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Thursday, May 1, 2008     M'aidez!
(10:52 am)

Yes, it's May Day. Yes, the distress call derives from the French M'aidez, for "Help me." Other interesting bits of French: the letters L.H.O.O.Q. that Marcel Duchamp used as the title for his Mona Lisa print on which he drew a moustache and soul patch beard are pronounced El Aiche o o coo in French. The expression "Elle a chaud au cul" is pronounced nearly identically and translates to "She is hot in the ass," or "SHe has a hot ass." A panel of French-speakers once voted cellar door as the most beautiful phrase in English. I prefer golden door, which is a bit of a pun, seeing how "d'or" (pronounced 'door') is French for "of gold." And that's your French lesson for the day. Here's Duchamp's alteraton of La Giaconda:

Ready-made

Hey, anyone up for dancing naked around a pole?


Quote of the Day: "The world's favorite season is the spring. All things seem possible in May."

-- Edwin Way Teale


And to cap it off, this year May first is on Thursday -- anything can happen day! Look out!

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Friday, May 2, 2008     How To Deal With a Scam
(12:42 pm)

I received the following e-mail this morning:

From: "Mr.Cletus Adams" <adams_cletus@yahoo.fr>
To: <primarywizard@primarywizard.net>
Sent: Friday, May 02, 2008 6:49 AM
Subject: I am now successful

Reply-To: adams_cletus@yahoo.fr
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
Message-Id: <20080502091655.E9132863855@server37.publicompserver.de
Date: Fri, 2 May 2008 11:16:55 +0200 (CEST)

Dearest Friend,

This is to thank you for your past effort and assistance.I have succeeded.The money has been transfered into an account provided by a newly found business partner of mine from Switzerland.

I wish to compensate you for your past assistance and commitments. I dropped a bank draft worth of US$950,000.00( Nine hundred and fifty thousand United State Dollars for you.I am in Switzerland right now to establish some business concerns and possibly buy some properties.

Contact my secretary, Mr.John Koko on this contact information below:

Name; Mr.John Koko,
Cell phone: +229-9379-8095
Email: john_kok01@yahoo.fr

Ask him to send the draft to you.Also send your home address and your phone number.Take good care of your self.

Regards,
Mr.Cletus Adams

First of all, I've never given this individual any assistance or commitments. In fact, I've never even heard from or of him before. This is so obviously a scam. I replied:

I'm so glad you sent this to me. I've been thinking about starting up my own scam like this. Where did you get the idea? How many e-mails do you have to send to get a "bite.?" Once someone replies, how long does it take to get their money? How much do you usually get from each 'mark?' Is there an organization that helps people like us with these things?

Please reply as soon as possible as I am anxious to get started.

Thanks.

So far I've not gotten any reply. Anyone think I will? I'll keep you posted. In the meantime, any bulk e-mails or anything else you feel like sending to this perpetrator would be appreciated, I'm sure. Maybe you could string him along, waste his time with some absurd conditions and information. If I get another one under a different e-mail address, I'll be sure to do something new and exciting to him. I've had enough of this crap. I've made it easy -- just click on the e-mail addresses above to scam the scammers. The names have not been changed to protect the guilty.


Quote of the Day: "One needs something to believe in, something for which one can have whole-hearted enthusiasm. One needs to feel that one's life has meaning, that one is needed in this world."

-- Hannah Senesh


The third brake light on the van burned out. I went to Advance to get a bulb. It cost about $3.50 plus tax. I had to spend eight dollars and something though, because I didn't have a torx screw driver of the proper size to take the lens off. New cars should come with a tool kit that has what you need to do things like change bulbs, make minor repairs, and the like, especially if they veer away from slotted and phillips screws to attach things. Toyota used to include some tools with their Celica. My roomie at WVU had one. I borrowed his Toyota screw driver. It got stuck with my other meager stock of tools at the time and I found it years later, much after I'd lost track of him. Bruce! I have your screwdriver, man. Call me. I'm in the book.

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Monday, May 5, 2008     Happy Cinco De Mayo!
(4:56 pm)

I had my Cinco De Mayo meal yesterday -- chimichangas. Ann had a fajita quesadilla. We were at our favorite restaurant, La Carreta. We had our favorite waiter, too, Ozzie. Ozzie is from the LA area. He's a big Lakers fan.

Cinco De Mayo is the day the Mexicans in the State of Puebla celebrate the victory of the Mexican Militia over the French Army there. It gathers little notice in other parts of Mexico. It's probably a bigger deal in the US where we use it to celebrate Mexican culture and the experiences of American's of Mexican ancestry -- like Oz.


Quote of the Day: "Cats are a mysterious kind of folk. There is more passing in their minds than we are aware of."

-- Sir Walter Scott


Near as I can figure, La Carreta translates into English as "the cart." Not sure I understand naming a restaurant that. It does sound nice in Spanish, though. It had another name, and probably different owners before. I can't recall what it was called before. There are at least three or four other Mexican places around we haven't tried. We just settled into a routine and stuck with the place we're most familiar with. Inertia, I think it's called.

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Wednesday, May 14, 2008     Nothing Lasts Forever
(4:57 pm)

It's been over a week since I wrote anything here. I'm thinking once again that it may be time to shut this project down. It is going on ten years since I started this. It's brought very little in the way of return on investment -- in terms of time or recompense. I've met some interesting people through this online journal of sorts, but not many. I get scant comments, make almost no sales of work, get very little notice. There are a lot of hits on this site and my other domains through web search engines, but it's all so impersonal and without any kind of feedback other than numbers. If I do decide to shut it down, I'll keep the domains functioning and retain the archives for those who wish to partake, but I'll completely change the direction of things, I'm sure, and I'll not spend nearly as much time on this as I once did. It's kind of sad seeing something I've spent so much time with go by the boards, but I think maybe it's time. Who knows, maybe it's time for me to just fade away altogether.

I don't keep up with my e-mail correspondence as I used to either. I also don't get out much. I don't paint anymore. I don't play music as much as I should. I lead a more-or-less solitary life. It's not that I like such a life; it's just that I don't have the energy or impetus to change it. More of my time and resources are spent on things dietary and medical, and I'm not even keeping up with that as I should. Maybe when I can quell the constant pain I'll feel more energetic and optimistic, but for now, expect to see something new here when you see it. It could be a long while.


Quote of the Day: "I must learn to love the fool in me the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries."

-- Theodore Isaac Rubin


Part of my mood, I'm sure, is the death of Robert Rauschenberg. He was 82. He was one of the most inventive artists in the history of art. I rank him up there among Da Vinci, Duchamp, and Picasso. I wish I could have met him.

I need to keep focused on the future. There are no regrets there.

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Tuesday, May 20, 2008     Orphan Works, My Ass!
(3:03 pm)

A bill to change the copyright laws is currently supposedly making its way through Congress. The gist of the bill is that all works not registered with the Copyright Office are considered "orphaned" and have no protected status whatsoever. What it means is that if you don't have the money to register your work, you essentially don't own the rights to it and anyone who wants can use it for any purpose. Not only that but they can register it as their own and you get NOTHING from it EVER. This is unconscionable. Call your Representatives and Senators. Kill this travesty now, or the corporations will own our intellectual property as well as everything else we used to think of as ours. I want to move to France. But then, I can't afford that either.

Here's a new thing. Some time back I got a package of Dove Promises® candies. Inside each of the wrappers is a message. I'll do one a day, like I did the fortune cookie fortunes in months past.


Today's Promise Message:

Dream, dream, dream, all I have to do is dream.

I haven't decided. I may have to cut down on the size of those. Give the reflective nature of the foil, it creates a large file. Even cutting the quality doesn't result in a file size anywhere close to what I'd like. But then, again, since I'm posting less than a dozen times a month on here currently, it doesn't really matter much, does it?


Quote of the Day: "Power always thinks it has a great soul and vast views beyond the comprehension of the weak; and that it is doing God's service when it is violating all his laws. "

-- John Adams


Did anyone watch the HBO miniseries based on the recent biography of John Adams? It was excellent. I just bought the book too. I'm looking forward to reading it. Right now I'm reading John Grisham's The Appeal, which is loosely based on Don Blankenship's purchase of a West Virginia Supreme Court seat for Brent Benjamin. It's pretty good, but I think sticking closer to the true story would have been better and definitely more revealing. Blankenship's buddy on the court, Spike Maynard, was defeated in the primary election this year, so we'll be rid of him. I keep getting glimmers of hope, but I refuse to acknowledge them anymore, since glimmers are all they be -- just flashes in the pan, nothing substantial or ongoing. Faith? Not much of that left either.

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Saturday, May 31, 2008     Last of May
(5:40 pm)

It's the last day of May and I've not made a whole week's worth of entries here all month. I just don't feel the urge to do so. It's not that I have nothing to say. I have plenty to say. I just don't feel like saying it. Who's paying attention? Who cares? Who listens (reads)? What effect will anything I write here have? I just don't feel the need to waste my time in this particular manner. I'd rather do jigsaw and crossword puzzles.


Today's Promise Message:

Listen to your heartbeat. . .. Oh yeah!
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