Saturday, April 21, 2018
fort anomaly kid 1889
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hawthorne_C._Gray
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hawthorne_C._Gray
Hawthorne Charles Gray (February 16, 1889 – November 4, 1927) was a captain in the United States Army Air Corps.
On November 4, 1927, he succeeded in setting a new altitude record in a silk, rubberized, and aluminum-coated balloon launched from Scott Field near Belleville, Illinois, reaching 42,470 ft (12.94 km), but died during his descent after his oxygen supply became depleted.
The record was recognized by the National Aeronautical Association, but not by the Fédération Aéronautique Internationale because the dead aeronaut "was not in personal possession of his instruments.
Gray was posthumously awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross for his three ascents on March 9, May 4 and November 4.
Gray was born on February 16, 1889 in Pasco, Washington.
He was the son of William Polk Gray (1845-1929), a prominent steamboat captain in the Northwestern United States, and Oceana Falkland Bush.
Hawthorne Gray was a graduate of the University of Idaho.
Gray served as an officer in the Idaho National Guard and enlisted in the United States Army in 1915, serving as an infantry private in the Pancho Villa Expedition of 1916.
Gray was commissioned a second lieutenant on June 2, 1917, and transferred with the rank of captain to what was then the United States Army Air Service in 1920. He began piloting balloons in 1921.
He placed third in the 1926 National Balloon Race and second in the 1926 Gordon Bennett balloon race.
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On March 9, 1927, Gray set an unofficial altitude record of 28,510 ft (8.69 km) in a balloon launched from Scott Field, but passed out from hypoxia in the thin air, regaining consciousness only just in time to drop ballast and slow his fall after the balloon descended on its own.
On May 4, Gray set an unofficial record for highest altitude reached by a human being, as he attained 42,470 ft (12.94 km) in a balloon over Belleville. Because of the rapid descent of the balloon, Gray parachuted out at 8,000 feet, disqualifying him from recognition by the Fédération Aéronautique Internationale (FAI), which required that the balloonist land with his craft.
On November 4, Gray attempted to set an official record. After reaching an altitude of 40,000 feet, he lost consciousness and died. His body was found in the balloon basket in a tree near Sparta, Tennessee, the next day.
The balloon's barographs showed that Gray had reached a height between 43,000 and 44,000 feet.There were various theories about the cause of Gray's death. He may have severed his oxygen hose accidentally while cutting open bags of sand ballast.
It is also possible that Gray became too cold and tired to open the valve on one of his oxygen tanks, or that an internal organ was ruptured by decreasing pressure. Aeronaut Albert Leo Stevens believed that Gray died during descent or on impact.
The Scott Field board of inquiry which investigated Gray's death concluded that he died because his clock stopped, causing him to lose track of his time on oxygen and exhaust his supply.
Gray was posthumously awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross and buried in Arlington National Cemetery
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hawthorne_C._Gray
Hawthorne Charles Gray (February 16, 1889 – November 4, 1927) was a captain in the United States Army Air Corps.
On November 4, 1927, he succeeded in setting a new altitude record in a silk, rubberized, and aluminum-coated balloon launched from Scott Field near Belleville, Illinois, reaching 42,470 ft (12.94 km), but died during his descent after his oxygen supply became depleted.
The record was recognized by the National Aeronautical Association, but not by the Fédération Aéronautique Internationale because the dead aeronaut "was not in personal possession of his instruments.
Gray was posthumously awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross for his three ascents on March 9, May 4 and November 4.
Gray was born on February 16, 1889 in Pasco, Washington.
He was the son of William Polk Gray (1845-1929), a prominent steamboat captain in the Northwestern United States, and Oceana Falkland Bush.
Hawthorne Gray was a graduate of the University of Idaho.
Gray served as an officer in the Idaho National Guard and enlisted in the United States Army in 1915, serving as an infantry private in the Pancho Villa Expedition of 1916.
Gray was commissioned a second lieutenant on June 2, 1917, and transferred with the rank of captain to what was then the United States Army Air Service in 1920. He began piloting balloons in 1921.
He placed third in the 1926 National Balloon Race and second in the 1926 Gordon Bennett balloon race.
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On March 9, 1927, Gray set an unofficial altitude record of 28,510 ft (8.69 km) in a balloon launched from Scott Field, but passed out from hypoxia in the thin air, regaining consciousness only just in time to drop ballast and slow his fall after the balloon descended on its own.
On May 4, Gray set an unofficial record for highest altitude reached by a human being, as he attained 42,470 ft (12.94 km) in a balloon over Belleville. Because of the rapid descent of the balloon, Gray parachuted out at 8,000 feet, disqualifying him from recognition by the Fédération Aéronautique Internationale (FAI), which required that the balloonist land with his craft.
On November 4, Gray attempted to set an official record. After reaching an altitude of 40,000 feet, he lost consciousness and died. His body was found in the balloon basket in a tree near Sparta, Tennessee, the next day.
The balloon's barographs showed that Gray had reached a height between 43,000 and 44,000 feet.There were various theories about the cause of Gray's death. He may have severed his oxygen hose accidentally while cutting open bags of sand ballast.
It is also possible that Gray became too cold and tired to open the valve on one of his oxygen tanks, or that an internal organ was ruptured by decreasing pressure. Aeronaut Albert Leo Stevens believed that Gray died during descent or on impact.
The Scott Field board of inquiry which investigated Gray's death concluded that he died because his clock stopped, causing him to lose track of his time on oxygen and exhaust his supply.
Gray was posthumously awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross and buried in Arlington National Cemetery
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born at sea oceanna
"The Queen Anne-style Captain William Polk Gray House
was built around 1899 Captain Gray was born in 1845
in Oregon City. In 1860, he began a career
on the steamboats of the Columbia River.
He married Ocia Falkland Bush,
who as born at sea
near the Falkland Islands
aboard her father's vessel. "
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born at sea aboard her dad's boat,
makes one a fckland
wishbone of sorts, so the corner balcony porch
in her Columbia River queen anne victorian
could espy her captain her husband her man
pilot up or down the biggest power around
the river untamed born at sea
born at sea aboard her dad's boat
born at sea aboard her dad's boat
born at sea born at sea born
at sea oceanna
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William Polk Gray was born to William Henry and Mary Dix Gray in 1845 at Oregon City. He was the second of six children.
Gray was introduced to sailing at an early age; at fifteen, he operated a mail boat out of Astoria, Oregon. At sixteen, he became Captain of a four-man crew primarily composed of Native Americans, which carried freight along the Frasier River.
Gray led expeditions to Alaska during the Alaskan Gold rush, ferried supplies and troops during the Indian Wars, carried automobiles up and down the Columbia, and ferried cargo across the Snake River.
Gray and his wife claimed land in Pasco, WA, where he became involved in city council and commerce.
He founded the first Congregational Church in Pasco in collaboration with Luther and Clara Wilkins.
W. P. Gray and his wife built their home in Pasco, WA, and Gray was employed with the Northern Pacific Railroad as captain of the steamer Frederick Billings. Three of the Gray daughters died from diphtheria during a two-day period.
The Grays survived their other two children, Willeta and Hawthorne.
Willeta passed away in 1922, and his last son, Hawthorne, died tragically in a successful attempt to earn the world record for high altitude in a free balloon in 1929. His writings reflect a deep sadness at the loss of his children.
William Polk Gray died on October 26 1929 at his home in Pasco, WA.
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"MARRIAGE BIOGRAPHY: (Excerpts from 'Reminiscences of Capt. W. P. Gray, Page 344)
"I was married on October 27, 1868, at Portland, Oregon. My wife's name was Oceana Falkland Bush. She was the adopted daughter of Mrs. Hawthorne, of Portland, a pioneer family after whom Hawthorne avenue and Hawthorne Park are named.
"My wife was born on her father's brig, the 'Rising Sun,' just off of the Falkland Islands while on a voyage around the Horn. I met her for the first time at the celebration over the driving of the first spike in the Oregon and California railroad in East Portland, April 16, 1868."
"I went to the river to take the ferry. I happened to meet my wife's adopted mother, who had just come over. I told her that I was going over to see Ocea and asked her to save me the trip by having Ocea get ready as soon as possible, so that we could be married that evening. She said it was impossible. I told her I was used to doing the impossible and I would make all arrangements and be there that evening.
The ferry quit running at 8 o'clock. I arranged with them to make an extra trip for us and promised them ten dollars an hour for whatever time it took after 8 o'clock. I hurried down town where I bought a wedding ring, hired the necessary cabs, secured a license, arranged with a preacher to be there and got Bob Bybee to stand up with me as best man.
I went out to see how Ocea was getting along. I asked her if she was all ready to be married that night. I never saw any one more surprised. Her mother had thought it was a crazy notion of mine and decided not to tell Ocea anything about it.
At first she said she couldn't possibly be married that night, but when I told her that the preacher would be there, the cabs were hired, the ferry would take us over and it would be very awkward to stop the proceedings, she decided we had better be married at once. She got Hannah Stone, who is now Mrs. Dr. Josephi, to act as bridesmaid."
Seven children were born from that union: 'three of the Gray daughters died from diphtheria during a two-day period. The Grays survived their other two children, Willeta and Hawthorne.' (5 of 7 children mentioned)
‘Mr. Gray secured 19 acres on the bank of the Columbia River for $100 where city of Pasco is now located, and built their home. Mr. Gray later secured 80 acres, extending from the river to the railroad section where Pasco is located; he platted 50 acres of it as an addition to Pasco before the plat of Pasco itself was filed!’
'Mr. Gray was the local land agent for the Northern Pacific. He had charge of the selling of their lots and acreage. He was County Commissioner, a dairy with 10 cows, 100 hogs, and had over 200 horses, and was feeding over 400 of the Northern Pacific employees. In addition to this, he was attending every Republican state convention.' (to keep the flow of the Columbia River unimpeded)
"By the summer of 1886 he had 45 different kinds of trees growing on his place at Pasco, without irrigation.
In addition to a large number of vegetables usually grown in the Northwest, he successfully matured peanuts, cotton and sugar cane."
https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/176099614/oceanna-falkland-gray
reams and reams of hewnstone
visiting houston and our cousins, aunt, uncle
who was never there
mr important, hair slicked back, bourbon at 10
after reams of law work
paying forward the country club pool account
to rub elbows, or not, with barbara
as much as a pine
tree chooses his soil and rock and water
grown over stones to split the root-beer
float, ordering from
the pool, and no money. just saying i want it.
aunt went jogging with barbara
i hear, gav'ersome sun screen 90, as the sun
and oil burnt off our sky
her sons no sons of bitches
just world fuckers
well some one got to fuck the world, huh
visiting hue
stone, the lee side of the ponderosa, a nailed up
perch with a rope to tarzan over
to the other huge trunk
the cousins hand me down jeans and duds
well worn after they got to me and grunt
their big dog
their schwinn 10 speeds and perfect roads and
sidewalks, made for barb
a raw, barbie rose
ah, bar bar A
hewn:
chop or cut (something, especially wood) with an ax, pick, or other tool.
"we have finished hauling and hewing timber"
synonyms: chop, hack, cut, lop, ax, cleave, split; fell
"the logs are freshly hewn"
2.
NORTH AMERICAN
conform or adhere to.
"some artists took photographs that hewed to more traditional ideas of art"
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barbara_Bush
Her personal views on abortion were not known, although her friends reported at that time that she "privately supported abortion rights."
She explained, "I hate abortions, but I just could not make that choice for someone else."
She caused a stir when she said that she supported ratification of the Equal Rights Amendment and was pro-choice on abortion,
Thursday, April 19, 2018
Tuesday, April 17, 2018
Monday, April 16, 2018
Vegan Athletes and Leaders
http://johnsalley.com/blog/
"A proud native of Brooklyn, New York, John found a love for basketball at an early age. He accepted a Basketball Scholarship to Georgia Tech to play for legendary head coach Bobby Cremins. From there Salley went on to become a 15-year NBA veteran and was the first NBA player to win four championships with three different teams.
After his retirement from the NBA in 2000, Salley explored several opportunities in both television and film. John has served as host for numerous award shows and recently hosted the Reunion Shows of VH-1’s #1 rated show, Basketball Wives. John is also the head of his own production company.
John is actively involved with Operation Smile, PETA and the fight against Diabetes. In addition, John is involved with PCRM and visited Washington in Nov ’09 and May ’10, speaking to Congress about the Child Nutrition Act, asking Members to support legislation that would increase vegetarian options in meals served in public schools.
John has adopted a plant based (raw vegan) lifestyle, and is a frequent speaker at VegFest’s across the USA. As a Wellness Advocate, one of John’s main missions in life is to continue to educate people on the benefits of living a healthier lifestyle though better eating habits. "
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"Damian Lillard ends vegan diet because he lost ‘a little bit too much weight’
Lillard lost over 17 pounds while vegan."
https://www.sbnation.com/nba/2018/1/19/16909254/damian-lillard-not-vegan-diet-lifestyle-update-
trail-blazers-nba-trends
"Lillard was one of several higher-profile NBA players to adopt a vegan lifestyle, including Kyrie Irving, Jahlil Okafor, JaVale McGee and Wilson Chandler. Al Jefferson is a vegetarian, and Michael Porter Jr., a projected top-five pick in the upcoming NBA draft, is also vegetarian."
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yo, Damian. You hired the wrong cooks:)
virtual tourism shout out!
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Mt Tabor, Portland, Oregon
gestalt
send her to school with a beansprout in her hair, big sister raised her literally up the side of the house, in a basket, for fun and games while mother was teaching and big brother
studied his Latin. born in oklahoma during WW2, her mom's uncle a real oil baron, a real powerhouse. born within days of discovering the biggest oil field of the decade, west edmond, by a doodlebugging Ace, my Mom was the balance, beansprout in her hair and daddy a deacon attorney riding the roller coasters of mid life crises, and moral conundrums. call daddy crazy, she clocked a girl with her metal lunchpail. the cheese didn't even slide off the bun.
countering the hundreds of millions of gallons of crude, mom's light sweet energy burnt the smoggy clouds off the city, derricks on the lawn of the capitol. out route 66, her grandmother farmed a few hundred acres of soybeans, cotton, and wheat. the barns and fields of childhood, and machines to lug it to the Co-Op, to the troops here and abroad. rosy riveter generation, the pride of a bandanna holding back the untameable.
her uncle the admiral, the filling stations with her mother's name in neon, covering the states roads streets and products, and still not part of it; not from the stone mansion or enormous cement silos holding all the grain of the land, but from the Land itself, the clear sweet water, the germination of will and beauty, growing and rising above.
trauma and scandal, the snake skin of prosperity against the rocks of morality, her father mad as a hatter they said, and who is to tell now. scars running on fumes, leave them in the garage under an old tarp. her mom took her to Tacoma, for awhile, the fog and sound and whales so close to a high school wearing snow sweaters in fashion shows for Grease. letters from daddy, getting better, missing his perfect girl in the most eloquent humility guided pencil. soft, soft, soft words. i can reckon where Mom got her smarts and humanities, but i don't know how she became the master chef along the way to her dissertation on Gnosticism and Melville. her hair she'd call "mousey" as it changed fashion and color with henna, or curlers.
my bedroom and little legs go downstairs in the middle of the night, woke up from a dream, crawl in bed with mom and dad. brother in a cradle, handed down, nearby. screens on the windows, and fireflies, and the smell of rain on the way. every meal an elegant production, every food served we tried, even the liver. home made donuts, or waffles strawberries and whipped cream from a glass gallon jar, whose cows were our friends in town a few miles away at the goldenbergs farm by the lowland creek. little legs soaking up the minerals, of the Land.
mom an angel, but not without her clarion intellect, or devil horns when needed. rivet on our jeans, get us to the school bus in the dark, our lunches in the lunchpail with scooby doo or superman or the such. mom, harvesting asparagus into a big woven basket, barefoot by the chicken coop, with a glass of white wine and a novel riddled with her notations and underlined passages. our library room, with the turntable, and Mimbres pots and blankets, covered in blue books she's be grading, coffee rings on one or two to show she cares too much to sleep. her ashtray a saucer from the kitchen, her cup with lipstick. her olive oil in the bathroom, at night rubbing a dab into her pores after the makeup layers were hauled off her face. my no wrinkle mom, all our laundry swinging on lines out behind the house, wind dried.
four jobs at once, or more. staying home with me when i had the chickenpox, reading Charles Dickens together in bed for days. grant and i, towing our kitten litters around in cardboard boxes, over the living room floor if the carpet had been rolled back, for dancing the night before. hosting, one of her many fortes, and a gaggle of friends who were like aunts and uncles to me and my little brother.
mom wasn't great at cutting our hair, so when we'd go to dallas, her mom would take us to the barber or to their Church, until we said we'd prefer not to, and that was that. our civil liberty was pretty good. mom had harry byrd K. for a stepfather as an adult, there in dallas, and his odd mix of libertarian, minister, naked National Geographic books, and large leather recliners near the who's who book he'd mention once a year. visiting grandma and HB in dallas was cantelope, grapefruit, oatmeal for breakfast, and dr pepper at lunch. brother and i were left there for a few weeks one summer, when mom and dad went to europe, sending back toys and postcards.
driving us here, dropping us off there, our home 5 miles out of town and all those extracurricular things called life. baseball practice, football, violin lessons, basketball games, going to the roller rink, going to the matinee with an actual VW love bug in the lobby at the Leachman. drop us off at multigrahpis for art camp, making ceramic dinosaurs, painting them in glossy Oil.
putting us in the bath at home, mom, folded towels. mended rips. smoke wafting from her study, in the kitchen, blender making some typical feast as she simultaneously works her way thru grad school tedium and small town politics. there is nothing to edit, everything was good, or better, or part of being human animals out in the pines, all doing firewood together on our 80 acres, the pond hard as asphalt. gestalt, another word in mom's pocket apron.
lugnutto
coming from the coast, i remember that much.
meeting nat's dad, granny and papa
there by the burnshit bridge
yep. try to make it a few
more blocks, smoke
flagging ignorance till we stop
near an auto crap store.
went to eat, old pappy points at me chin
says whats that. a soul patch they call it
dickwad golfer. the trooper towed over
to the specialist revved the motor,
no oil in her
hear how bad
that is?
Sunday, April 15, 2018
art film
romance so tawdry
you
never, piano
waterlogged and beaver chewed
quagmire of herzog
towed to forever on a jackass
Spleen, Baudelaire
I)
February, peeved at Paris, pours
a gloomy torrent on the pale lessees
of the graveyard next door and a mortal chill
on tenants of the foggy suburbs too.
The tiles afford no comfort to my cat
that cannot keep its mangy body still;
the soul of some old poet haunts the drains
and howls as if a ghost could hate the cold.
A churchbell grieves, a log in the fireplace smokes
and hums falsetto to the clock’s catarrh,
while in a filthy reeking deck of cards
inherited from a dropsical old maid,
the dapper Knave of Hearts and the Queen of Spades
grimly disinter their love affairs.
https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/spleen
https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/spleen
sophomoric wisdom
how i met gg, gosh, so long ago
here comes the rhyme we dunno we dunno
we were Pioneers, 17, 15
doing physiology with Baudelaire's dead spleen
poems on her wall, her parents tre cool
university dad, he got his own drools
how they didn't know it me in the window 2 am
parked my 280 100 yards down the bend
making love or just loving, in her window in her heart
then back on gravel roads to AP smarts
we lived out country, the highways long and straight
our late night engines shouldabeen been a closed debate
one time coming back home, gg's kiss still my water throbs,
a hundred troopers faced off a gun loon lost his knob
as chapter dunce, i must relate
made out with tammy, gg turned all hate
sophomoric wisdom not such a shallow queen
when fools no more worldly show their bitter green
all those scribbles unabashed,
hope the sheetrock's gone
hope and will, the young untrashed
met this gg song
symbols of symbols (1988)
in spring i go out into the garden
with a wheelbarrow of fresh words:
texture, nurture, tread, harvest
my car has broken down so i tow it
over to a mechanic using a chain of words:
together, eat, melt, martyr
going out into the harsh sun of the equator
i insist my children wear a bonnet of
words: pool, freckle, yang, augment
i write a poem intending it to work
on playing: shuffle, gaia, smile, rot
beware the symbols of symbols
forgotten, beware
the brain, hour sun
1989 Lawrence, Ks.
haiku 2000
Haiku, Maui 2000
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Avocado skin
Mango lipped volcanic
Pineapple necklace
Baby
Friday, April 13, 2018
good mop
work a good day, mop down the floors
thieves and lowlifes are there in your drawers
lurking in shadows the bushes and manes
never see sunlight but from the lear jet planes
three pint sweet, her hair made of rafters
holding moon in a sky framed of solemn hereafters
down the block 's home, not so far away
time reminds legs; get up some motion delayed
yet another hike home long after bus runs are dead
a remote sort of comfort pilots my head
until wham a blurred instant i'm flat on the ground
the suspect already 50 feet off like a hound
end a bad night, pave sidewalks with anger
or opposite, oppose vile intent, violent strangers
forest fires are natural, trump is Fascism
James Comey slams 'the forest fire that is the Trump presidency' in book
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"Comey's recollections detail what he calls Trump's "mob"-like approach to leadership and take aim at the President's disposition, which he says created "the forest fire that is the Trump presidency."
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Comey wrote in one passage that Trump gave him "flashbacks to my earlier career as a prosecutor against the mob."
"The silent circle of assent," Comey described. "The boss in complete control. The loyalty oaths. The us-versus-them worldview. The lying about all things, large and small, in service to some code of loyalty that put the organization above morality and above the truth."
He even drew parallels between a visit to Trump Tower and New York Mafia social clubs he'd seen in the 1980s and 1990s."
https://www.cnn.com/2018/04/12/politics/james-comey-book-donald-trump/index.html
Wednesday, April 11, 2018
S
Lettered in Tennis
played nearly every day from age 12-18
Learned very much about life from Tennis
Got to spend time with my Dad
Learned how to lose.
Monday, April 09, 2018
Friday, April 06, 2018
Oakland friends, World friends, Old friends
"The Mack is a 1973 blaxploitation film directed by California native Michael Campus, starring Max Julien and Richard Pryor. The film also stars Oscar-nominee Juanita Moore, and Tony nominated actor Dick Anthony Williams."
"The original script for the film was written on prison toilet paper by a man named Bobby Poole.
While staying in Oakland for two months, director Michael Campus met Frank Ward, a real pimp and drug dealer from Oakland. Max Julien's character of Goldie is based upon him.
In order to shoot the movie, Campus needed Ward’s permission, as a large portion of the scenes were in his territory. In exchange for his guidance and protection, Campus put Ward in the film. All of the homeless people, junkies, pimps and women in the film were supplied by Frank Ward.
Although he had Ward’s protection, the film was also in Black Panther territory. While they were filming bottles and trash cans would be thrown off the roof by Black Panther party members.
In order for filming to run smoothly, an additional deal had to be made with Huey Newton and Bobby Seale, who were then put in charge of providing extras for the film. About halfway through the production of the film Frank Ward was shot and killed while in his Rolls Royce.
There was speculation that the Black Panthers were responsible for Ward’s death, so the filmmakers and cast relocated to safer areas for filming. Despite the tension, the film opening was held in Oakland with all of the proceeds going towards the Black Panthers' milk fund."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Mack
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Mack
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Powerful cast of individuals involved in this film, wow. Met the daughter of the man who owned the pool hall used in the film. What solid, awesome, strong young women....and not bad at pool:)
"The original script for the film was written on prison toilet paper by a man named Bobby Poole.
While staying in Oakland for two months, director Michael Campus met Frank Ward, a real pimp and drug dealer from Oakland. Max Julien's character of Goldie is based upon him.
In order to shoot the movie, Campus needed Ward’s permission, as a large portion of the scenes were in his territory. In exchange for his guidance and protection, Campus put Ward in the film. All of the homeless people, junkies, pimps and women in the film were supplied by Frank Ward.
Although he had Ward’s protection, the film was also in Black Panther territory. While they were filming bottles and trash cans would be thrown off the roof by Black Panther party members.
In order for filming to run smoothly, an additional deal had to be made with Huey Newton and Bobby Seale, who were then put in charge of providing extras for the film. About halfway through the production of the film Frank Ward was shot and killed while in his Rolls Royce.
There was speculation that the Black Panthers were responsible for Ward’s death, so the filmmakers and cast relocated to safer areas for filming. Despite the tension, the film opening was held in Oakland with all of the proceeds going towards the Black Panthers' milk fund."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Mack
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Mack
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Powerful cast of individuals involved in this film, wow. Met the daughter of the man who owned the pool hall used in the film. What solid, awesome, strong young women....and not bad at pool:)
Thursday, April 05, 2018
goddess earring birthday girl
warmed up on pool cracking balls hard home
up walks jennifer
huge gold triangle earrings, all smiles
and the dimpled chin beauty wears,
talking with her is easy fun until
her eyes flutter a million year old cloud
from Nigeria via Oakland and soon
all her features perfect continue,
she and her two friends play a few games
she buys me a shot of tequila
i giver her some fused glass earrings
off they go
(call me
SE Portland
orphan endorphin
day before blusterday
up at 7
at work at 9, for 8 hours
working hard,
20 feet up a ladder
under the eaves
over the rose thorns
get on the bus back home
hey, dad! my sweet 16
surprises me
there by Reed College
there where i had the key
to the kingmaker's place
for months and months during that fall
of mothball sequestration
day before hester prynne
hid in the split rock
and came back from 6 years
raised by the Indians
who done in her maw
winners don't get sidetracked
get home with most of paycheck,
storm door blowing
glass shards of sound across the
extinct or dormant volcano
wham
wham
the notes all ignored, the music bad.
working hard at good energy
as hippies say
as parents say
as teachers say, to hustlers cons& chameleons.
finally in my room, my space
slam slam wham
shhh it's "home"
landing her grocery
cans of soup on the counter
like an enraged wide body airplane out of diesel,
bumping down hard
oh me oh my O's
about being at the DMV
"all the dew doh day"
having a hissy fit,
putting all peace on men
on pause, the most minstrel
lost-partum kindness.
Lil' OrFun granny
dressed up for Vegas Warbucks,
her whipped boy
with the fat wallet.
LOSER, "little bitch"
tickles the funny bone just in time
to scum the film off this filthy soup.
thank good nest
thank still water
thank you mom and dad
thank you 3 mountains
we can weather It.
a modicum of eve
jimson weed the spiraled white flower
the thorn-apple of eve's delight
leaf the medicine smell tells one all
beware, wary bee.
prickly protected shell
(stay out! and keep in.!)
tiny dark seeds plot, waiting.
walls don't come alive,
our eyes awaken, cotton mouth
bites hard, as the liver and kidneys
pay the psychedelic tax.
everything is funny, other than
near paralysis and needing to piss
take too much,
and go meet darwin
back in 1998.
Hydro Spaceport Pt 2
"In 1981, the nine-year film rights were set to expire. De Laurentiis re-negotiated the rights from the author, adding to them the rights to the Dune sequels (written and unwritten). After seeing The Elephant Man, De Laurentiis' daughter Raffaella decided that David Lynch should direct the movie.
Around that time Lynch received several other directing offers, including Return of the Jedi.
He agreed to direct Dune and write the screenplay even though he had not read the book, known the story, or even been interested in science fiction.[51] Lynch worked on the script for six months with Eric Bergen and Christopher De Vore. The team yielded two drafts of the script before it split over creative differences. Lynch would subsequently work on five more drafts.
This first film of Dune, directed by Lynch, was released in 1984, nearly 20 years after the book's publication. Though Herbert said the book's depth and symbolism seemed to intimidate many filmmakers, he was pleased with the film, saying that
"They've got it. It begins as Dune does. And I hear my dialogue all the way through. There are some interpretations and liberties, but you're gonna come out knowing you've seen Dune."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dune_(novel)#Further_film_attempts
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Writers and artists and musicians , 1.
critics, Zero.
carrot whip
horse whisper my long gone name
braid my mane,
maid my brain less bardy
test my temple
with storm waters of life,
the only boy ever could
sink and float the spice
be at the same place twice at once,
neigh, non-blindly obey
byte sized tomb
at mayabel the huts slowly rock
the howler monkeys sing and shake the giant mushroom trees
the leopards unseen slink under flutes
hammocks built for samoan sized tourists
harbor me and two women who like Neruda
built over a thousand years of composted frogs and fern skin
a snake fills the all night cafe, no walls,
thirty feet long to feed the music of the jungle
if only we'd hoped the fence
to roam the stone pyramids, paid the night guard off,
i took my ticket down legit
by day into Pacal's tomb
not a claustrophobic spider byte sized to fit
into the stone solitude
and do mystic math for the pleasure of the labyrinth
called to play, i play
the game rolls snake eyes
all dates blind dates and crosses
she came to the crossing laden with kisses,
in my bed the following
mornings, a week or two went by
and i learned she was 19,
not 21 (1989)
the first time a lover
threw up in bed
(not the last time, naturally)
3 point 2 beer at least has an air of innocence,
like a pie in the windowsill
there at the east Lawrence ramshackle
hippy living arrangment
in which i shared a room with those mammal asses
filthy greek pederast lawyer
honoring every Bastille day like Xmas
with bells and ribbons on his dong.
"Leave it to the Professionals,"
his mantra of midnight bliss there at Waldo's
dad's cabin. the other roomie,
Bone as he was called, was roomie
with Brad Pitt in Mizzou. she came to
the X-ing and was looking for Robert Johnson,
she got her forest
i got my gump, on, with gumption. trusted her
but not Kris Kunning there with her
Valentines evening i showed up
unexpectedly, with boyfriend candy and flowers,
caught her red handed then on the verge
of betrayal, so wasn't surprised
when after going out of town for the weekend
she went hot-tubbing with the Paw dude,
mark. mark. marks---my face
a mess, having drunk-dove into a shallow
lake, dumb and bruised, she tells me
she's not moving to San Francisco
like we planned. OK. i go there,
she comes to visit, a month or so in,
me living off Pierce between Fell and Oak,
Fred Douglass Plaza, a good spot.
she wants to stay. no, no thanks
former. ex. back to dating old men, or
our friends, for you. she came
to the T-ing, our roads born to diverge,
shafted. Les Claypool,
pass the balloon, before you pass out.
sing the crossings,
the splintered wood of the bar
where Dan Rather gave his Vietnam War
broadcasts, as the Student Union burned
to the ground, amidst riots, and
heroin needles across from the University
Chapel. Fog Allen, or Forest,
slam dunks the leather. Naismith calls the game
his own: casketball. a year or two later,
i'm a gringo Mayan at Teotihuacan,
fasting for 2 weeks, dressed in white
high as a kite, tethered on a string of 500 years
of Viking and Spanish savagery, 1992.
not Quetzalcoatl himself could have
more red hair, or plumage of pain, dragging
hieroglyphics in my mind's skin,
thinking of crossed loves.
she came,
crossed my I, and swore to never bye.
Quantrill's raid, terrorism by any
other name: treason hewed of limestone,
66 million years old, patterns of
sea skeletons crisscrossed, there in Hoch,
when the thunder bolt blew fire down into the
old Koyaanisqatsi basketball court, GOAL.
the opposing team walks to the blot
godi, willingly, in that old cult of honor,
their hearts in their foe's hands
dopple-cross
" In August 1863 Quantrill led an attack on the town, killing more than 180 civilians, supposedly in retaliation for the casualties caused when the women’s jail had collapsed."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quantrill%27s_Raiders
idunno, six?
"Forrest Gump is a 1986 novel by Winston Groom. The title character retells adventures ranging from shrimp boating and ping pong championships, to thinking about his childhood love, as he bumbles his way through American history, with everything from the Vietnam War to college football becoming part of the story.
Throughout his life, Gump views the world simply and truthfully. He really does not know what he wants to do in life. Despite his low IQ, Gump is full of wisdom.
According to him, he "can think things pretty good", but when he tries "sayin or writin them, it kinda come out like Jello".
His mathematical abilities, as an idiot savant, and feats of strength lead him into all kinds of amazing adventures"
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forrest_Gump_(novel)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forrest_Gump_(novel)
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"Kermit L. Mowbray A 20-year resident of Santa Fe, died May 22, 2011. Born 1934 in McPherson, KS to Carl and Frances Mowbray, he received a bachelor's degree from Bethany College in Lindsborg, KS. After serving in the Army, he earned a Ph.D. in Economics from the University of Kansas.
While in graduate school, he married Linda Gump and moved to Topeka, KS to work at the Federal Home Loan Bank of Topeka. After 25 years, he retired as president of the bank. Kermit taught at Peru State College in Nebraska before moving to Santa Fe.
He was an accomplished jazz pianist who loved tennis, travel, reading, music, and, most of all, his family"
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ONE heck of a coincidence, living with the daughter of a Gump for over a year, watching Kermit testify on CSPAN to Congress from Lawrence....driving past Enid, where my great great-grandfather was once the VP of The Bank his brother HH owned (along with the biggest independent fully integrated oil company in the world circa 1930-1950, Champlin Oil.
Good at numbers (kinda/good), ping pong, and being at the right place at the right time, and strong. OK.
I share this only because there is a new song playing in the bars called Forrest Gump, and it is weird.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OhU2GNZAOFI&list=RDOhU2GNZAOFI&t=20
Coulda been that very name, in an alternate universe of matrilineal status quo. I share this, just as i shared an evening with Richard Secord's daughter in 1987.
Innocently. Talking to Wilson only floats the time past in fiction.
Watched the movie last year , or year before. Bubba, Gump's friend, his tombstone carved with my birthday, coincidentally.
How many coincidences does it take to make a pattern, FG?
idunno
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"Eric R. Roth (born March 22, 1945) is an American screenwriter. He won the Academy Award for Best Adapted Screenplay for Forrest Gump (1994).
He also co-wrote the screenplays for several Oscar-nominated films: The Insider (1999), Munich (2005), The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (2008), and Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close (2012)."
"Roth lives in Malibu, California.[3] He is one of the investors defrauded by Bernard Madoff in a Ponzi Scheme via Stanley Chais.[8][9]
He stated that his losses were heavy and he has lost his retirement money, although the full extent is unknown. As a result of the fraud and the associated losses, Roth is suing the estate of Chais, who died on September 26, 2010. "
*Go visit the ButtonWood Tree at Wall Street, and make an offering, to the sycamore. The money tree numbers will soon compute. FG :)
eye laces
rude rude rude
women, their own skunkesque
demeanor
an invitation to perfume
with prose,
how dare they.
captain of their barstool,
texting while eating,
her juniper berry dry and floating
over the happy happy hour,
turn so sour, cough cough cough.
rude rude rude
women, self entitled
in pretense,
makeup, gear. texting while eating,
"don't look at me."
the gall. the cud.
"Cud is a portion of food that returns
from a ruminant's stomach to the mouth
to be chewed for the second time.
More accurately, it is a bolus
of semi-degraded food regurgitated
from the reticulorumen of a ruminant.
Cud is produced
during the physical digestive process of rumination.
The idiomatic expression
chewing one's cud means meditating or pondering;
similar expressions such as
"he chewed that over for a bit",
or "chew on that!"
i make love with my eyes,
look at my shoes,
the laces.
migration route
on the bus toward home, west more
-land river bluff
built by floods, long hence
routed animal motions,
geese honk passing o'er head
drip their logs
over the golf course,
scat made of fish bone puree
hole in one.
on the bus, weaving its way
thru the toney wood
-stock/reed college neighborhood,
from a painting gig
my black dungarees palomino speckled
the bus halts as a pickup truck
parked impedes our bumpy hustle.
i walk to the driver
to ask directions,
return to seat, and a girl
pops into the seat next to me
"hi dad!"
her hair has changed since last week,
my punker teenaged daughter,
she's older. we chat,
she tells me about mom,
sister starting school this week and
sister's friending which is sweet.
i have to stop to pay
my phone bill, my spoonbill, dip deep
in the wallet, fish out me
-saw, a corner of my identity,
one chip off my blot
-good block.
Mt Tqbor, Portland, Oregon
Wednesday, April 04, 2018
smock of skin
one part hero-twin,
two parts ox and gin,
water bops down
(of the sky,
by the sky
for the sky)
hydro grin
smocks of skin,
what we are.
water p
-arts
mt tabor, oregon
spring
Tuesday, March 27, 2018
Palantir sort of Fascism SHHHHHHHH!!!
"Palantir Technologies is denying claims made by Cambridge Analytica whistleblower Christopher Wylie that it has links to the controversial company."
http://money.cnn.com/2018/03/27/technology/palantir-cambridge-analytica-facebook-peter-thiel/index.html
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"Palantir Technologies is a private American software and services company which specializes in big data analysis. Headquartered in Palo Alto, California, the company is known for two projects in particular:
Palantir Gotham and Palantir Metropolis.
Palantir Gotham is used by counter-terrorism analysts at offices in the United States Intelligence Community (USIC) and United States Department of Defense, fraud investigators at the Recovery Accountability and Transparency Board, and cyber analysts at Information Warfare Monitor, while Palantir Metropolis is used by hedge funds, banks, and financial services firms.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palantir_Technologies
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Odd how the GRU logo is a BAT, huh?
sisters squeeze
Love in pajamas
Sometimes, a picture of beautiful people hugging is just the right thing for the day.
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