..So. Excuse me, I’m eating and not my usual self, let me get this straight, tell me again. When you want all guns banned….You’re basically suggesting that gun owners all go learn unarmed combat, in such a way that they can disarm people who are armed? …I enjoy action movies like the next guy, but how realistic is this statement?
—from “Nonviolent Philosophy of the Little Frog on My Window” by Ray Jenkins-Tuesday, P. h. d. Ca. May 1991.
The short story was a thin coverup for anti-gun activists views. It was widely popular/controversial in its time and even influenced gun laws in sixteen states.
In an ironic twist, Dr. Jenkins-Tuesday later changed his views of gun ownership when his young son was killed by an armed assailant during a home invasion incident.
I’ve had a cold since at least Saturday, starting with a frog in my throat, and have been fighting the symptoms with vitamin C.
A slice of lemon and honey in green tea have been my constant friends, when I can remember them.
Yesterday was my last day to volunteer for the Tennessee Republican Party. I had a cold, but chose to go anyway.
At the store I bought a non-drowsy cold medicine, but still had to deal with brain fog.
The day went by rather fast with little problem, other than my bladder giving me a hard time.
Bladder has been intimate friends with my nerves since I started volunteering back in September.
The young man who is more or less in charge of volunteers will go back to his home in Colorado on Thursday, since Midterms are over.
I was supposed to help by phone banking until California until 11 p.m. e.s.t. but it didn’t happen.
—from an interview with Ctfarc Isaacson on November 7, 2018.
I’m busy on Mondays and weekends since volunteering has taken up those days that used to be my free time, used for writing/ watching shows via computer.
Tuesday has become reserved for baking Cheesecake for Wednesday.
It seems Thursday is the only real time I have to write my novel, which has taken a back seat for activities that supposedly are more important and will get me a job.
–from an interview with an anonymous author about the struggles of writing and real life.
Recorded February 14, 1988.
We take a coffee cake recipe from 1974 and, using today’s cooking methods, make it for people in 2018.
The majority of the people who eat the coffee cake won’t know it’s from 1974. I’m betting those who were around back then won’t know either.
It’s a beautiful plan, friend. Time won’t know it’s getting stolen, a wonderful paradox.
–from a secret phone conversation between known time thieves, looking to steal paradoxical fragments from the year 1974.
I’ve been crying about this pepper relish for the last hour. How it burns! I also used too much white wine vinegar.
–from Charlie Potato-Butter, who found a way to use the hot peppers from his mother’s garden.
The recipe is here:
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