathtub, exploded it and took out the housemother’s apartment downstairs) The essence and future of defense spending: the March of the Wooden Soldiers. The message: let wooden soldiers (future robotics, rockets etc) do the work and risk their artificial existence. Human life is too precious) I like my oatmeal and jetty for thinking. I wonder about taking the dried oatmeal flakes, finding Jackie Paper and a bic lighter and seeing(after deep inhalations) if I wind up at a dream farmhouse, in Iowa, standing in front a barn and silo(must have a silo) with a pitchfork and a blade of grass stuck between a crack in my front teeth)

A few lines ago I spoke about vegans. I haven’t eaten red meat since 1975. A lot of reasons and no reason. Indeed confusing. I don’t want to get sued by Texas cattlemen after all I’m a homesteader and a netflix rancher here in suburban Monmouth County. I love Texas. But now hear this. A US study found that Neanderthals, prehistoric cousins of humans ate grains and vegetables as well as meat, cooking meat over fire (wow) in the same way us humans have done. However there is a prevailing theory that Neanderthals relied on too much meat which contributed to their extinction around 30,000 years ago.  My cholesterol by the way is 111. How do scientists know all this stuff about them? Evidence is found in plaque build-up in fossilized teeth.

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I shoveled reluctantly yesterday. The independence of snow plow people. I read an expose this morning by a snow plow operator who made $40,000 here in Jersey during the 1996 blizzard; all un-reported cash income. He went on to say how stressful his job was, the rising and falling of the plow, always careful not to damage. Here’s a great video on you tube that got 1.5 million hits in a few days of the blizzard in NYC and a snow plow, sanitation truck driver and brilliant thinkers. I love dim bulbs. I love people hanging out of windows taking videos. I love New York. I love Reckless Ostrich, the spirit back and well in my vibrations.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kt_r-jO3lKE

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I love future think in medicine. The Stanford Institute for Stem Cell Body and Regenerative Medicine has released a study that may, might, could lead to a cure for cancer. I know what you’re thinking.. There is a molecule in all cancer cells called CD47 that essentially tells the cancer cells not to eat themselves.  CD47 is present in other cells in the human body, but not active. An antibody has been discovered that, in short, deadens the CD47 molecule, causing the cancer cells to eat themselves.(With the CD47 molecule disabled, the cancer cells immediately feed on the first food source available…. themselves) I know. I know. I love. I need. I hope. I worry. I absorb as much as I can. Keep shoving stuff (information) into my head. Keep growing my telomeres. Keep taking my cocktail of 35 antioxidants and vitamins for 40 years. Keep thanking the universe for all my gifts. Keep thanking my readership (you all) for bringing way over 4000 people here to this Blog in December. Keep tweaking New Year resolutions. Keep working on a second novel. Keep appreciating my wife and son. That’s all there is. Keep celebrating New Years for another 50 years. Hey everybody. Happy Healthy Wonderful Amazing New Year 2011. I can’t wait for November 11th. I’ll tell you about it during the year.

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December 16, 2010

A 244,111 mile car trip in New Jersey: ‘From Here to Eternity.’ More reasons to love/need NJ Shore. December 16, 2010 | From Here to Eternity

Filed under: November 2009 — earthood @ 8:25 am

Gratitude at holiday time is good; so is the sun on your face. People are antennas; send out frequencies to the universe and you get back. One morning a few years ago, at Christmas time, I broadcasted the need to find a parking space in Metuchen, NJ. For twenty years I never found a parking spot. I did(right in front of the optical store I needed) and am constantly grateful for the gift of thought, awareness and responsiveness. Along those lines, need to report a few things. Drug filled(poison) mice were air dropped into Guam’s(I’d love to go there one day. And Guadalcanal) dense jungle to kill the invasive brown tree snake. And now hear this(feel like I’m in Schofield barracks in Oahu on December 7th, 1941): When competition for females is fierce, it makes some species like male field mice evolve bigger testes to trounce their rivals(from National Geographic).(alas I’m too old for that bigger stuff, borrowing a line from Scrooge). Finally, the non-profit group Partners in Health is expanding its use of solar power in Haiti. This is simply brilliant; a gift that keeps on giving as long as the sun shines. You folks ought to Google them. Meanwhile, Google is working on a service using “contextual discovery” for pushing information out to people before they’ve started to look for it, based on factors such as their web browsing history or current location. Big Brother stuff. My wife just yelled, “It’s scary.” One more thought since the essence of my blogs are streams of consciousness: I suddenly wonder how many of the newly elected House of Representatives have passports.

From  Here to Eternity

speaking of big brother.

 One of my favorite movies is ‘From Here to Eternity’ starring Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr and of course Frank Sinatra(movie finally made him a star. Ask Mario Puzo). Black and white, somber; the movie starts out 6 months or so before Pearl Harbor at Schofield barracks. Beginning of movie; my favorite character, Robert E Lee Pruitt walks into an officer’s pool hall. The screen door closes behind him and you hear that lonely echo of wood bouncing around an empty surreal room. Pruitt had just finished telling Maggio(Sinatra) and Warden(Lancaster), “a man don’t go his own way is nothing.” Here’s my stream of thought. Last Friday I had to drive to eternity; the longest black and white drive I ever took in New Jersey. For the whole 244,111 miles, I was Robert E Lee Pruitt (Mongomery Clift) Why? I thought for a long time driving across the state, south and west. Pruitt was a rugged individualist. Didn’t want to box for his army company; personal reasons. He never backed down. I’m just like Pruitt (so I’m thinking while driving last week) Believe in righteous things and you stand up for them.  I got fired once from a job; sticking up for a young girl who was harassed by the store manager because she was in an inter-racial relationship. I was fired from yet another job because I was told by the boss(and steadfastly refused) to cheat Medicaid by submitting fraudulent claims on prescriptions (1981. Store and old boss ‘Long Gone.’ A great baseball movie, by the way) Long lonely car trips driving to eternity make me think streams.

From  Here to Eternity

Last Friday was cloudy, gray and cold; almost like the movie “Last Picture Show.”  New Jersey’s mid section was endless. I was fulfilling a commitment to a friend because loyalty is a wonderful concept. Sometimes I think it’s gone the way of my favorite transportation modem, the Conestoga wagon. I was rugged driving across the state. I thought I was in Texas; farms, forests, and flat surfaces everywhere. I was scared driving to eternity; my first time exposed. I wavered about this day, suddenly feeling not rugged anymore. Maybe I speed up and get a ticket, turn around and go home with an explanation and email to my friend. Now I was in Alaska looking at a moose at the side of the road; its horns shook up and down as if a salutation to me. Alaska is 5000 miles away; the mileage is adding up. Schofield barracks another 5000 miles away. I saw a little farm house; a pond with a dock that looked like the one they used in the movie ‘Key Largo’ with Bogart and Bacall(2000 miles away). What if I run out of gas? I’d have to call the Royal Canadian Mounted Police(Sergeant Preston) I was lost in thought but still in central Jersey.

 The road didn’t want to end. Garmin, in a British accent, kept telling me to turn left. Each time the road was blocked by a big fence and occasional barbed wire and ‘no trespassing’ signs. Finally a check point in a pre-fab trailer. Window rolled down and papers handed over along with a picture ID. He told me to roll down the back window too and asked which place I was going to. I said, “The camp.” He said gruffly, “This ain’t no camp.” He pointed to the left at a beige building way down the road. The point was like the ‘spirit of Christmas yet to be’ pointing to Scrooge’s gravestone. I parked and voided myself of all life form wallet things just taking a plastic bag filled with singles and fives for the vending machines and my driver’s license. I walked in the wrong door and almost into eternity. Back outside, an arrow, like the spirit’s finger, pointed to a visitor’s door which opened to a large room with a variety of vending machines along the side wall (first thing I noticed). To the right was an obscene mural of a tropical beach with palm trees. I signed in while my ID was processed. There were metal seats and small benches; men in dark green jump suits sitting, talking and eating. My friend was paged. A door opened. In three months, he lost 25 pounds and looked wonderful. Eternity will do that. We hugged. I love hugs; mankind’s greatest communicative invention. After an hour of talk, some half-whispers, I offered to buy my friend a Tasty-Cake apple pie and hot chocolate. He walked with me near the machines but couldn’t touch the money or machines. We talked for four hours. As a writer, I kept observing faces and listening to stories and descriptions. I saw no holsters. Everybody was so well behaved. I guess no one wants the buildings across the street with more barbed wire than that island off of San Francisco that Clint Eastwood escaped from in a movie. I emoted; sadness, withdrawal, resignation and helplessness. Too many whispers. Time for more hugs and goodbyes. I’ll be back. I miss him. Friendship is the best kind of ship; not like the cruise ships that have been tossed all over the oceans lately. I re-traced my steps and exited. A huge dark green jet was taking off overhead. I sensed it was going to Afghanistan. By the time I get to Phoenix and home the mileage read 244,111. Eternity was a long memorable bloggable day.

 Switching gears. Back to the Jersey shore. No place like it. The shore in the abandon of the winter is pure solitude and thought. Find a restaurant in Red Bank, Rumson or the Highlands, have some pasta, merlot or cabernet from a brown bag, drive to Sandy Hook, pull up to a beach and walk in the sand preferably barefoot; absorb energy and spirit from Native Americans who lived here a long time ago. That’s really living and a kind of eternity as well. Don’t do it alone. You need the holding hand stuff on the beach. Jersey shore beaches are perfect for winter hand holding and seagull chats. Now to serious thoughts about my/our Jersey shore. Liberty Natural Gas has applied for a federal permit to build an ocean pipeline and connect it to a proposed gas storage facility 16 miles off the coast of Asbury Park which of course is near Bruce Springsteen’s old haunt, ‘The Stone Pony.’  Those that care need to learn more and protest while you can. We don’t need any more industrialization of our oceans. I wrote an interesting editorial for an organization trying to stop the building of a coal firing plant in Linden with ramifications for our ocean off the Jersey Shore. Here’s the link for editorial.

 http://stoppurgencoalplant.org/http:/stoppurgencoalplant.org/why-linden-why-not-rumsen-a-frankenstein-moment

 Holiday time. It’s 4:44 am as I write this; awash in sentimentality and gratitude for the gift of words, thought and readers. Thinking also about Reckless Ostrich on my shoulder with the sunshine. Now all good things. Always. In all ways. Happy 2011. Maybe I won’t watch the ball come down this year. I say that every year since Guy Lombardo stopped playing “Auld Lang Syne.” Does anybody know what that song means?

 I do get commercial occasionally. Commercial is good. So is sunshine. Check out the novel website. A great gift idea, stocking stuffer and all year around gift to give a wrapped autographed novel, ‘Vichy Water.’

 http://vichywater.net

 Book Trailer on You Tube. 65 seconds long:

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qj2ko9gcC_M

December 9, 2010

“It’s a Wonderful Life.” Marriage & Weddings. The Jersey Shore: why I love it. December 9, 2010

Filed under: November 2009 — earthood @ 3:44 pm

I’ve got a lot to say today. Perhaps an introduction; get ideas flowing. Love the holidays. Been watching ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ with Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed for 30 years(of course at holiday time). It is a wonderful life filled with absurdities, barriers, brick walls and pastel roads; yellow ones too. Need to explore the theme: me thinks I’m George Bailey at times. Last weekend I went to my niece’s wedding; a fairytale event. Been thinking about the institution of modern marriage now and during the time of Christopher Columbus. Finally, I’ve also been blogging about the Jersey Shore over last few months. There are reasons: I live and love by it. I meditate on its jetty nearby. And I lived near the shore 300 years ago or so. A dear new old friend from Seattle(we lived across the street from each other on Goodwin Avenue in Newark 50 years ago) and a damn good psychic believes I was a Native-American around these Jersey parts in a previous life run. And so do I; been haunted by curious feelings for a long time. Introduction over.

 A few weeks ago, I drove to my jetty at Belmar by the Shark River; it was still warm; sixty degrees. Parked my old SUV with duct tape holding up a rear bumper(did you know $1.99 duct tape at a depot store accomplishes the same as $1111.99 bumper work at a body shop? and never mind) and noticed the bridge over the Shark River. “Goodness gracious, sakes alive”(John Wooden, coach extraordinaire, used to say this as a ‘bad’ expressive expletive and so am I now). I noticed that the bridge over the troubled water of my favorite river in the world looks just like the bridge in Bedford Falls where George Bailey stood and pondered his demise. Then he jumped into the cold icy waters and Clarence, his guardian angel appeared and rescued him. I walked on the bridge before it lifted for a passing fishing boat(Sedona II) and looked down. I am George Bailey. Aren’t we all?  I wasn’t contemplating demise or jumping right then; I was there to stare at the horizon. George had Mr. Potter( a mean rich unfeeling man) to contend with. I’ve got a few Potters; some awful close. George was devoted to the Bailey Brothers Building and Loan. I was devoted to a company which made me want to jump into cold water. I’ve had people close to me with that same cold water coursing through their veins. When George was at wits end, his angel came to help and illuminate. Five years ago I was taken into the world of angelic intervention (all documented and witnessed) when I was feeling lost. Spirit is real, powerful and exists. At this holiday time I realize just how powerful it is.

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 I’ve started writing a second novel to pay homage to spirit. Back to George Bailey. He sacrificed himself to let his brother Harry go to college. I transferred to Rutgers back in 1965 for the same reason.  George cared a lot about people and right things to do. He had Mary Hatch to go through life with. I’ve got my ‘Mary’ whom I met almost doing a ‘Charleston’ dance on West 86th Street. I wonder if they remade the movie today, who’d play George Bailey? I bet a modern screenwriter would make George environmentally aware. I am. George is now like me. Role reversal. 

 George would be worried about cell phones. He’d be protesting cell towers in Bedford Falls(I lived on Bedford Avenue in Brooklyn when I first got married). I saw the loveliest cell phone tower just yesterday in East Brunswick. It was covered with fake Evergreen branches to make it look like a tree. If a child uses a cell phone it can alter behavior development; scary stuff. Scientists in Holland observed that cell phone usage in a city park kills the plant life. Mobile devices may cause cancer. I think we need George’s spirited fight now. As far as Federal standards are concerned: if the radiation from your phone isn’t cooking your brain, it’s regarded as safe. 285 million Americans have cell phones. 83% of 18 to 29 year olds are wired all the time. George, help us. A recent study was done. People who chatted via cell for just 30 minutes a day for 10 years saw their risk of glioma(the type of brain cancer that killed Ted Kennedy) rise by 40%. Best to keep cell phone 6 or more inches from your body and use a corded headset. George does now. Even wireless routers emit high levels of RF(radio frequency) radiation. So do cordless phones. The phone base is like a mini cell tower. Go back to wire phones and wire hangers(to hell with Joan Crawford) Laptops radiate your pelvis(means testicular cancer and birth defects and who knows what else.) Even baby monitors. Yes, it’s a wonderful life. Technology. But rampant little caring and not enough research. Not enough George Baileys around.

 Last weekend I went to my niece’s wedding on Long Island. A fairytale began for them on the first day of ninth grade when they first met. Nine years in the making.  But still synchronicity and meant to be. A wondrous weekend of love and devotion shared by 450 guests; 160 of their friends). My niece is angelic looking and perfect. My new nephew; handsome and perfect too. A perfect couple therefore. I thought about institutional marriage sitting in a hundred year old chapel(‘colonial George Washington was here’ ambience). Marriage has been around since human’s day one but before cell phones, canned tuna and youtube. We’ve come a long way since then with no changes. But if they had canned tuna back then, would the rules of modern marriage been different today? Canned tuna does make all the difference in the world. So does thunder, lightning and not knowing what to make of it.

  I learned a little about marriage this week from an old Cro-magnon cousin. My mother always told me that we had Ethiopian and Cro relatives. Actually we all do. A friend did that saliva test. Marriage is a big deal today. Look at all the fuss with Kate and William. Funny in 1960 nearly 70% of all American adults were married. Today only about half. Back then, 66% of twenty somethings were married. Today just 26% are. My niece and nephew are 20 somethings and college grads. Today college grads are more likely to marry(60%) than those without higher education(48%). A recent survey tells that 44% of Americans under 30 believe marriage is disappearing like Asian tigers and blue fin Atlantic Tuna(called extinction).Two thirds of all divorces are initiated by women. Back then(1960) 40% of wives worked; now 60% do. I was at a Rutgers basketball game two nights ago. I wondered about the cheerleaders, canned tuna and what’s going to happen to them in a few years. Traditional marriage awaits? There is an awful lot of cohabitation going on now; people not getting married. Perhaps the economy. Hard to live alone these days. I think about a past President’s daughter who recently got married after cohabitating and a wannabe’s young recently pregnant daughter. 40% of babies born now are to unmarried moms.

 An awful lot of change going on. Too much for this blog. I’m so thrilled for my niece. Marriage is a wonderful experience and journey. Maybe it’s best for my niece not to read this blog. Then again, why not? Ostriches are not going extinct. Speaking of ostriches: looking for Reckless Ostrich with sunshine on my shoulder.  It’s the holidays. Time for cheer, new resolutions and looking at family pictures. My cell phone is ringing and I hid it and can’t find it.  Wishing, hoping; imagine peace and love and no global warming. Merry.Happy. Healthy.

 This pix is dedicated to my niece. It is entitled. “A view from a wedding.” 

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"A View from a wedding" For my niece and nephew.

 Great stocking stuffer gift suggestions. The novel ‘Vichy Water’ comes wrapped and autographed and chimney delivered. Available at:  http://vichywater.net    

check gift suggestions.

 Also youtube book trailer for ‘Vichy Water’ :

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qj2ko9gcC_M

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